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Subject: Diaries of Justin the Stud This is a work of complete fiction. Any resemblance to real life individuals is purely coincidental. All characters and their actions are 100% fictional, and not referential to any true events or persons. This is my first story; your feedback and comments are greatly appreciated. Please email me at ail \\\ DIARIES OF JUSTIN THE STUD PART ONE: A son and his father Hello, my name is Justin Richardson. I wanna tell you a little about my Dad and I, and the very special love we have for each other. Dad and I always had a good relationship. I had a lot of buddies who had it rough with their dads. Their dads were cruel, they were bad to their wives, they were fat and lazy. Not my dad, though. I can remember being a little boy and Dad napping with me snuggled in his big, strong, hairy arms. My head nestled in the canyon between his pecs, we’d drift off sometimes in the late afternoon, the late sunlight warming our bodies together. He always made sure my homework was done. He always tucked me into bed and then sat next to me as I fell asleep, stroking my curly brown hair. I’d have playdates with other kids. When their moms came to pick them up, they’d loosen a button or two on their blouses and check their makeup before greeting Dad. They wanted to impress Dad, to flirt with him. These women, their husbands were past their prime; they had beer bellies and bald spots and couldn’t get it up. But my dad was a stud: prime beef. He would smile in that satisfied way a man does when he knows he’s desired by women. But he’d never give then the time of day. He was a loyal husband and father. And judging from the sounds coming from his and mom’s bedroom every night, Dad had no problem getting it up. The bedsprings creeping and the low grunts of my father making love to my mother would soundtrack my childhood nights as I drifted off to sleep. I walked in on them once, when I was very, very little. I’d woken up from a nightmare, and padded down the hall in my pajamas to my parents’ bedroom. Groggy from sleep and bad dreams, I must not have heard them. When I opened the door, I remember seeing Dad’s powerful back and gigantic butt pumping back and forth, his arms holding on to mom’s slender legs which were draped over his shoulders like a doll. “Awww, fuck…” Dad growled as his shiny back glistened in the night. I stopped in my tracks. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, not the sex, which I didn’t understand yet, but how powerful my father looked. How big and godly his body was. His back rippled, the tendons of his muscles quivering with pleasure like waves breaking. His shoulders, massive like mountains, strained from exertion as he fucked. In school we were reading Greek myths. My Dad looked like Zeus, the king of all the gods. “M-mommy? D-daddy?” I whimpered after a few seconds, and my parents scrambled apart, Mom flew to the floor with a loud gasp and Dad lay back on the bed, panting and then chuckling amusedly. There was his penis. It was shiny and wet for some reason, I remember. Still erect. It was gigantic, and I gaped at its size. To my young boy mind it seemed infinite and powerful, just like his sweaty muscular back. Like a great big sword. I wanted to touch it, to wield it like a hero in the cartoons. My mom hurriedly put a robe on and led me back to my bedroom. She put me back into bed, and clumsily reassured me about my nightmare, too embarrassed to bring up what I had just walked into. I fell back asleep confused about the strangeness of what I had seen. The night after, as Dad tucked me into bed, he stroked my soft hair. “What you saw last night was some big boy stuff, Justin.” “Were you guys fighting, Daddy?” The question had worried me all day. I was so young. I didn’t understand sex beyond the kissing I saw on television. And Mom and Dad hadn’t been kissing. “No, son, no,” Dad patted my head. “Your mother and I were having sex. It’s what grown ups do when they’re in love.” “Sex?” I said, eyes wide. “Is that what sex looks like, Daddy?” “Yes, son,” Dad nodded and sat a little closer to me on the edge of the bed. “Sex is when a man puts his penis inside of someone else.” I blinked, processing this big news. “Is that what you were doing to mommy? Sex?” I asked. “That’s right, kiddo,” Dad smiled. “I took my penis and put it inside your mom’s vagina. That’s how we have sex. And that’s how babies are made. That’s how we made you, Justin.” “Wow, really?” I gaped at him. “Mmhm,” Dad nodded. “I put my penis in your mom’s vagina and we have sex until I cum.” “Cum?” He gestured at his crotch. “When Daddy’s penis is ready, when it gets really excited, something called semen comes out. It goes inside a vagina and eventually makes a baby.” “Wow!!” I said, looking at Dad’s crotch. His bulge was big and prominent through his Wranglers. I thought it looked like a big hill on the smooth plane of his legs. “Some day your penis will make semen, too, Justin.” “Really!?” I lifted the waistband of my pajama pants, the ones with trucks and trains on them, and stared at my small boy dick. “Really, son,” Dad grinned. He reached over and pulled down my pants, and I giggled as he exposed me. “Some day, your boy cock will get nice and big, and it will make lots of semen, like Daddy’s.” “What’s a `cock’, Daddy?” I asked curiously. The cold night air tickled my exposed private area. “`Cock’ is a big-boy word for penis,” Dad explained. “This is your cock, Justin.” He quickly reached down and held my boy dick and balls in his hand, rolling them around in his palm. I felt a little stirring in my privates that I’d never felt before. “That feels good, Daddy!” I said brightly. Dad’s big strong hands were so warm in the chilly night. “Good, son, I’m glad.” He bent over and kissed my forehead. “This is a nice cock, Justin. Some day it will get nice and big. You’ll show Daddy how big it gets, right, son?” “Yes, Daddy!” “Good boy,” Dad smiled again and patted my head with his other hand. He was still feeling my dick, which was expanding as I got a pre pubescent erection. Dad’s smile got wider as he felt my little cock grow. “Will my cock ever get as big as yours, Daddy?” I asked. I’d been thinking about his gigantic mass all day, daydreaming about his enormous stick and how wet and shiny it had looked, like a jewel. It was so novel to me, a little kid, and so curious. Dad laughed softly. He took his hands off me and undid his jeans, sliding them down along with his underwear. “You want your cock to get nice and big like Daddy’s, huh buddy?” His giant penis flopped out and slapped his stomach with a thump! “Wow…” I said, eyes wide. It was erect, just like last night, after he’d slipped out of mom. I’d never seen anything so big. Dad watched me admiring his impressive cock. He smiled amusedly at my naive shock to his enormous girth. He sat there, dick out, letting his young son take in the magnificent tool of his manhood. It was a moment between a man and his son, a family moment, a man’s moment. After that, Dad made sure to show me his big cock more often. We’d always shower together, and Dad would get an erection and let me touch him. “It’s so big, Daddy! Like a rocket ship!” I held his cock before me at eye level, like I was examining some rare specimen. The warm water pelted down on us, making my grip slippery. “Hold it tighter, Justin. Good job, boy… that’s it, baby…” My small boy hands didn’t even fit around the circumference of Dad’s huge number. It was tall and thick, like an eggplant, with a big mushroom head. And it was warm, hot even. I remember thinking that there might be steam coming out of it. “It’s hot, Daddy!” I exclaimed. “Like the oven!” Dad was taking long deep breaths. His head was tilted back, eyes closed. “That’s because Daddy’s cock is alive, Justin. It’s excited so it’s getting all warmed up.” “Wow!” I looked at his alive cock in my hands. “I hope mine gets big and warm like yours, Daddy.” During our showers I’d hold Dad’s cock, which would get bigger and hard in my soft little hands. Eventually, he’d make me get out of the shower, telling me he had to “take care of something”, and instructed me to dry myself off in my room while he finished in the shower. Sometimes when it was just the two of us, Dad would get naked for our afternoon naps. “Big man time,” he called it. He’d strip me naked, too. I liked putting my face on his bare chest. It was strong and hairy and pillowy. The cavern between his globe-like pecs was nice and deep. I liked to smell his manly smell, so I’d nuzzle my little face into him and breathe in deep. Once, I got curious and licked his nipple. Dad gave a big start, “Justin!” “Sorry, Daddy,” I giggled. He smiled at me, “You like my nipples, son?” “Yes, Daddy!” I giggled again. They were big and dark like pepperonis. “Do it again.” I licked his nipple again. “Again, Justin.” I licked again and again. His nipple got hard when I touched it, just like his penis. I licked and licked, savoring the salty protein taste of Dad’s musky body. “How about sucking, Justin, you want to suck on my nipple?” I put my whole lips over his nipple and sucked. “Mmmm, that feels good, baby,” Dad laid his head back down on the couch cushions and closed his eyes. “Keep going.” The late afternoon sun spilled around us, warm and gold. Dad’s body, big and vast, was so warm. I could feel his expanding penis growing near my knees. Mom was away doing errands; I was always glad when it was just me and Dad. We were so cozy like that, snuggled up together, so close and tight. We laid there, and I’d nurse on his big erect nipple as we both drifted off to sleep in the afternoon sun. As I got a little older, Dad and I stopped showering together and napping together, as is usual for boys and their parents. I was older and wanted more alone