“Oh! I almost forgot.”
He practically leapt out of the bed and dashed for the bathroom. He returned with a handful of cotton balls. He opened the other bottle and dropped the balls inside. Then he dug and produced one of those brown bottles. He cracked the lid and poured the liquid over the cotton before sealing the lid. When I gave him a questioning look, he replied,
“Easier to control. Less chance of spillage.”
I gave him a shrug and a nod. He knew far more about this than I did. I figured I should just follow his lead. He set that bottle aside and lit up the joint. I watched as the tip glowed orange, still in disbelief about what I was seeing. I’d always pictured my dad as being rather straight- laced. Vanilla. Nothing wild in his life. But in the past few months, I’d learned a lot I didn’t know about him. He was gay. Well, okay, I knew that, but I didn’t know just how gay he was. He was into kink- fisting, light to moderate S&M, pee games... Okay, well, everyone has their turn on's, I figured. Weed smoker? That one just totally blew my mind. Wow. Just, wow.
He held his hand out to me to give me the joint. Anxiously, I took it and fumbled it around in my fingers until I found the right grip on the thing. I brought it up to my lips and inhaled. My mouth, my throat and my lungs were filled with thick, acrid smoke. I wanted to cough, but had seen enough movies to know that this was a major no- no. So I held it. My eyes started to water. My lungs burned. I let it out with a big exhale, gasping for air afterwards.
“Do it again,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow at him as if to ask, “Really?” He nodded. I repeated my last process and damn near coughed my lungs out this time.
“That wasn’t right, son. Try one more time. Inhale slower.”
I wiped the tears from my eyes as soon as I caught my breath. I wasn’t thrilled at the idea, but I did it again. This time… This time, it wasn’t so bad. I passed the joint back to my dad and by the time I got it again, I was starting to feel the effects of the drug. I soon found myself floating, very loose and relaxed. It was a wonderful sensation. Dad tamped out the joint a little more than halfway through after asking me how I felt. I told him I was feeling wonderful.
“Perfect,” he said. “Now lay down.”
I did and dad grabbed for the bowl of slime. I watched him coat his hands, leaving trails of what looked like snot behind. As he slid his first finger in, I could help but notice how slippery the stuff was and since he’d used hot water, it still felt nice and warm, which helped me relax some more. Another finger quickly followed and then a third. My anus involuntarily clenched. But dad was slow and methodical, massaging it until it released. He kept applying lubricant as though I was a rusted, frozen screw that he was trying to crack. He grabbed the medicine bottle with the cotton balls in it and placed it within arms- reach of me.
“You control that. Use it when you need it, but wait until I tell you to, okay? It’ll help, but only so much. If you start too soon, it’ll be ineffective by the time you really need it.”
I nodded. Then dad lubed up his other hand and got it involved. Surprisingly soon, he had two fingers from each hand in me and was using then to stretch me out. I could feel the barest touch of the cool, air conditioned air of the house reach inside of me. I squirmed as he worked more fingers in, twisting and turning them to ensure all of my sphincter was well stretched before he went for more. Four from one hand now. I wanted to hit the bottle, but was trying to follow his guidance. Three from one, two from the other. Still no sign of him telling me to pop. He was going for a third finger from the other hand, my pain increased down there. I started to squirm from it. He stopped what he was doing and grabbed one of his toys.
It was shaped like a large cone, narrow at the top, but gradually getting wider with circular ridges, allowing one to gauge the depth of it. The bottom of the thing was bigger than my hand and I highly doubted that I would take it that far. Dad lubricated it and slipped it in. I took over half of it in one push, impressing myself. Dad seemed happy with it, but I could see by the look on his face that he wanted more.
I felt him press against the bottom of it, forcing more in. I liked the way the flexible head wormed around inside of me. It hit all of the right pleasurable buttons and the stretching of my rectum helped. I could feel every ridge, acting like sexual speed bumps each time one got in. But eventually he hit a spot that my hole refused to accept.
“Ow!” I whispered before uncontrollably moving my hips around, trying to expel the cause of my pain.
“Go ahead, hit the bottle. Not too much. Just a little to help out,” my dad said.
“How much do I have in me?” I asked.
“Quite a bit. I’m impressed,” he replied.
I lifted my body up and from my view, I could see that I had a little over ¾’s of it in me. I reached down and felt the skin around my asshole pulled taunt.
“Wish I could see it,” I said.
Dad grabbed my hand and placed it on the base of the toy, instructing me to hold it in place before he ran to the bathroom to get his shaving mirror. But it didn’t matter what angle he held it at, I just couldn’t get a good view. I was a bit disappointed. Dad grabbed his cell phone and snapped a picture and although it was an amazing, pic, it just wasn’t the same. I guess I truly wanted to see it live, or something. Oh, well. Whatcha’ gonna’ do?
