Big Mike's Boy

by Richard Peter Johnson

  He put his big meaty hand on the back of my head and started driving his hips up and down so that he was essentially fucking my face. A few minutes ago, I might not have been too keen on this. But now? Now I was more than thrilled. Sure it hurt when he’d push up too hard and slammed his pelvis against my nose, but that did not dissuade me. I was sucking my dad’s cock- no, I was deep throating my dad’s cock and I was fucking loving it. I loved hearing him moan over and over again. I loved the taste of his prick on my tongue. I loved the manly smell that wafted up from his groin with every thrust. And I especially loved the fact that it was Big Mike, A.K.A. my dad, doing it. I knew it would never feel this way with another man. Didn’t matter if I sucked a different dick every day between now and the day I died, nothing would ever compare to what I was feeling right then.

  Dad started moaning louder and louder, announcing that he was about to cum more than once. I prepared myself for what I‘d expected to be a mighty load. And I wasn’t disappointed. He slammed himself against my face one last time and then screamed out in his passion. My tongue could actually feel the progression of his first wad of cum as it left the base of his prick and traveled all of the way through his tube until it exploded in me. I had to immediately start swallowing, lest I drown in his seed. (Not that I was entirely opposed to the idea, mind you.) Another load immediately followed and then a third. And a fourth.

  The only problem was that it was shooting straight down my esophagus and into my belly without passing over my taste buds first. In short, I was drinking his cum, yes, but I wasn’t getting to taste his cum, which was something I dearly wanted to do. The issue was that my dad had a death grip on the back of my skull that did not allow me the opportunity to back off enough so that he was shooting into my mouth. I gathered all of the strength I could muster and forced my head back. He was on at least his eighth blast of jizz by the time I actually got a taste of it. But not to worry, several more shot onto my tongue, giving me that taste I desired. As I swallowed repeatedly, I lost count of how many ropes he unloaded. But it didn’t matter. I was drinking my dad’s semen. And I was in heaven. Just like his precum, it was a bit salty, but sweet at the same time, the same way chocolate covered pretzels are. And it was so thick, almost like cottage cheese- chunks and all.

  By the time he finally slowed to a sputter, my belly was full of him. I even had to belch to make room for his load. And it tasted like the cum I’d just drank. If I died right now, I might go to Hell. But you know what? It would have been worth it. Totally worth it. Never before had I felt so satisfied. And it wasn’t because I’d orgasmed. No, it was because my dad had ejaculated into my mouth. That’s what had quelled the fire within me.

  God, I hoped this wasn’t a one off. I silently prayed that he’d let me do this again and again and again. I’d gladly blow him in the morning before he went to work. And then during lunch. Once more when he got home. And one last time before bed. I could still taste his semen and was already craving more. My dad had made me a cock slut, a cum dumpster. And I would be happy to be his cum dumpster for the rest of my life.

  One would expect that after shooting a load like that, my dad would be done. But one would be wrong. He stayed hard. Completely hard. Not a bit of softening was detectible. I was pretty much amazed.

  “Yours doesn’t go down after you cum?”

  “Nope. At least not when I shoot my load in a mouth. My cock is never truly satisfied with a blow job. It always wants some ass,” my dad said so deadpan that his words just had to be believed.

  I took a good, hard look at my dad’s good, hard cock. How big was that thing? (I measured it later and discovered that it was a hair shy of 10.5 inches and a full 8 inches around.) Could I take that thing? Could anybody take that thing? Oh, sure, some men could- porn stars, man whores and the like. But me? I was still pretty new at all of this. I didn’t think I was near ready for it.

  “I don’t think-”

  “Don’t worry,” he said, cutting me off. “I’ll get you good and loose first. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

  “Uh…”

  “Trust me, son. You wouldn’t be the first virgin I’ve gotten this thing into,” he said as he gave his massive cock a bit of a shake.

  “Yeah, but I’m not-”

  “Not sure you can do it? Don’t you trust your dad? Come on, let me be your first. You’ll never forget it. I promise.”