time to play my games and hang out with friends. I was more embarrassed of them, mom and dad, and wanted to do my own thing. It’s natural for all kids. Dad also started working more, pulling late nights at the office and missing more family dinners. It was worth it, though, as he brought in tons more money and got several promotions within a couple of years. Mom enjoyed it with fancier clothes, and as a family we got to go on more vacations to the beach and even to Europe and Mexico. We were a happy family; Dad was strong and provided nicely, Mom was content. I was on several sports teams and worked hard to impress my amazing Dad. I’m fifteen now, a sophomore at Central West High, and we’re still a happy family. Dad and I are still real close, of course. He’s in his fifties now, but man, I hope I look like him when I get to that age. Ever since I could remember, Dad’s always been lifting weights. As a small boy he’d lift me up like a dumbbell, and I’d laugh and laugh and laugh as he did curls with my small body. He’s always been a member at the local gym, and he’d made a setup at home as well. Hell, it wouldn’t be a stretch to call Dad a bodybuilder. Now that he’s on the other side of fifty, he’s not as ripped as he was when I was a little boy. But he’s still just massive, with huge arms, thick, thick legs, and man, he must have the biggest pecs I’ve ever seen. Big, juicy melons my dad’s got on him! And you can’t forget his butt. Us Richardsons have naturally big asses, I guess, because I remember grandpa had a big one as well. I swear I could use dad’s ass as a bookshelf. He’s always bringing his ripped pants to mom to mend, and she just shakes her head and laughs. And me? Well, I’m nowhere near dad in terms of size, but now that I’m a teenager, I put my time in at the gym. No, I don’t have the best grades, but I’m more of a brawn over brains type of boy, people tell me. I guess you could say I’m kind of “naturally oblivious”, as my homeroom teacher once put it. But it hasn’t kept me back, and the way I see it, I’d rather play sports and work on keeping in shape than worry too much about smarts. Besides, I just love to work out and take care of my body. I’ve got toned arms, thick smooth pecs, and my thighs are getting nice and juicy. I take after Dad, with thick, wavy brown hair, and blue puppydog eyes. But I’ve also got mom in me, with pouty lips that girls tell me are great for kissing and guys make fun of for being “dick suckin’ lips!” I’ve also got her smaller, perky nose, a light cover of freckles over my cheeks and nose, and kinda big ears. But the biggest way I take after mom is my lack of body hair. For her, I’m sure it’s great, but for me, man, I wish I could grow at least a little! I can’t even grow facial hair. The guys are always teasing me in the locker room, remarking on my hairless legs, torso, and arms. “You don’t even have pubes, dude!” Ricky Johnson guffawed after P.E. one day as we changed out of our sweaty gym uniforms. “Dude, really? None?” Aaron Smith peeked around as he pulled on his jeans, smirking. “Aw, c’mon! Knock it off!” I groaned. “Like a dolphin,” someone snickered. “And damn, Justin!” Ricky swaggered by, now cackling. “What’s with that ass, man!?” “Yeah, you trying to get raped, sweetheart?” “Shut up, you guys!” I snarled. “Justin!” Peter Vance called out from the other end of the locker room, “You trying to seduce us or something? You got a semi circle back there, bro!” “I bet it’s smooth like the rest of him, too,” Aaron said. I rushed to pull my jeans on. It was always hard to get them up over my big bubbly butt. At least I never needed a belt. Ricky paused behind me with crossed arms. He looked me up and down. “Dude, there’s just something about you…” Ricky said. “You’re just like… fuckable.” The locker room erupted in laughter. “Ricky’s gay!” Peter cried out. “Haha, what the fuck, Ricky!” “Nah, you know I’m not gay.” Ricky shook his head. It was true, Ricky Johnson was the ladies’ man of our class. Rumor had it he’d even gotten an after-school blowjob in his truck by Ms. Cohn, the assistant principal. He juggled at least four girlfriends at a time, and each of them all whispered about the mind-blowing fucking Ricky would give them. He was a straight stud. “There’s just something about you Justin. You’re like… fuckable.” “Ricky, what the…” I raised my eyebrows at him, confused at what he was saying. He shrugged, “I don’t know, man. I’m straight, but you’re like a boy barbie doll. Like just made for… fuckin’.” I gave Ricky the finger, finished changed my clothes, and stormed out of the locker room, my cheeks red from embarrassment. It wasn’t the first time someone had told me about this “fuckable” quality I supposedly had. Pervs in the mall are always following me around, or undressing me with their eyes and peeking over the privacy guard when I’m at the urinals. I was around twelve when this started to happen. That’s when I started to fill out. My thighs got thicker, my arms more toned from pushups, my chest going from flat to round with pecs, and my butt starting to get perkier and round. “Why do you have so many Instagram followers, Justin?” Britney Smith asked me one day during lunch. She was staring at her phone. “Dunno,” I shrugged, and I really didn’t. I was pretty popular at school, being a jock and all, but it was a mystery to me why I had thousands of followers whereas my friends had a few hundred at most. That night in my room I scrolled on my phone, looking through the list of who followed me. “What the-” There were my friends from school. But most of them, thousands of them, were older men. They liked every picture, especially the ones of me. One of me in my baseball gear had five thousand likes. Another one of me shirtless in shorts had ten thousand. I’d never read the comments before. There were dozens, hundreds sometimes, all from strangers. Some guy wrote “sexy”, another wrote “so beautiful.” I blushed. One below that read “I’d love to fuck you” “What a fuckable young man! Where do u live?” “Please let me fuck you.” I switched my account to private. At the pool I always made sure to wear my baggiest swim trunks, beause once I made the mistake of wearing a tight fitting Speedo. It was a hot day in July and after doing several laps, I went to the bathroom. Inside it was empty. It smelled like all pool bathrooms do: a mixture of piss, chlorine, and sweat. I walked to the urinals and started to pee. Over my shoulder, I saw an older man walk in. He looked to be in his fifties or so. Soon after, he was followed by another guy. And another. Soon, it was me and maybe eight other men in the restroom. One of them came up and occupied the other urinal to my right. “Nice day, huh?” he said conversationally. He had salt and pepper hair and was in good shape for his age. The other men were just standing there. I assumed they were waiting in line for their turns to piss. “Uh, yeah,” I said, looking at him. I had seen him out there earlier. He was with his wife and two little kids. “You come here often?” He asked. “Mm, I guess.” I shrugged. I liked to swim in the summer as exercise. “Cool,” he nodded. “Me too.” I glanced at him. He was looking over his shoulder at the group of other men behind us. He was smiling at them, as if they were all in on some inside joke. I looked over at them and some of them were rubbing their crotches, staring at me. Suddenly I got very hot. I hurriedly finished peeing. “Well, have a good day,” I nervously told the man next to me. I tucked my dick back into my speedo and started to walk away. “Wait!” The guy at the urinal beckoned me back. “Why don’t we hang out in here a while?” “Oh,” I frowned, “Well there’s a big line here; it’s kinda crowded…” “We don’t mind,” one of the men in the group behind me chimed in, grinning. He must have been at least sixty, and was big and beefy with gray hair and a belly. And he was rubbing his groin, obscenely. His erection was making a tent in his swim trunks. “I…” I stuttered, shocked at the sight of this man touching himself. Actually, they all were: all the men in the bathroom. They were all rubbing their erections and looking straight at me. “Boy, why don’t you stay here and have some fun with us?” The man at the urinal said. I looked back at him. He was smiling mischievously. He winked at me. He was turned to the side and I realized his dick was fully out. Only he wasn’t peeing, but was slowly stroking himself, fully erect, hard as steel. I gaped at his hard exposed cock. “Yeah, boy,” one of the men behind me snickered. “Stay and have some fun.” “Why don’t you take off those briefs and show us your bubble butt, son?” another one growled. “W-what?!” I cried, my face hot. One of the men standing near the back sneered, “You’ve been walking around all day with those little briefs on, boy, teasing everyone with that big tight ass.” “You’re practically begging for it,” the man at the urinal said in a low voice. “Trying to get everyone all hot for you, huh?” “N-no! I wasn’t!” I stammered. “You want us to look at it, don’t you, boy?” “No! I don’t…” “So tight and fuckable.” “Such a fuckable young bubble butt…” I was flushed and hot and overwhelmed. Almost all of the men had taken out their cocks and were fully jerking off. “I… no!” I backed away from the group. “You want us to take care of you, boy?” “So young and smooth…” “You want us to rape that yummy boy pussy, don’t you?” “Why don’t you come over here and let us rape that young-” I turned and ran. I fled the bathroom, ran over to my towel and backpack, and quickly sprinted to my bike, locked off to the side of the parking lot. I panted, racing with adrenaline, as I rode home. “Don’t worry about it, Justin!” Dad laughed when I told him what had happened at the pool. We were sitting at the dining room table. Mom was in the kitchen cleaning up. She, unlike dad, had been totally istanbul travesti freaked out by my story, and had left the room in a huff when Dad had brushed it off. “But, Dad! They had their dicks out! Some of them said `rape’!” “Justin!” Dad looked behind him in the direction of the kitchen. “Don’t let your mother hear…” “Dad…” “Justin,” he looked at me seriously. “You’re fifteen now. