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Caught, Wrestled And Ravaged

By daddy's boy

submitted November 16, 2001

Categories: Family Fun

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When I was just 18, I had my first real sexual experience. And, believe me, it was real and it was sexual. Thanks to genetics, I was 6’2” and 225 lbs my senior year. My Dad had also blessed me with thick blond hair that also covered my legs, arms, chest and crotch. My cock left nothing to be desired either. Thankfully, it was intact. When hard, it was 8” long and still covered at the head with soft skin that stretched to cover the head. Yes, I was already a looker. And I was looking, too.

What nobody knew was that I was looking at guys, not girls. The locker room held a lot a fascination for me as no one was shy in there. Guys would joke around about their hairy or nearly hairless high school cocks. Only a few of us were already getting covered with hair. I especially liked to see the way a guy’s ass was accentuated when he wore nothing but a jock strap. The exposed ass was more exciting than the uplifted cock and balls out front.

My favorite thing to do after school was to sit on my bed in a (well-stained) jock strap and watch gay porn borrowed from some older friends who were also closeted. I’d watch the guys on video as they caressed each other through their clothes before slowly undressing. My clothes came off just as theirs did. By the time they were sucking, I was dripping salty pre-cum through my jock. I tasted my own pre-cum and even my cum, eventually.

One afternoon, I was completely naked and stroking myself almost to orgasm when I realized I wasn’t alone. My father was standing in the doorway of my room, in shock. The sound of the television seemed to get louder as I fumbled for some sense of control over what was happening. All I could find within reach was my jock strap. I quickly pulled it on and began moving toward the television to turn it off. The bed was between the TV and me. And the TV faced the door. So my father was an unwilling witness to everything.

I was trying to move, but seemed to be paralyzed. The groaning, grunting and slurping sounds of a good cock-sucking seemed to own the very air in the room. I leaned forward to crawl over the bed and suddenly found myself in my father’s grasp.

My father was a real man’s man. He was about 6’4” and covered in rough, masculine features that caused me much embarrassment. You see, I wanted him. Wanted him bad. His thick, wavy blond hair was the mature version of my own. His years of working out had left his body in peak condition. When he swam, every ripple of muscle was evident underneath the moist, matted hair. A three-day beard that he usually kept emphasized his square jaw. And his eyes: As blue as any I’d ever seen. Oh, yeah. I wanted him in a bad and wicked way.

He put his full weight on my back and pushed me down onto the bed. He was breathing so heavy that I thought he might kill me. His heavy chest was heaving on my back as he fought back tears. I had begun to sweat profusely as he held me down against my will. I strained and moaned but couldn’t free myself from his grasp. He was lying on top of me from behind. His hands clamped the back of my arms. His legs pinned mine to the bed. Now what?

“You little faggot! What the fuck are you doing in here?” were the words he finally managed to say. The sneer of disgust was overwhelming. I began to shiver. My eyes welled up with tears. I continued to try and wrestle myself free from his iron grasp. It was no use. I was so sweaty and sticky now that I actually felt faint. We were both wrestling against each other. The groans of our wrestling matched the TV and caused us both to look up at the ass fucking in front of us.

“Is that what you want, you cocksucking little queer? You need a cock up your ass?” was next from his lips. I whimpered, “No, Daddy. Please. No. Daddy. Stop it. Let me go.” Dad pushed himself up on one arm (held across my back) and began taking off his pants. I was delirious with fear. Here I was, pinned to my own bed wearing nothing but a sweaty, cum-stained jock strap while my father held me securely in place. My body was glistening with sweat as my father proceeded to stand up next to the bed. Before I could move, he firmly grabbed my hips from behind. “Here’s your fucking wish.”

I suddenly felt piercing pain as he impaled my asshole with his cock. From the mirror on my dresser, I could see his beautiful, uncut cock as it slid into my virgin hole. The thick blond hair made his nuts look the size of a grapefruit. His foreskin was already doing its job and made his thrusting less painful on my tight ass. Nonetheless, it hurt. At the same time, it was unspeakable ecstasy. I began to get into it as he continued to pound away at my ass. My own cock was getting stiff after being deflated by fear. The juicy pre-cum that had covered the inside of my jock was now all over my soft cock and balls. I began to enjoy the sensation of this unexpected fucking.

Dad’s hairy body glowed with sweat as he plunged into my ass and pulled out over and over again. He closed his eyes and continued to keep a tight grip on my hips as he fucked me. I tightened my ass muscles on his throbbing meat just as he cried out, “Take some cum up your faggot ass.”

His entire body became like steel. His legs stiffened. His arms clamped onto my hips. His abs were like a rug-covered six pack in a photograph. Then, it came: Floods of hot cum burst from his man-meat into my hungry asshole. He pumped what seemed like a cup full of jism until it ran out of my ass like sweet, thick water. He stood still for a few seconds as the steady thumping of his heart pushed out his cum.

All of a sudden, he pulled out and turned me over onto my back. He climbed on top of me and sat across my chest. His hairy, sweaty balls lay directly on my chest and his still firm dick pulsed the last bits of cum onto my lips. “Eat it, queer boy,” he said. With that, he wiped off his dick by smearing cum all over my face.

He reached behind his back and grabbed my nuts too hard. I jerked in pain and opened my mouth to cry out. He seized the opportunity to shove his wonderful cock into my mouth. Before I could offer up any resistance, he had pushed it all the way in up to his nuts and pubes. I couldn’t breathe. He held it there for a second or two as I floundered beneath him on the bed. He smiled and withdrew.

“I suppose you want to fuck as well as be fucked, huh?”

With that, he slapped my balls with the back of his hand. I jumped again. With one hand, he pulled on the jock strap until it ripped apart. My cock was now so fucking hard that there was no hiding anything anymore. He looked at my face, rose up on his knees and lowered himself with one thrust onto my cock. I felt so dizzy that I thought I must have been dreaming. One thrust was all it took.

I came. Man, did I ever. His ass was now filling with my own creamy man juice. He stared at my face while my cock convulsed, spewing hot liquid into him. I turned my head away, but he grabbed my jaw, forcing me to watch his face as I shot my load.

He leaned forward closing his eyes. I felt a single tear drop land on my cheek as he began to move again. He removed himself from my dick and slowly backed off the bed. He looked only at the floor as he gathered his clothes to leave. As he walked away from me, I could see his cum filled ass squishing out creamy cum which got caught up in the thick hair of his ass. He walked out the door, turned and walked down the hall and we never spoke of it. Never.


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