  I did trust him, but that wasn’t what I was going to say. I was going to tell him that I wasn’t a virgin. I was going to tell him about Mercutio, but he didn’t give me the chance. And the way he seemed so excited that I was… Well, I didn’t want to ruin that for him. Besides, my ex’s dick wasn’t all that big. Fine. I was, for all intents and purposes, a virgin. At least for my dad.

  Great, that’s settled. Now let’s get back to the topic of the tower of power that was currently throbbing while it stared at me with its cyclopean eye. Could I do it? I was sure it was going to hurt. But eventually, I’d want to take it. Maybe after a bit more stretching… Like stretching over years. Not just a few minutes. But dear God, I wanted it. I felt my ass twitch in a way that told me it was hungry. But could I? Dad was certain that I could. Good for him. But it was my ass that would tear, not his. I looked over at the dildo still lying in the bed. Dad wasn’t too terribly much wider than that was. Just an inch or two (or three). What to do? What to do? I glanced down at my dad and he had a look in his eyes that was half hungry, half pleading, much like those dogs you see in those A.S.P.C.A. commercials. I could almost hear Sarah McLachlan singing.

  I sighed and resigned myself to my fate. After all, like I said, I was going to take it eventually. Why put off ‘til tomorrow what you can fuck today, right? I gave him a small nod. The smile that came across his face was filled with joy and more than a bit of pride. He was proud of me that I was going to do this. What a weird emotion to feel. But it made me feel the need to return it.

  “What should I do?” I asked, nervously.

  “Just leave everything to me,” he replied.

  And I did.

  5

  He instructed me to lay on the bed, which I did with some trepidation. He dove under the bed and began to dig through his little sex chests, throwing various toys up onto the mattress next to me.

  “Where’s my lube?” he wondered.

  “It’s up here already,” I said, pointing to the nightstand where it had ended up.

  “Ah. Perfect,” he said. “Now just lay back and lift your legs. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  I did as I was told. In moments, dad’s face was thrust into the gap my opened legs formed. He started sucking my cock a bit, getting it hard again. Then he lavished my balls with attention before slowly delving lower. I felt his tongue swipe across my backside, dipping a bit into my already used hole. He drove deep, running his mouth muscle all around the walls of my cavity. It tickled in just the right ways, making me gasp more than once.

  Soon one of his thick fingers found its way inside. And, after adding a bit of lube, a second finger followed. He kept giving attention to my cock and balls, matching his finger thrusts with dips of his head so that every time I was in his throat, his digits were fully embedded in me. Somewhere along the way, I felt another stretch and slowly realized that a third finger had just popped inside. By now I was grunting and groaning and tossing my head side to side in abject pleasure. My ex had never opened me like this. The dildo maybe- maybe. But my dad did have big hands and fingers, so maybe not.

  He twisted them around and around in my hole, stretching it from every angle. After a bit I felt him trying to get his pinkie inside. But it just didn’t work. I was at my limits. Did that dissuade my father? Nope, not one bit.

  “Hey, can you reach inside of that drawer,” he said, pointing to the nightstand on the side of the bed. I had to roll and stretch my arm almost painfully, but I was able to do it. “Great. Grab one of those brown bottles out of there.”

  I did. The yellow label had red w
riting on it that read “Rush.” I still had no idea what this stuff was.

  “Okay, crack open the lid and take a deep sniff of what’s inside,” my dad instructed.

  I mentally shrugged my shoulders and did what he asked. The stuff smelled acrid and rather unpleasant. Then the stuff did its job. I felt my body swoon and was certain that, had I been standing, I would have fallen to the floor. What the fuck was in there? Whatever it was, it made me feel dizzy, detached from my body and really fucking horny for some reason. When I felt strong enough to lift my head, I looked down at my dad with confusion in my eyes.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah,” was the only word I could think of to say.

  “Go ahead, take a few more sniffs. Make sure you hold your breath for a few seconds after each one. Trust me, you’ll like it,” he said with an almost malicious grin.