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how men get… urges.” “What does that have to d-” “Son, I’m sure you get these urges, too. You’ve started jacking off, I’m guessing…” “DAD!” “Keep quiet, son,” Dad barked. “This is real man talk, and I don’t want your mother getting more upset.” I crossed my arms and sank a little lower in my seat, averting my gaze, but I kept quiet. “Listen, son,” Dad said in a low voice. “You’re a very handsome young man. You’re going to notice that people – both guys and girls – are going to… pay attention to you. It’s part of growing up.” I looked at him nervously. “What do you mean, Dad?” “I mean that we all have urges,” Dad said. “And some people – like you – they command… the attention of people with urges more than others. You have… certain qualities that make others… look at you more.” I thought of those pervs at the pool, how they talked about my “fuckable” bubble butt. I thought about what Ricky had said. I blushed harder. “The point is, son,” Dad reached out and held my shoulder. His strong hands always made me feel better, and I relaxed a bit. “The point is, you’re a very handsome boy. You’re a very beautiful boy. I had to go through the same thing when I was your age.” I looked up at Dad, “Really?” He nodded reassuringly, “Sure, son. When I was a kid like you I received all sorts of attention I wasn’t expecting. Us Richardsons, we’ve got good genes. You learn how to deal with it. How to handle it like a man.” I was silent, pondering Dad’s words. “Don’t be ashamed of your good genes, Justin. Be proud. I’m certainly proud myself, to have such a good looking young man as my son.” I smiled despite myself. “Thank you, Dad.” Dad’s talk helped me calm down, and from then on I did notice the eyes of others on me, my body, especially my butt… But I took it in stride as just a part of being a teenager and getting older. Sometimes it was women who stared at me, but – annoyingly – most of the time it was men, and older men at that. At the movies, at the grocery store, on the sidewalk. This must have been the “fuckable” quality Ricky had been talking about. It wasn’t just strangers who seemed to “notice” me, either. After baseball practice one day it was my turn to help Coach Tyson bring in all the gear. By the time I hit the showers, all the other guys had gone, so coach and I changed in the locker room alone. “Good job today, Justin,” Coach said. “Thanks, coach!” I said, pulling off my shirt, which was sticky with sweat. “It was a hot one out there.” “Sure was,” Coach nodded. He stared at my bare torso as I got my shirt completely off, examining me up and down. “You’re looking good, kid, I gotta say. Putting in more time in the weight room?” “Yes, sir,” I replied. “I’m trying to hit harder and run faster. I gotta keep up with the bulkier guys like Ricky and Jimmy, right?” “That’s the right attitude, boy,” Coach smiled and continued taking in my physique. “Your tits in particular are getting nice and big. Biceps coming in strong, too.” “Thanks, coach! Ricky’s been helping me bench more.” Coach cocked his head, “Flex for me, kid. Let me see.” I stood up straight and tightened my abs. I reached up and flexed my biceps for him. “Nice kid, real nice,” Coach crossed his arms and took in my young form appreciatively. “You should be proud of the gains you’ve made.” I did some more flexing for him so he could check out my progress. I could even bounce my pecs now, if only a little bit. I did several poses, showing him my shoulders, triceps, abs, and forearms. “Very nice, very nice,” Coach said smoothly. “Now how about you turn around and drop your shorts?” I blinked. “Coach?” “I see you’re filling out in the front, so I need to see how it’s going in the back, that’s all.” Coach crossed his arms, “I am your coach, you know. I need to see how my players are doing physically.” “But…” “It’s alright, kid,” Coach chuckled, “it’s just us guys in here. You think I haven’t seen you all naked before? No need to feel shy.” I shrugged and turned around, dropping my shorts to the ground. “Jeez, kid!” Coach laughed, “I didn’t know boys your age wore jockstraps any more!” “Just me, coach. I haven’t seen any of the other guys in them. I just think they’re way more comfortable!” “I can’t argue with that,” he nodded. I flexed my butt for him and showed off my thighs. “Looking real good…” Coach had a strange twinkle in his eye. He took a step closer to me, “Your glutes in particular are… quite something.” “Thanks, coach!” I beamed at him, looking over my shoulder. “You know, the guys always make fun of my butt for being kinda big..” “`Kinda’ is a bit of an understatement,” Coach smirked. “That’s a big ol’ bubble butt you got there, especially for a white boy.” “Well,” I blushed, “Truth is, that’s why I wear a jock. Anything else is too tight down there and I feel real restricted out on the field. It’s kinda embarrassing…” Coach laughed, “Don’t be embarrassed, Justin. I assure you, those guys making fun of your ass are just jealous. They wish they had a big one, too. It means you’re strong.” “You really think it’s that big, coach?” I asked, blushing ever harder and giving him a timid smile. “Well, kid..” Coach stepped even closer. “… do you mind?” “What are you-” Coach reached out and grabbed my butt. His hands made me shiver as he cupped my smooth cheeks. “That’s a bubble butt alright,” Coach said with another smirk, his voice low. He noticed how rigid I was standing and he said soothingly, “Don’t worry, boy. It’s just us guys! I’m just checking in on my favorite player’s condition, that’s all.” “Y-you’re favorite, coach?” “Sure, Justin! You’re a damn good player. That, and you work real hard. I can always count on you.” Coach’s hands were still cupping my butt, slowly squeezing and kneading my perky cheeks. It felt weird, my coach touching my butt and all, but at the same time, I felt proud that coach liked and depended on me. “You can always count on me, coach!” I said brightly. “I know I can, kid,” Coach said lowly. His grip on my ass was getting firmer. His fingers started slipping in between my soft cheeks. “Coach-” “You’re a good boy, Justin,” he was kneading my buttcheeks hard now. The massage felt nice. After doing squats all week my glutes were sore. “A real good boy.” His fingers continued their roaming in between the hairless mounds of my firm ass, going farther and farther. Then, for a second, Coach’s took his hands away and I heard a soft spitting sound. Coach took his index finger and put it even deeper in between my ass cheeks, only now they felt wet, I guessed from his spit. I let out a little moan as he reached the end of my cavern. Now his finger was lightly rubbing my hole, tickling it. I shivered; no one had ever touched me there before. “Coach, I…” “Feel good, kid?” “Y-yes, Coach. But… but, someone could come in..” “Everyone went home, Justin.” “But, Coach,” I gulped. “This… this is weird. I’m not gay!” “Don’t worry, boy. I’m just massaging my favorite player. There’s nothing sexual about this at all.” “Are you s-” “I feel your glute muscles are all stiff. You use those a lot in baseball, right, boy? Massaging the inner ass like this stimulates those muscles to heal, it stimulates blood in… all sorts of places.” Coach was probing deeper now, fingering my tight hole with his slick finger. I gasped as he put it halfway inside me, wiggling it and twisting. “Coach…!” “Just relax, Justin. This is standard athletic procedure. A standard massage. If someone came in there wouldn’t be anything to hide.” I gulped and breathed out slowly. If Coach said this was okay, then I trusted him, even though it felt… weird. I could feel my cock twitching as he fingered me, and I started to panic. I didn’t want get an erection in front of Coach. What would he think? “Breathe, Justin,” Coach cooed, and I inhaled and exhaled slowly, hoping my boner would go down. His finger slid in deeper as I let my breath go. Now he was going in and out, in and out. His finger was in to the hilt and now he was touching something incredible. I couldn’t help but groan excitedly as I experienced this new, unknown feeling of pleasure. My teenage boner got even harder. “Boy..” Coach growled after a few seconds, “Your ass… it’s wet.” He was fingering me fast now, holding my left pec with his other hand to steady my lean frame as I arched my back against him. “Boy, are you… lubricating?” “Wha… I don’t…” I sputtered, confused. Coach sneered, “Well would you look at that,” he said, mostly to himself. “You’re getting wet for me, kid. Just like a pussy. Your pussy’s getting wet. Look at this, boy.” He slowly took his finger out and I moaned louder as it slipped out of my hole. He reached around me and raised his finger in front of my face. It was slick and wet, like he’d dunked his finger in water only it was thicker and sticky. “You’re wet, see?” “I don’t… understand…” “Like a pussy, right boy? You’ve seen a pussy before, you know how it gets wet when it gets excited?” I couldn’t muster up the courage to tell him I hadn’t, that I was still a virgin. “In any case,” Coach rubbed his left hand up and down my pec, rubbing my pink nipple, which was hard from stimulation. “That felt good, right? You can be honest, Justin.” “I…” I didn’t know what to say. My cock was still twitching traitorously with an erection. And no one had ever called my ass a pussy before… “I’ll take that as a yes,” Coach said. He wiped his wet finger on his nylon shorts, leaving a slimy streak. He ruffled my