Once dad resumed control of the toy, I did as he suggested, taking two small puffs out of the bottle. As I slowly exhaled, dad pushed some more. I felt two more ridges slowly rumble into me, making me gasp. Dad stuck his pinkie between the toy and my hole and ran it around a bit. When he removed it, some more of the cone got in, but it caused me a bit of pain. I looked down at him and he nodded. Two more breaths from the bottle, these a bit deeper. More toy got in. I had no idea how much had been inserted in me, but from the fullness I felt, I was certain that it was quite a bit.
Dad would back off now and again, using his fingers to try and stretch me out before reinserting the cone. It was really starting to feel good to me. My body wanted to cum, but I forced myself to hold back, worried that if I did shoot my load, I would tighten up, like I usually did. It was an agonizing pleasure. Suddenly I felt a great deal of pressure from down below and couldn’t hold back. I cried out my pleasure and squirted out some of my piss cum. It shot all over the place, making me understand the point of so many towels. As I orgasmed, I felt more pressure down below- my dad was taking advantage of the momentary distraction my orgasm was giving me.
“Come on, son. Open up. Almost there. Almost… there. Come on! Open that asshole up. Got it! It’s in! It’s in!”
“Wh- what?” I gasped.
“You did it. You took it all. God, that’s so fucking hot!” he exclaimed. Once again, I wished I could see what was going on down there. Dad placed his knee at the bottom of the toy and leaned over me, kissing me deeply. “That is fucking amazing. I’m so proud of you.”
“Th- thanks,” was my reply.
One more kiss and then my dad slipped back down, giving my cock a quick suck on the way, making me squirm. I saw dad dip his hand in the bowl of lube again before he released the cone from the confines of my body. As soon as it was out, there was an even greater pressure on my backside- dad’s hand. He was going for it. No more playing around and stretching me. He was trying to push his entire massive paw into me, but just didn’t seem to want to go in. I actually felt my body shift upwards from the pressure he was applying.
“Hit the bottle,” he demanded. “Big breaths.”
I did as ordered and soon felt myself in the grip of the fumes, amplified by the weed in my system. It felt wonderful. Dad kept trying to pop his hand inside, but it just wasn’t working. He pulled back, quickly lubricated both hands and slid four fingers from each into me. I felt him spread his hands as far as he could, once more letting my hole breathe the crisp air. He pulled against my ring quite hard, the pain of which cut through the combined desensitizers coursing through my blood stream. I took a few more big p
uffs from the bottle. Dad released my ring and once more tried to force his hand inside. I took most of it, but just couldn’t get it all. Once more I wished I could see what was going one. Maybe if I could, I would know how much I’d taken and how much more I had to take.
“Come on, son! You’re so close. Just got to get that last thumb knuckle in there. Hit the bottle again. Good. Now relax. Relax.”
I tried. I really tried to relax, but it just wasn’t working. He growled in frustration.
“So fucking close!”
Then dad grabbed my arm at the wrist and pulled me forward. He bent my arm at a bit of a weird angle and splashed some lube on it. He then forced my considerably smaller hand into my own ass. It went in without an issue. I was amazed and turned on.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” dad asked.
“Oh, yeah,” I hissed. “Feels so fucking good!”
Dad grabbed me by my arm and slid my hand in and out. I felt a small pop in my sphincter with each insertion and they felt fucking amazing. The next thing I knew, I was squirting again. Since my body was in such an odd position, it all shot right into my face. I opened my mouth and collected as much as I could before dad grabbed my cock and slid it between his lips, drinking it down. I thought my head would explode from all of the incredible sensations I was feeling.
Dad pulled my hand out and tried his own again. I felt myself stretch further and just when it seemed like it was about to go in, dad’s radio went off. There was another fire. He was needed. I saw a defeated grimace roll across his face. There was nothing more that he wanted to do other than to get his hand in me. But he had a responsibility that he just could not ignore.
He groaned and pulled his hand back out. Then he dug in his box and produced an amazingly large butt plug. I thought for sure it would never fit, but I was incorrect. It popped in with only a little difficulty.
“Keep that in until I get back. I don’t care if you have to sleep in it. Just keep it in,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” I replied as I tried to sit up. I felt the thing shift inside of me, making me a bit uncomfortable and unsure if I could actually keep my promise.
Dad scrubbed his hands in the sink for quite a long time, trying to get all of that slimy lube off. Then he gave me a deep kiss and warm hug before heading out the door.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. No touching yourself, got it?”
“I got it. I love you, dad.”
“I love you, too, son.”
One more kiss and then he was gone. I have to admit, with the plug in me, making me feel all sorts of good things, it was quite tempting to play with myself, but I had promised not to. Oh, well. I decided to watch some of my father’s fisting videos, so I could have a better idea of how it all looked and after about two hours, I actually dozed off.