  I did. I took two big breaths of the stuff, holding each for a few seconds, as instructed. My world tilted again and I lost myself in the vapors. I felt my dad start to work on my hole once more. He swirled his hand round and round and then there was a bit of pressure. It hurt a bit, yes, but the pain did not matter. Because, along with the pain, there was a distinct amount of pleasure. It felt good. Real good. I felt my ass stretch out just a bit more.

  “Yeah, son. Take it. Take all of my fingers in your asshole. Fuck! That looks so hot!”

  Okay, so while I was loopy, he had managed to get all four of his fingers into me. It was wonderful. I felt so full. And the pain quickly slackened off. Now there was nothing but pleasure. Abject pleasure. I pulled my legs back a bit more, giving dad unfettered access to my hole.

  “You like that, don’t you, boy? You like having your dad’s hand in you?”

  “Yesss!” I hissed.

  “Yeah, I thought so. You ready to take your dad’s dick in there? I know you want it. You want to feel my cock in your ass, don’t you?” His words sounded so dirty and sexy. And the tone he used just made it all sound so much better.

  “Yes, dad. Do it! Put your dick in my ass! I want it! Please! I need to feel you in me! I need to feel you fucking me!”

  He climbed back into the bed right between my stretched out legs. I caught the briefest glimpse of his hard prick as it led the way. I had one small moment of doubt, but that was immediately quashed by my sheer desire and the poppers still coursing through my veins. Since his fingers were still in me, he had to open the bottle of lube, squirt some on his massive meat stick, close the bottle and smear it all over his rod with just one hand. My dad apparently had a great deal of dexterity. I was almost envious.

  “Take some more breaths, son. It’s only going to work if you’re in a good place,” he said and it sounded like some pretty damn good advice.

  I took three breaths this time. As soon as the cap was back on the bottle, he pulled his hand out and slid his massive hose inside. I had thought that taking his fingers had been a stretch. But his thick cock was a something else entirely. The massive bulbous head slammed up against my ring of muscle, threatening to tear down the gates rather than gently slip inside. It took a bit of force before it popped in and I was glad I was still high from the fumes. Don’t get me wrong, I still cried out when it forced/ shoved its way inside, but the burning, almost tearing feeling was upstaged by the sheer pleasure of it all. Add in the fact that it was my dad now sliding another inch of his tool into me made it all just that much better.

  “Yeah, boy. Take it. Take your daddy’s cock in your ass!”

  “Oh God, dad! It feels so fucking good! More! I want more! I need it! God, yes! Tear my asshole up!”

  He shoved more inside of me. I looked down and was amazed to see that I had over half of his nearly 11 inch monster in me already. And he was still going for more. He hit a place inside that caused me immediate, sharp pain. I had no idea what it was, but it took my breath away.

  “Ugh! It hurts!”

  “Yeah, that’s your inner ring, son. I’m about to bust through it. Huff some more of that bottle. It’ll make it all feel better,” he said.

  I did his bidding, sniffing on that damn bottle until the pain disappeared to just a pressure. Suddenly, my dad got another inch or two into me. I felt something snap inside and was worried for a moment that he might have broken me. But no pain followed. However, a great deal of pleasure did. I cried out as though I was orgasming. But no semen shot out. No, what squirted out of me was more liquidy. Almost like piss, but thicker than normal urine. It blasted all over my belly, even getting as far up as my face. The volume that came out was amazing. The whole time I moaned, screamed and groaned, feeling like I was having one of the top ten cum shots of my life. I was confused, but my dad wasn’t.

  “Yeah, there you go, son. Shoot that stuff. God, what a gusher!” It took me a minute or so to recover enough to gasp,

  “Wh- what w- was th- that?”

  “That, son, was an ass orgasm. It means that what was going on inside of your ass felt so fucking good that your body reacted. You orgasmed. You didn’t cum, per se, but you still orgasmed,” he instructed me.

  “F- felt like I p- pissed.”