hair. “Again, Justin. There’s no reason to feel strange. Your coach needs to take care of his players’ bodies. And I had a feeling, Justin, that this is how Coach can take care of you.” He turned me around so I was facing him. I was blushing like crazy, and I was still hot from all the overstimulation. I reached down hurriedly to cover the obvious boner coming through the thin cotton of my jock. “No need to cover it up,” Coach laughed. “A healthy kid like you probably gets a boner at the drop of a pin, don’t you, boy? Put your hands away.” I reluctantly lowered my arms and looked away, blushing brighter scarlet. “A nice package on you, too, huh Justin?” Coach said approvingly. “Nice big balls from what I can see. Probably need to empty those often.” He reached out and grabbed my package. I yelped out in surprise, but the warmth and strength of his big meaty hand had an instant effect. My young cock grew to full mast in coach’s fist. He smiled as he felt my teenage meat expand, and gave it a firm squeeze, causing me to groan involuntarily. “That’s it, kid, let it out. No need to be shy in front of me, Justin.” He growled in a low voice, molesting my young package. “I’m your coach. There’s no secrets between us, okay?” I looked up into Coach’s eyes. He was smiling as he fondled my penis and balls through my jock. I’d known Coach since I started high school; I’d always relied and trusted him. I slowly smiled back, feeling a little rush of affection. “No, no secrets, Coach.” I also felt a rush of lust. His hand on my manhood just felt so good. I was suddenly overcome with a strong desire to cum. I knew it was wrong, I wasn’t a homo, but if Coach wanted to jerk me off, I knew I wouldn’t say no… “I think that’s enough fun for one day, huh kid.” Coach gave my swollen cock a last squeeze. “W-wait…” “We can pick this up another time,” he said, smirking. “But I got to get home to missus. And so do you, to your folks, before it gets dark. I don’t want your mom worried about you.” “Oh, um, okay, Coach.” I stuttered. My cock was throbbing with need. This was a bad case of blue balls. “Look at me boy,” Coach said. He could sense my desperation, I knew it. I looked up at him again, feeling small, my cock twitching. He smiled at me kindly but sternly, “I need you fresh for the game tomorrow, you hear? You get a good rest tonight, okay?” “Yes, coach.” “And, Justin,” he stepped closer and reached behind me. He grabbed my ass again, jiggling its meaty mass. My cock throbbed and I stifled back a moan. “Best to keep this between you and me, understand? Some people might… misunderstand how two athletes act in the locker room.” “I…” Coach looked me in the eyes, “Can I count on your discretion, kid?” “Y-yes, coach,” I gulped. He patted my smooth ass cheek, “Good boy. Of course I can. That’s my favorite player. Now get dressed, kid, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, and one more thing!” “Yes, Coach?” He smiled at me, “Make sure you, uh, take care of that before tomorrow.” He pointed to my hard-on. A wet spot was coming through the tip of my cock and through my jock. “I told you I need you fresh. So make sure you jerk off before you go to bed tonight, got it, sport?” “Yes, sir,” I blushed again and nodded. Coach gave me a wink and then he walked through the doors and left. After that, Coach and I went on like normal. It wasn’t ever weird between us after that meeting in the locker room. We won the next day’s game handily and celebrated after with pizza. Every so often it was my turn to help Coach bring in the equipment after practice and I always looked forward to it. Just us, Coach would strip me down and give me a glute massage, which always included him giving me a rough probing with his fingers. Eventually he would encourage me to jerk off while fingering me, as I always got hard, and as Coach said, “It’s not healthy for a teenage kid like you to hold it in.” It really did feel amazing, his thick body pressed into my back as he pushed one, then two, then three fingers inside my “boy pussy,” – as he called it – and I jerked my young cock. I grew to love the feeling of someone touching my prized asset: my meaty, bubbly, smooth young bubble butt. He always made sure I remembered that this was a standard athletic massage. “It’s not gay,” he reassured me. “It’s not sexual. This is how real athletes take care of each other. Us men – us sportsmen – we gotta help each other out.” I trusted coach. He was always looking out for me, asking about my grades, making sure my diet was right, asking about my mom and dad. I figured this was just another way he was taking care of me, and I found it did help me clear my head and focus on school and sports. Coach wasn’t the only one that took an interest in my health and body. Dad also took a real active role in making sure I stayed fit. Dad was big on sports. I’ve been enrolled in at least one sports team since I was a young child. It was never an option. Dad made sure fitness and health were a priority in our household. “I’d rather you be on top of your sports and your exercise than at the top of your class,” he told me once as he drove me to baseball practice. Dad didn’t care about my grades, and he said reading and getting too smart wasn’t the best thing for a good boy like me. “You just keep this,” he groped my pecs and then ran a hand down over my abs, “in shape, got it, son?” “Yes, sir!” Dad and I weren’t shy around each other with our bodies, as I’m sure you can already tell. Our family wasn’t one of those that was all about modesty. From morning jogs to lifting, Dad made sure I stayed in shape. Now that I was a teenager, Dad was like a muscle mentor to me, and I knew I had a lot to learn from him. “No excuses, Justin,” he’d sternly tell me whenever I complained about being too tired for a run or another set at the bench press. We had a routine, Dad and I. Every Saturday we’d work out together in the family weight room, a third bedroom Dad had converted into a gym. Dad knew just what to do to, and with his help and consistency, I steadily felt myself getting stronger. Being a teenage boy, my metabolism was fast as all hell, and it was hard for me to gain weight. Because of that, I had barely any fat on me – except for my ass, of course, and some on my smooth young thighs and some baby fat in my face. But with Dad’s guidance I put on some nice lean muscle. “You’re getting strong, kid!” I had just squatted my personal best, a short set of four hundred. “Thanks, Dad!” I beamed, feeling proud. “How about one more, bud? I know you have it in you.” “Yeah!” I shook my legs a bit to loosen up for one more round. Lifting with Dad always produced the best results. “Here we go,” Dad took his position behind me to spot as I got under the squat rack. “One!” I breathed heavy and lowered myself, sitting back and out. My thighs and glutes were at their limit; I’d pushed them hard today. “Two!” I wanted to impress dad so he could see how hard I was working. “Three!” My legs were starting to shake. A few more reps… “Four!” I was halfway back up but was having trouble getting there. My legs were shaking and I started to fall back down. “Dad!” Dad quickly reached down and grabbed my glutes. Firmly cupping my cheeks, he pushed me up, back into a standing position. “Whew!” I laughed, re racking the bar. “Close one, Dad.” Dad chuckled too, “Sure was. Glad I caught you!” “I don’t think I have any more in me, Dad.” “No, son,” Dad agreed, “That’s enough for today. His hands were still on my butt, and he gave it a little squeeze. “Dad!” I giggled from his playing. “What! Just feeling,” Dad winked at me. “Your ass sure is getting strong. Your legs, too. They have a great curve now.” “I hope so,” I nodded, turning my thigh outward to flex. “I’ve been doing glutes and legs at least twice a week now on top of baseball practice.” “That’s a lot, Justin.” Dad said, “Be careful. You don’t want to pull something.” “Don’t worry, Dad. Coach Tyson’s been helping me stretch my glutes so they stay nice and loose.” “Has he?” Dad asked, looking curious. “Yep! He says he has the best technique for loosening them up.” I took off my lifting gloves and wiped my sweaty forehead with a towel. “And what technique is that?” Dad crossed his thick arms. “He massages them with his hands,” I explained. “And then he sticks one – or sometimes more – fingers up inside me to work out the inside muscles. I can’t remember which ones… Coach knows all the names for muscles.” I unloaded the weights from the squat bar and put them back on the rack. Dad was standing there, staring at me. “And these stretches Coach Tyson does…” Dad asked, his eyebrows raised, “How long has he been doing them with you, son?” I shrugged, “A few months I guess? I feel real good afterwards. Coach is always looking out for me, making sure I’m in good condition.” “I guess he is, isn’t he?” Dad said. I looked over at him and he was looking at me strangely, smiling. It was a slanted smile. He looked amused. “Anything wrong, Dad?” “No, son,” Dad seemed to snap out of it, and he helped me re-rack the weights. “Nothing at all. Just curious. You told anyone else about these… stretches Coach Tyson does to – with you?” “Nope, I don’t think so.” “Well, good,” Dad nodded. “Best keep it that way, son. A lot of people don’t understand how athletes keep in shape. Best to keep it to yourself.” “Yes, sir.” For some reason, after that, Dad started to demand we work out together even more. Saturday workouts turned into Mondays and Wednesdays, too. Then it was Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. We were hitting the upstairs weight room every other day. Dad got more involved with my workouts, too. He didn’t just watch and spot. He made me do each rep real slow, and he was kadıköy travesti a lot more hands-on. “Here, Justin,” he said as we did shoulder lifts. “Let me help you here.” He stepped up right behind me, so that his body was pressed against mine. “Alright, lift the barbells straight up, son, like I showed you.” I raised my arms up, exhaling slowly. Dad reached his hands around me and put on one my abs, the other on my chest. “That’s it, Justin, breathe deep now. Another rep, here we go.” He started rubbing his hands up and down my abs, feeling them contract with each rep. “Good job, son…” His hand on my chest was nice and warm. He was cupping my pec, two of his fingers found my nipple and brushed it. “Press your body against mine, son. For better form.” I arched my back and shifted my weight, trying to press myself more into Dad’s body behind me. “One more, Justin.” I did one last rep with the barbells, lifting them over my head and back down. I could feel something warm and hard pressing into me near my butt. I pressed myself more into it and Dad let out a little moan. I turned around, but Dad hurriedly turned away before I could face him. I shrugged it off, glad to be done with that set of weights. For all our workouts, Dad touched me, held me, making sure my form was just right. He made sure I got involved in his workouts, too. He instructed me to touch his arms while he did curls, his biceps as big as ripe grapefruits. He had me hold his waist as he did flyaways, and support his mountainous glutes as he he did lunges. “Feel them, Justin,” he said as I held his shoulders during a set of presses. “Don’t be shy. Feel the correct form.” “They’re rock hard, Dad!” His shoulders were like boulders. “Yeah, son, squeeze them a bit. Good boy, that’s good. Aaaaand done, last rep.” It was incredible, feeling Dad’s enormous muscles in action. I was downright jealous. It made me want to work harder. “You two sure are spending a lot of time together!” Mom remarked one evening during dinner. “You know there’s such a thing as working out too much, right?” “Aw, honey,” Dad shook his head. “Justin just takes after his old man, don’t you buddy? He wants to be big and strong like me?” He rubbed my foot with his own under the table. “Yep!” I smiled brightly at him and mom. “What, Mom, you jealous?” Mom rolled her eyes. “Whatever you boys say.” It was around this time that I started dating Christy Adams, a blonde girl in my class. She and I were in the same group of friends, and one day, at a buddy’s party, she pulled me into the bathroom. We made out and then Christy let me slip my hands into her wet pussy. I fingered her as I sloppily motorboated her tits, which were huge and supple. “Nice, Justin!” Ricky clapped me on the back during practice after the news had made the gossip rounds. “Her pussy,” Tommy Asher said wide eyed. “Does her pussy get super wet?” “Sure does,” I smirked, and the guys all moaned with envy. “So fucking wet.” I told Dad about Christy during one of our workouts. He was proud of me. “That’s a sign you’re becoming a more mature young man,” he nodded approvingly. “Take good care of her.” “I will, Dad,” I grunted as I completed a set at the bench press. I put the bar back on its rack and sat up. “Is she pretty?” he asked innocuously. “Yeah,” I laughed, thinking of my hot blonde girlfriend. “She’s real hot, Dad. Like… amazing. Like a model!” Dad clapped me on the shoulder, “Nice one, son! I’m sure she’s a hot young thing to be with a stud like you.” “Her tits-” I hadn’t meant to say that. I nervously looked up at Dad. “Uh, sorry, I guess I got carried away there.” Dad laughed, “It’s alright, son. I was fifteen once, too.” I shyly smiled back at him. “So she’s got a great rack, huh?” Dad asked conversationally, wiping his brow with a towel. We were both sweaty as hell. I felt more emboldened now that Dad was talking about it. “Yeah, she sure does. Double D’s.” I scratched the back of my head and laughed nervously, “I guess I’m a chest man.” “Mmm, a nice set of tits sure are great,” Dad nodded. “But I’m more of an ass man, myself.” “Really?” “Oh yeah,” Dad nodded. “A nice big ass really gets your old man’s blood pumping.” “Dad!” I squirmed, “C’mon!” Dad smiled mischeviously, “What! I’m a guy, too, huh? You think your old man doesn’t get horny?” “I- I don’t know!” “A nice firm ass, nice and plump…” “Dad!!” I was blushing bright scarlet now. He laughed again, “All right, all right…” Our workout was over; both of us were spent. I helped Dad gather up the loose weights and sweaty towels and put them in the bin. We wiped down the equipment then walked over to the lockers Dad kept by the far wall with fresh clothes. He stripped off his wifebeater, which was practically see-through with sweat. I couldn’t help but stare. We’d done a hardcore chest workout that day. Bench press, flyaways, pec deck, the works. “Wow, Dad!” I gaped at his bare torso. He was all pumped up from our workout. “Your chest is so big!” Dad’s pecs were as large as melons. There was a clear crease under them, and they pushed against each other, almost like cleavage. He bounced his pecs a few times playfully. They jiggled meatily, shiny with sweat. “Yours aren’t too bad either, son,” he motioned towards my shirtless body. “You’ll have pecs as big as me in no time.” “No way,” I said, my eyes still transfixed on Dad’s enormous globes. Though hairy, they still looked so smooth and soft. His nipples were big and swollen, with big pronounced tips. “Have a feel, son” Dad said. “What?” I looked up at him. He beckoned me over. “Go on. Feel them. I don’t mind. Seems like you can’t look away from your old man’s pecs, so come cop a feel.” “I…” Dad and I were comfortable as heck around each other and our bodies. But I was starting to feel nervous. There was a little stirring in my crotch as I gazed at Dad’s incredible tits. So big, so strong. What the hell was wrong with me? His pecs really were amazing. I was taken back to when I was just a little kid, nuzzling into Dad’s chest, sucking on his nipples. I thought of Christy’s amazing tits. So big and round. Dad’s were having the same effect on me! “Justin, feel my pecs.” I snapped out of my reverie. “O-okay, sure…” I stepped closer and reached out for a feel. It was just me a dad, right? Us guys. Two guys working out. I put my hand on his right pec and squeezed lightly. It was meaty, like beef. Steak. Slick and wet from sweat. “C’mon, son, really feel them,” Dad said. He grabbed my hand with his own and guided it up and down his chest. “Like this. Feel it.” I gulped a little as my hand brushed over his nipple. Dad flexed as I rubbed, and his pec got hard as a rock, and then he relaxed until they were soft again. I cupped his pecs, squeezing and rubbing as Dad held my hand in place. His tits felt incredible. Christy’s tits were amazing, but these, they were so strong, they smelled so good, like a man, like my dad. My dick was stirring in my jock, I could feel it. As I felt up Dad’s hard pecs I couldn’t help but start to get a boner. “This takes me back,” Dad grinned. “Remember when you were a little boy? You used to be so curious about my body.” “I – I remember,” I stammered. “You always loved my chest. Even when you were a baby. You wanted to suckle on my nipples instead of your mothers.” “Dad, I-” “You weren’t lying when you said you were a tit man. Feels nice, your hands on my tits, s-” “I have to go to the bathroom!” I cried. I stumbled back away from Dad and quickly turned around so he couldn’t see my raging erection. I started for the bathroom, which was across the room, shuffling quickly, trying to hide my engorged boy boner. “Hold it!” Dad said firmly. I stopped where I was, trembling. “Turn around” Dad commanded, and though I thought I would die from shame, I didn’t dare disobey Dad. As a I slowly turned to face him, I saw Dad’s eyes narrow at the sight of the huge tent poking through the thin material of my athletic shorts. I felt so small under Dad’s gaze. What would he think of me? I didn’t want Dad to think I was gay, or that I… I was turned on by him! “You got a hard-on, son?” Dad asked me quietly. My face red hot, I nodded. He could see it, after all, my hard cock. “S-sorry, Dad, I…” He crossed his arms as I stammered. “I.. I didn’t mean to, I just – sometimes I get…” I couldn’t put a sentence together. “It’s okay, son. Boys your age? It’s normal. I bet you get an erection at the drop of a hat.” I was looking at my feet, unable to meet his eyes, “Dad, I’m sorry! I-” “Son, it’s alright! I was a teenage boy once, too, you know. My cock was hard when the wind blew.” I didn’t know what to say. I gulped and looked at the floor. “Besides, have I ever seemed embarrassed when you saw my cock? We shouldn’t be ashamed of our bodies, son.” I thought about the showers Dad and I used to take. “You were a curious boy. You thought my cock was giant, remember? Remember you used to touch it…” I looked up at Dad. He was smirking at me, but not unkindly. “Yeah, I remember,” I muttered, embarrassed now for Dad bringing up my childhood naivety and curiosity. We were silent for a while. I shuffled my feet nervously. The silence between us felt thick and awkward. “Hey, how about you keep playing with my chest,” Dad said after a while. “I don’t care if you’ve got an erection.” “Are… are you sure?” I asked, hesitating. Dad nodded firmly, “C’mon, son. Feel my pecs some more. Give them a little massage after that big ol’ workout they just got.” It felt absurd to walk back towards Dad with a huge tent in my shorts, but I did it anyways. I slowly reached out my hands and started kneading Dad’s pecs again, slowly feeling him up. He flexed them for me, bouncing them gloriously as I stared at his rack, mesmerized. “You can suck on them too, if you want,” Dad said in a low voice. I looked up at him, wide-eyed. “W-what? Really? I, uh, no. That’s weird, right?” Dad grinned at me, “Go ahead, boy. Like you used to, remember?” I gulped. “Go on, Justin, suck on Daddy’s titties.” I almost moaned