  “Well, you did. A little. It’s a mixture of urine and the normal ejaculatory fluids from things like your prostate and other glands. You do know that jizz doesn’t just come from your balls, right?”

  “Yeah, dad. I took sex ed. But they didn’t teach anything about anal orgasms.”

  “Would you really expect them to?” he asked.

  “No. I guess not.”

  “Well, there’s your one thing to learn for the day. I have high hopes that I might teach you a few more before the sun sets,” he said with a wicked smile.

  “So do I, dad.”

  One thing you need to know is that at no time did he remove himself from me or even back off a bit. No, he was still embedded deep in my hole during the whole conversation. I loved feeling the fullness his dick caused. My nerves were so sensitive to every stimulus that I could feel his cock throbbing in time with his heart beating as blood filled his prick.

  “Ready for more?” my dad asked in a smoky voice.

  “Yes,” I replied, trying to sound innocent, yet sexy. “Fuck me, dad. I need it. Please.”

  “Take a few more pops and then we’ll see what we can do,” he said with a smile, more loving than wicked this time.

  I did as told and after my third hit (before it took over and blew my mind away again), I asked,

  “You want some?” as I extended the bottle towards him.

  “Not yet,” he said. “I don’t want to tear you up. Not yet, anyway.”

  The fumes took hold as I sucked down one more sniff. Dad lifted my legs a bit more and leaned in towards me. I could feel more of his cock sliding in. Fuck! It felt so good. Every centimeter he bored into me set off new and amazing sensations. But I wanted more. I wanted it all. And I didn’t want to wait. I wanted it now.

  “Put it in me, dad. Put it all in me, dad! Do it! Do it!! DO IT!!!”

  I felt him back off a bit and my brain screamed in agony. Don’t pull back! Push it in! Then he did. Using all of the strength my massive symbol of manhood had, he shoved the last two or three inches all of the way into me. I screamed. It hurt so bad! It felt so good! It was such an incredibly agony and such an amazing pleasure. I felt his balls slap against my ass, making a loud smack. His pubic hairs tickled the area around my wide stretched hole. Just a few minutes ago, I thought this impossible. Now, not only was it possible, it was also pleasurable.

  Almost immediately I had another one of those anal orgasms. My hose squirted out liquid as though my body was on fire and it was trying to put it out. My dad grabbed it and pointed it up at himself. He hunched down a bit until the stream was shooting straight into his mouth. He got a few sips before pointing it at me. I took the hint an opened up, I was able to get a few drops in before it dribbled and ended. That was alright. I was certain that I’d have more chances to get a good drink from myself. Probably very soon.<
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  I felt my dad back off a bit before sliding in once more. He started slowly, but soon built himself up to a good rhythm. I couldn’t believe it. My dad was fucking me. I was getting fucked by my dad. I was taking that giant dick of his all of the way inside of me and I was fucking loving it.

  My dad pushed back on my legs and leaned towards me. He put my knees on his shoulders and started to really lay into me. The new position somehow allowed him to get even deeper into my bowels. Once more, sparks went off and I began squirting. Since my cock was aimed directly at my face, I got a good splattering of it. Because it was flopping back and forth in time with my dad’s hard thrusts, he did, too. He didn’t try to drink it this time. If anything, the fact that I was doing it barely seemed to register in him, other than the fact he said,

  “Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it son?”

  I was forced to agree.

  “Yess, dad! It feelss sso fucking good!” I hissed. Fuck me, dad! Fuck me harder!”

  And he did. He was now slamming into me hard and fast, his balls hitting my tailbone with each thrust with such force that it sounded like a horse was galloping close by.

  “Clip- clop,” our slapping bodies exclaimed, over and over again.

  “Sniff the bottle!” he ordered. “Take some good and deep ones.”

  I did. Four inhales later, he wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled it towards him. He bent his head low and pressed the bottle to each of his nostrils. I could see them flare as my vision went a bit fuzzy. He let go of my hand and I put the cap back on- just in the nick of time.