when he said it, and I couldn’t resist. I plunged my lips over Dad’s giant nipple, licking and lapping like a thirsty dog. “Awww, Justin,” Dad grunted. “Ha, this takes me back. Feels so good, son.” I smothered Dad’s nipple with my full lips, sucking the salty sweet musk off his supple hairy skin. “That’s it, baby, suck on Daddy’s breasts.” “MMMmmmfh,” I moaned as I sucked. I stuck out my tongue wide and licked the entire expanse of his pec, tasting his entire chest. It was salty and tangy with masculine musk. “Thaaaat’s it, Justin. That feels so good,” Dad moaned. “Now go back to my nipple, son.” I did as I was told and went back to nursing on his nipples, alternating between the left and right. I leaned into Dad’s body, holding on to his sides and loudly slopping on him, my spit making his chest even more shiny and wet. “Oh god, that feels good!” Dad moaned louder. “It’s like you’re nursing on me… begging for milk!” As I continued to slobber on my dad’s pecs, he reached down. I felt him reach for my crotch, and he grabbed my cock, which was somehow even harder than before. “Still got a boner, huh?” Dad whispered. He gave my engorged teen dick a squeeze. In response I sucked even harder on his big hard nipple. “I’ve got one too, buddy. You nursing on my breasts like this has got Daddy all hot…” Dad grabbed my hand and brought it to his crotch. “Feel it? Feel my boner?” “Mmmhmhmmm,” I breathed on Dad’s tit. Dad was pressed my hand into his bulge, rubbing it around on his erection. “Why don’t we take care of these, son?” Dad said in a low voice. “It’s not healthy for us men not to release when we’ve got these big boners and nuts full of cum.” God, I was so horny, slobbering on Dad’s meaty tits, feeling his big engorged cock through his jock. But in the back of my mind I still knew that it was all wrong, Dad and I being like this. My own flesh and blood father, if someone found out… “Whaddya say, son?” Dad growled. “Wanta jerk off together?” I finally lifted my mouth from Dad’s nipple. It was red and swollen from my sucking, and all puffy. It looked so delicious, and my cock throbbed. “I…” “C’mon, son. Let’s jerk off. You got me so hot, worshipping my tits like that.” I looked up at him. Dad looked at me square in the eyes, still rubbing my hand against his bulge. “Your Dad needs to cum, Justin.” “I… I dunno, Dad. Isn’t this w- weird? I mean… I dunno…” Dad sneered and pushed my hand away. He took a step back and ripped his jock off so that his gigantic cock was finally free. It swung down, too big to stick up. With a boner he was at least ten inches, thick as a club, too. Veiny and pink, I gaped at his meat. It was just as big as I remembered it being when I was a little boy, and held the same fascination. “Well, if you’re not gonna, I still am,” Dad growled. Slowly, he reached down and took a hold of his monster pipe. My eyes widened as he started to slowly stroke himself. Dad had giant hands, but they still struggled to reach all the way around his enormous dick. He squeezed his fat mushroom head and brought his fingers down his shaft, back and forth. As he came back up and squeezed a little bubble of precum spilled out of his piss slit. “Awwwww, yeah,” Dad closed his eyes and grinned. “Aw, Justin, this always feels good, don’t it. Jacking the ol’ cock.” I couldn’t help but reach down and start rubbing my own boner. My teenage meat was throbbing with need. A giant wet patch was coming through my shorts; I was leaking badly. My cock needed attention, and teenage hormones were overriding any shame I might’ve had about jerking off with Dad. Not taking off of Dad’s god-like body and the show he was putting on, I pulled off my shorts and took my cock out from the thin pouch of my jockstrap. Hesitantly, I started jacking my leaking cock. On my first stroke a stream of precum spilled out and on to the floor. I started jerking with gusto, hypnotized by Dad’s muscular tits and humongous cock. Dad opened his eyes and smiled when he saw that I’d joined in. He beckoned me closer with a jerk of his head. “Come here, son.” I walked closer to him, still stroking my dick. My jock slipped down my legs and I stepped out of them, now naked except for my socks and sneakers. “Here, come close,” Dad instructed. I stepped closer to him and felt the heat and humidity from his body. Sweat was dripping down his muscles and down his face. Dad moved in even closer so that our legs were touching. Side by side, we stroked our cocks, the sounds of our hands vigorously pumping our dicks and our ragged breathing filling the room. “Feels good, huh, buddy?” Dead whispered. “Mmm.. mmhm,” I panted as I furiously squeezed my cocked and fisted my rock hard dick. Jerking off had never felt so good! My eyes were glued to Dad’s fat battering ram of a dick, which he was stroking slowly. “You’ve grown up so much, son,” Dad said lustily. “You’ve always been such a beautiful boy.” The thwap thwap thwap of our joint masturbation echoed loudly in my ears. “Here, let me look at you, son.” Dad stepped back to get a better look at my whole body. His hands went from long and slow strokes on his cock to more vigorous and quick. “Stand up straight for me, son. Thaaat’s it…” I stood up straight and tightened my abs, facing Dad fully. I was in a frenzy, and I was jerking off fast, my mouth in a tight grimace. I didn’t want to cum yet, but the pleasure rolling through my body was overwhelming. “Turn around, Justin. Show me your ass.” “W-what?” “Just.. just turn around, son. I want to see that butt of your’s.” I turned around so that Dad could see my perky behind. He moaned and redoubled his efforts on his cock, stroking faster. An orgasm was building fast inside of my own dick, but I didn’t want to release yet. I stopped jacking myself and heard Dad chuckle behind me. “Close, huh? Doesn’t surprise me, young stud like you.” I smiled and looked over my shoulder; Dad’s eyes were still on my ass. “You enjoying the view, Dad?” “Awww,” Dad panted and shook his head as he jerked off with gusto. “You’re teasing me, boy, with that butt of yours.” It felt good, Dad worshipping me with his eyes like that. It made me feel sexy. I remembered those pervs in the pool restroom drooling over my ass, but this didn’t feel creepy, it felt hot. I arched my back a little, showing off my bubble butt even more, and gave a little shake. I felt my meaty buttcheeks jiggle and bounce as I showed them off to Dad. “Justin!” Dad laughed. “Damn, son. Feeling frisky, huh, boy?” “Haha, I guess so,” I giggled. I arched my back even more, feeling Dad’s eyes boring a hole into my teenage butt. Feeling bold, I said “You know, you can touch if you want to, Dad.” “Really?” Dad asked, basically drooling. “Alright, son…” He came up behind me and without any hesitation grabbed a handful of my baby smooth buttcheek. With his other hand he continued his assault on his meaty cock, stroking even faster and harder, precum streaming down his shaft and fingers. His dick was so wet he was making squelching noises as he jacked his iron rod. Dad rolled my butt around his hand, grabbing more and more with a rough grip. It felt like Coach did after practice, but Dad was being rougher, not trying to be polite or careful with his manhandling. I had to be honest, it felt good for my backdoor goods to be touched like this by Dad. He was so strong and I’d admired him as a man for as long as I’d lived. It felt right to be arching over for him, letting him grab and touch the boy he’d made with his own seed. “You’re really teasing me with this ass, boy,” Dad repeated. He took his hand off his dick and put all his energy into kneading my bubbly cheeks. “Put your hands against the wall, that’s it. Arch your back more, Justin. Let me see all of this bubble butt.” I gripped the wall, arching my back with all I had so that Dad could grab and squeeze and molest my ass with all his vigor. I swear I could feel the heat from his throbbing erection as it hovered inches from my thick thighs. “Mind if I taste?” Dad said, and before I could get a word out he had bent down and had thrust his girthy tongue right into my teenage ass cavern. I howled with surprise as he started to lick my hole and my taint, lapping at it like a thirsty dog. My howls slowly turned into moans of pleasure as Dad’s thick wet tongue ate my big butt with gusto. His hot breath felt so good on my wet hole. I’d never known Dad was such a lusty perv! “Tasty, boy,” Dad spat from behind me. “Nice and ripe.” The smell of spit and sweat filled my nostrils, sending a quiver down into my still-hard cock. I reached down and started jacking off again, moaning loudly as Dad lapped at my teen boy pussy. “Awww, Dad…” “Yes, boy?” “N-nothing, that just feels incredible!” Dad was holding on to my ass tightly, trying with all his might to get his tongue deeper and deeper inside me. He pulled out for a second and started spanking me roughly, and I yelped with pain as he slapped my globe-like buttcheeks, which jiggled when he hit them. Dad was breathing hard, practically gasping with loud grunts. He alternated between spanking my buns and kneading them and rubbing them. “This is so lewd, son.” “Ah-ah-ah,” I panted as he spanked me. “You’re being so naughty, arching your back like this… panting for me like a puppy in heat.” I moaned as he roughed up my smooth behind with his hands. “I’m sorry son,” Dad growled, slapping my ass one more time. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to rape you now.” “W-what!?” I jolted, recoiling. “Fuck,” Dad grunted. He stood up and pinned me against the wall with a Herculean grip. “I have to have this, Justin.” bakırköy travesti “D-Dad!” “You’re begging for it, teasing me with this sweet pussy.” “What… Dad! No…” I yelped, trying with all my might to wriggle from his grasp. My pleasure and overwhelming horniness had turned in a second into fear and panic. “I’m sorry,,” Dad’s voice was low but furious. His eyes were dark, out of control with lust, “I have to rape you now, son.” Dad shoved me hard again against the wall. With one hand he held me there, my head in his firm grip, my curly hair wrenched into his fingers. I squirmed, trying to at least loosen his hold on me, but I was no match for my muscular, brawny God of a father. With the other he shoved a finger in my mouth, wetting it with my saliva, and then brought it down to my ass. I shivered as he squirmed past my cheeks and the wet finger probed my tight hole. With a yelp he shoved it in, rough. “Ah Dad! Ow, it hurts!” I cried, wriggling in his steadfast grasp. “Let me go!” “Hold still, boy,” Dad said low and menacing into my ear, his breath sending a shiver down my back. He pushed his finger up and up farther into my boypussy, opening my warm hole. “God, I can’t believe I’m doing this…” I was shaking, but dad held me even tighter and I couldn’t escape. “I’ve wanted to do this since you were a baby…” “Dad, please stop!” “You want this, son, I know you do.” Dad breathed in his baritone into my ear. “I can feel your hole, it’s all wet. Just like a pussy. Fuck, you’re tight and wet and warm. Like a ripe mango. And you’re begging for it.” He removed the finger and pulled my hair even tighter, taking my head back and making me gasp. Now my own father’s throbbing cock was pressing against my ass. I felt its warmth and felt it pulse. The touch of it, his sex against my smooth young butt, was somehow thrilling. It felt dangerous, and I couldn’t help myself. “Awww Dad,” I moaned with uncontrollable lust. I felt afraid. I felt ashamed. But despite that, my cock was still hard. And it was leaking. A puddle of precum was pooling at my feet from my dripping dick. Dad’s hot breath was moist in my ear and on my neck. “Dad.. stop..” “I’m going to rape you baby. I’m going to rape your plump boy butt.” “Dad!…” And with a grunt, he did it. He shoved his hot, fat cock into my ass. I screamed out, and Dad clapped his hand over my mouth, pushing his fingers against my tongue to shut me up. He didn’t waste any time; within seconds his full ten inches were splitting me open. “Baby… My baby,” he shuddered, holding me still as he invaded me. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, baby…” Dad started pumping his cock inside me. I was dizzy from the pain. Yet my dick somehow got even harder with each trust. I felt its heat in my hole, warming me up from the inside. Dad was holding my arms behind me now, with his other meaty hand holding my head up by the neck as he raped me doggy style. “Dad, awwww Dad,” I whimpered. “Fuck, boy,” Dad moaned. “You’re tight, baby. Tighter than your mother. Sooo much tighter than your mother. You have a tight little pussy.” Sweat flicked off Dad’s huge arms and his face and down my back. We were one sweaty, bucking mass. I was in shock, shock from my own father fucking me rough and deep, shock from the sensations coming from my ass, my boyhole, “My baby’s tight wet cunt,” Dad growled as he plowed it with his manhood. He fucked me with huge, powerful thrusts, my smooth, tight body bucking each time his hilt hit the depths inside of me. Soon the pain was giving way to an incredible, strange warmth inside of me. I was Daddy’s fucktoy and it was starting to feel kind of… good. I moaned loudly, Dad’s fingers still in my mouth, a stream of drool starting to cascade down them from my open soft lips as he fucked me senseless. “Awww!” “Fuck, boy,” Dad smirked, “You like this, don’t you?” I could only moan more as he moved his fingers from my mouth and down my smooth torso, grazing his hands on my hard cock. “You’re hard. Look at you, arching your back like a whore. You like this, don’t you? You slut. You like your Daddy raping you..” He slapped my ass as he redoubled his fucking. I could feel Dad’s hot cock all the way up inside me. It crossed my mind I might burst. He was right, I was starting to enjoy it. The shame of my daddy having sex with me, his own son, was being pushed aside by pure lust. My dick couldn’t lie, and it was hard as steel. I was getting fucked by the cock that had made me, and I wanted to take it all to make my Daddy proud. “Fuck, Daddy! Aww fuck me!” I moaned loud. “Awww baby,” I felt Dad shudder as I said those words, and I felt his cock throb inside my pussy. “Fuck, son, take Daddy’s cock. You want my cock, baby?” “Yes, Dad!” “No, boy, call me Daddy. Say `Yes, Daddy.” “Yes, Daddy!” “Say yes, sir!” “Aww, yes sir!” I bucked back and forth from his fucking. “Say yes, papa.” I shivered. In a low voice, almost a whisper, I moaned. “Yes, papa…” “Awww baby, good boy,” Dad put both hands on my hips now and he pumped his daddy dick into me double time. I was in ecstasy and couldn’t stop from moaning loudly with each thrust deeper into my pussy. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, mixed with the scent of our masculine musk and sweat and saliva. Something was bubbling up inside of me, an incredible overwhelming feeling. “Aw baby, your hole is so tight and wet and warm,” Daddy groaned. “I’m gonna cum in your pussy, baby.” “Aww Daddy,” was all I could whimper. “The same cum that I fucked into your mother, that made you, my baby,” Dad growled deep and low, consumed with lust. “You like this daddy dick, boy? You like daddy’s cock, don’t you, slut?” He was fucking me at full speed now, I was going numb from the pain mixed with perfect pleasure. I was totally at his mercy. I could feel Dad’s body tensing, his breath was getting short and ragged. His torso was now bent on top of mine as he pummeled me; we were hot and wet with pleasure. “Take my cock you fucking slut,” Dad yelled. “Take it, boy!!!” “Fuck, Daddy!” I cried, my cock twitching like crazy. Each thrust felt like a jerk on my teenage dick. “Aw daddy, yes..” I was hanging on to the wall for balance as he railed me. My cock was leaking furiously, but I didn’t dare touch it, not when Dad was the one demanding his pleasure from me, taking it from me. Dad was shaking, his thrusts were getting faster and shorter and I could hear him groaning in short bursts. “Fuck, son, I’m gonna cum!” he gasped, ravaging my boy cunt furiously. “Do it, Daddy!” “FUCK! Aww baby!! Baby, aw fuck, I’m cumming in you! I’m cumming in you, son!!” He shouted, and with one final thrust he pushed his cock all the way inside me, all the way to his hilt, and I felt the hot explosion of Dad’s cum inside me, the same that made my manhood, my flesh and blood. I was seeing stars as rope after rope of hot seed blasted into me, coating my hole with the milk of my father. I bucked with his giant explosions, his cock convulsing and expanding with each release. I swear, he was pumping gallons of hot seed inside me. Dad collapsed over me, holding me close to his huge, hot, pulsing body. I felt my dick convulse one more time. I couldn’t hold back. Shots of adolescent sperm burst onto the floor as my young cock finally hit its breaking point. I moaned in pleasure as I orgasmed from my father’s sex. His arms were holding me tight, his hot breath bathing me as I unloaded my young load, my pool of fresh cum mixing with the drippings of Dad’s that were leaking from my adolescent cunt. Dad felt what was happening and cooed in my ear, “Yes, boy.. you can let it go. Cum for daddy. That’s a good boy…” I yelped out once more and shot a final stream of sperm from my smooth cock. My vision was blurry from pleasure. For what seemed like ages, we stood there, me bent over with dad bent over me, our bodies intertwined. His arms were tightly wound around my chest and abs. Sweat dripped from our slick bodies, the air smelled musty and like sex and cum. Dad was breathing hard, his cock still buried inside my hole. “You can’t tell your mother about this, boy,” he finally said lowly into my ear. I was quiet, the shock of what we had done washing over me, my dad’s hot cum still leaking from my hole, my dick quivering from the biggest orgasm I’d ever had. “Son… Justin,” Dad’s sweaty body was still wrapped over mine. “You hear me, boy?” I gulped, “Yes, dad.” “What did I say, boy?” Dad gripped me tighter so it hurt, and I gasped. “Y-y-yes, `Daddy.'” As I called him Daddy I felt his cock stir, still buried deep inside of me. “Good boy,” Daddy growled. Slowly, he pulled out of me, and I moaned as his giant manhood slid out of my violated boyhole. It was shiny with his cum. Dad put his hand on my stomach and stood me upright. My asshole ached painfully. He turned me around carefully, his hands warm on my shoulders, so big and so strong. I looked up and looked at him in the eyes, this man who was my daddy, the same one who had tucked me in at night when I was a little boy and who played dinosaurs with me and took me to baseball practice. I took a step toward him. I loved him so much. “Daddy..” “Son..” He reached out and gathered me in his strong arms, his soft smooth boy, his Justin. As we embraced I felt our cocks touch and instantly I began to harden; Dad was already half-way there. “Aw, Daddy…” The new erotic nature our relationship hadn’t disappeared in shame after we had cum. It was cemented, I felt it. Dad lowered his hands to my bubble butt, cupping my cheeks still sore from his fucking. I looked up into his eyes and he looked back into mine. His full, manly lips looked so good. Slowly, very slowly, we started to kiss. Not a family kiss, that empty peck, but a real, wet, gigantic kiss, one between lovers. Our tongues intertwined, our breath hot and sexual. Dad moaned and his hands roamed all over me, cupping my huge, perky butt, my smooth thighs and chest, cupping my balls. I let him molest me, bringing my hands to my favorite: his giant pecs. Just then, we heard the front door shut downstairs. “Fuck!” Dad whipped his head around, breaking our hot make out. “It’s your mother.” I had forgotten all about her, my mom, Dad’s wife. “Quick, get in the shower, son,” Dad pushed me towards the bathroom connected to our weight room. “Your ass is dripping. I’ll be back soon.” “Dad…” I felt so conflicted and confused. “Now, son! Your mom can’t know…” He looked stern and powerful. “No one can.” I reluctantly walked away, towards the bathroom. Steps were coming up the stairs and Dad was frantically looking for his briefs, for his shorts. There was a puddle of semen on the floor, mine and Dad’s mixed in a gloppy white mess of manhood. Dad covered it with his crumpled shirt and I closed the bathroom door right as mom walked in with a bright “Guys? You in here?” The door closed, I heard my parents’ muffled hellos. Mom was clueless, I could hear it. I mean, who would suspect us of what we’d just done? A father and son engaging in hot incestuous sex? Dad was faking cheerfulness, but I heard his true emotion through his voice: relief. I looked down. My body was still soaked in sweat, my dick shiny and sticky from cum. I was still erect from my father and I touching, kissing, fucking. I walked to the shower and turned it on hot. Steam quickly filled the room and the water drowned out the voices on the other end of the door. A war was raging inside of me. I didn’t want to get in the shower. I didn’t want to wash Dad’s love off of me. I wanted evidence of our sex on me forever. I felt so sexy; Dad wanted me and I wanted to be his little boy. I wanted to do more, to taste his cock, to feel it again. I shook my head and stepped into the hot water, wincing as ran down into my sore ass cheeks. A few drops of blood intermingled with the water, making it pale red. Dad had been rough, raping my virgin ass with no mercy. I stood under the shower and let it run down my head, down my body. When I closed my eyes I saw Dad there in front of me, naked, his giant muscled body powerful, his cock there, beckoning, his manly handsome face smiling at me. I reached down and grasped my teenage cock and began stroking. I masturbated thinking about my Dad, and shot my second load of the day stifling my moans. The rest of the evening was a blur, and it was torture. Dad and I didn’t know what to say, especially around mom. Everything was different now, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. We had dinner as a family around the table, with mom asking me innocently about my day. I could only answer in short, nondescript sentences. “Good, morning jog, you know, the usual.” Thankfully for a teenager, I guess that’s pretty normal, some distance from his mother. Dad was better about keeping up appearances, thank god, and mom didn’t seem to notice anything was off. After doing the dishes, I blamed a headache, and told mom I was turning in early. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. My ass throbbed with reminders of Dad’s giant cock ravaging it’s virgin hole. I thought of Christy, my girlfriend.. Oh fuck!! My girlfriend! God, I’d never be able to tell her about this. I’d never be able to tell anyone about this. It came crashing down on me, how secret my relationship with Dad would have to be. Something about it, though.. the forbidden. The taboo of a father fucking his own son. My cock stirred in my boxers. I reached down and rubbed my swelling mushroom head… Suddenly, footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly turned the light off and turned over. Maybe it was mom coming to check on me. I did say I had a headache, after all, and she was the kind that checked. My door creaked open and I jammed my eyes shut, feigning sleep. The door closed, but someone was inside my room, stepping up to me bed, their steps quiet and careful. A body was climbing into bed, but a big body, a man. “Son…” Dad breathed in my ear. I opened my eyes and looked up into Dad’s face, barely visible in the dark. But I saw his manly nose, his beautiful lips, his brown eyes. My face looked like this face, just boyish and young. “Dad…” I whispered. The sexual energy between us returned in a microsecond. Dad used to tuck me in and I just wanted his company, his promised safety. Now I wanted more. I wanted his love, his manhood, his body. I wanted to please him with my own body. I wanted him to want me, not as a boy, but as his lover, his sex toy, his pleasure. Dad got on top of me, pinning me down with one arm and reaching down to grab my cock with the other. “You’re hard, boy..” I gulped, “Yes, Daddy,.” “Fuck, son…” He began stroking my boy cock. “Awwww, Dad!” I could barely contain myself, and Dad shook me to be quiet. Dad jerked me off, his strong, warm, girthy hand felt so good on my still, smooth cock. “You’re rock hard, son,” Dad growled. “Now you touch mine.” I reached out and found Dad’s cock in the darkness. With his massive size it wasn’t difficult. He was equally erect, his cock throbbing through his trousers. “Stroke it, Justin.” “Yes, Daddy.” I did as Dad said and clumsily undid his pant button, his zipper, and then reached down through his briefs. I began jerking off my father. His penis was leaking from the tip; the thin precum was sticky. He moaned in a low baritone as my warm hands went up and down on his veiny shaft. “Good boy, Justin. Jerk off Daddy.” I squeezed his cock and he let out another low moan. Dad laid down next to me. For a while we lay there, jacking each other in my dark bedroom, the sound of mom watching her TV show downstairs faintly coming up the stairs and through my closed door. “Come here, son,” Dad said in a low voice. “Yes, Daddy?” “Suck on my tits, boy.” I rolled over and slowly lowered my face to my Dad’s huge, muscular pecs. I touched them first, feeling their smooth and sensual roundness. I lowered my head and took a lick, inhaling Dad’s muskiness, his manly scent, the pheromones practically shooting out of every pore on his body. Even though I had worshipped these pecs earlier in the day it still felt just as thrilling. And hot. “Mmmm, son, keep going,” Dad brought a big hand to my brown curls and rubbed my head like a puppy. I lapped at his big nipples, the tip jutting out nice and hard. Slobber ran down my jaw and on to dad’s tits as I sucked on them lovingly. “Good boy, Justin. Good boy.” Both of my hands were roaming over his chest now, too. God, I loved these pecs. I sucked and licked and kissed and worshipped dad’s heavenly tits. “You want Daddy’s milk, baby?” Dad growled. “You want Daddy to feed you?” I moaned my assent. “Then keep sucking on my titties, baby. Yeahhhh, that’s right. Mmm suck on Daddy’s breasts.” I moaned again, louder, and my cock twitched. I loved how filthy we were being, so perverted and lewd. Dad was jacking his humongous swollen cock now as I worshipped his chest. The sound of slobbering, jacking, and his ever shorter breaths filled my dark teenage bedroom. “Mm, son..” I paused from my licking, “Milk, daddy…” “Aw, son!” Dad moaned loud and I glanced at my bedroom door, hoping mom couldn’t hear… I resumed sucking on Dad’s swollen nipple, kneading his giant pecs as spit ran down on to his stomach. He was jerking off fast now, his eyes rolling back into his head. “You want milk, baby?” Dad gasped. “Yes, daddy,” I groaned. “Awww, keep sucking, son. You want Daddy’s milk? You hungry, baby?” Dad pumped his cock, fucking his fist. With a sudden movement, Dad grabbed my head with his hand and pushed my face in front of his throbbing dick. “AWW, BABY!” A jet of white hot cum erupted from the tip of his swollen head and shot right into my face. Dad’s iron grip held me steadfast as he came on me; he was pulling my hair and I winced from pain and from his seed shooting into my eyes, into my nose, and into my open mouth. Even though Dad had cum earlier his load was still huge. Jet after jet of his milk bathed my helpless face. Dad shuddered and collapsed deeper into the bed. He pulled me on top of him so my naked young body was on top of his muscular hairy one. “Swallow, boy.” I did as I was told. I’d tasted my own cum before, but never someone else’s. It was tangy and warm, and I liked it. I liked that it was my father’s. “Yummy, Daddy.” I liked talking like this. So innocent and like Daddy’s little boy. I liked feeling small next to him. Good boy,” Dad stroked my hair. He pulled my face close to his. With his fat wet tongue, he started licking some of his cum off my face. Then he pulled me closer and we kissed. Dad shoved his tongue into my mouth and I tasted the pools of daddy seed he’d licked off me. I swallowed every drop. We lay there, naked father and naked son. Dad held me in his arms and I nuzzled my face into his hairy tits. I softly nursed on his swollen nipple. “I love you, son,” Dad breathed. I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms. Our warm bodies were slick from semen and sweat. It smelled incredible. Dad’s chest was still shiny wet from my lusty drool. I thought of my friends, of school, of life before today, before Dad and I’s sinful affair, and I knew nothing would be the same again. “I love you too, Daddy.” He kissed my forehead softly. He lowered a hand to my bubble butt, cupping a cheek and squeezing. “I’ve got to go now, son.” “No, Dad…” “Your mother will be going to bed soon.” He kissed my forehead and squeezed my juicy buttcheek again. I looked up into his eyes. “So.. can we… again.. tomorrow?” I asked like a child, pleading and desperate. Dad took a finger and dug it in between my asscheeks, probing my still swollen hole. I gasped and moaned with pleasure as he massaged my cunt. “Yes, boy.” He removed the finger and got up, pulling on his underwear, his shorts, his shirt. He leaned down and gave me one last wet and sloppy kiss. Not the goodnight kiss of a father to a son, but of a lover. “Daddy will see you tomorrow. Good night.” Stay tuned for Part 2. —

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