7
I awoke to a bit of noise from outside of the bedroom. To my surprise, daylight was streaming through the window. A quick glance at the clock told me that my dad had been gone over ten hours and I had slept a solid eight of those. More noise in the hallway. I started to get a bit worried. Had someone broken in, or something? I was about to call out when my dad swung the door open wide.
“Good! You’re awake. You can help me with some of this junk,” he said with a smile.
“Everything alright? I asked.
“Couldn’t be better. Fire’s out. No one injured. No one lost. And I did a bit of shopping on the way home,” as he spoke, he slid a gigantic 70 inch screen TV into the room.
I was confused, but got up to help, just as he had asked. There was a wall mount, a video camera, a tripod and a bag filled with wires, SD cards among other things.
“Dad, what is all of this?” I asked.
“Well, you complained about not being able to see. So I figured, I’d change that,” he replied with a big grin. It took me a second to get it. Once I did, my heart melted. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and said,
“Thank you so much. I love you, dad.”
“Love you, too, my boy. Now, I need you to help me get this all set up,” he said.
“Can I take the plug out first? It’s a little uncomfortable,” I asked. He thought about it for a few seconds before saying,
“No. Leave it in for now. Keep your hole open. We’ll take it out soon and then we can test out our new equipment.”
“Okay,” I said, a little defeated.
As we worked, the plug started to feel better. By the time we had the TV mounted on the wall, I hardly noticed its presence. It took us a little over an hour to get everything wired up, but when we were finished, we had a camera capable of projecting anything it was pointed at onto the screen. And we could also record our own videos, to boot. That thought made my cock throb more than once. I was soon going to be a porn star. I loved the thought of that.
We went and ate a light breakfast before jumping in the shower to wash the soot and smoke out of him while cleansing me of whatever was still stuck to my body from the previous night’s activities.
“Want to try it again?” my dad asked as we returned to the bedroom.
“Of course I do,” I said with a smile on my face. I knew, I just knew that with the plug already holding me open and being able to watch my first real fisting going on up on the screen, it was going to happen this time. For sure.
We started again with a fresh joint. I wondered how many he had hidden in that bottle. This time we smoked until it was all gone. I was in a better place than I was the day prior. It was like I could feel myself sinking through the bed. I laid back, enjoying the sensation. It was soon interrupted by a gentle tugging in my backside. I half opened my eyes to see my father trying to remove the plug. He lifted my legs and told me to bear down like I was some woman in labor. He even put his hand on my abdomen to help me push. The best part was, since he’d turned on the camera and TV, I could see the action live as it happened just over his left shoulder. On his right side, his other TV was displaying a nice twink/daddy fisting video. Nice. My eyesight was awash with dirty images.
Although it was slow going, I was soon able to push the large plug out. As soon as I did, I felt a breeze blow straight inside of my hole. I knew it was hanging wide open, but I had no control over it nor a desire to close it. My dad grabbed the camera and pointed it straight into my gaping asshole. It was all pink inside. It made me feel dirty to be videoed like this, but it was a good kind of dirty. The kind that made me hard.
The bowl of lube soon made a reappearance and dad coated his hands once more. This time he was able to slide four of them in with absolutely no resistance. I looked around for the bottle, but it was right within arm’s reach again. My dad thought of everything. I felt his thumb trying to make its way inside. Within moments, he was right where he’d been the evening prior, stuck at that last knuckle.
“Hit it,” he said.
I knew without question to what he was referring. I grabbed the bottle and took two deep sniffs. My brain began to spin and I felt myself getting hornier by the second.
“Do it, dad. Put it in me. Don’t stop until it’s in me.”
I pulled my legs back wider, hoping to stretch my bottom out just enough to make it happen. There was more pressure. Lots of pressure. I don’t know if it was because of my position or having more weed or even the fact that the plug had been in for so long, but it worked. The pressure built up until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. And then a bit of a snap. A widening of my hole and senses. And then an amazing fullness. He’d done it. My dad had slid his entire bear paw into my 18 year old asshole. Fuck it felt good.
“It’s in! Shit! It’s in!” my dad exclaimed. Like I needed him to tell me that. Trust me, I could feel that it was in. “Are you okay?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? It feels so good! I’m so full! I… I…”
And with that, I had another of the most amazing orgasms of my life. It was another anal one, but fuck, it felt good. It spat out of me like my cock was a geyser. It blasted out sever
al feet into the air and came crashing down on my body. Dad grabbed my dick by the base and wiggled it around, making sure it sprayed everywhere. It soaked his hair and dribbled down his face. It shot me square in my mouth and I drank it down, enjoying the bitter saltiness of it. As the flow began to ebb, dad pulled his hand out, instantly making me explode again. I couldn’t decide what felt better- his fist going in or coming out. Both had their wonderful merits. I guess dad wanted to help me decide, as he pushed it inside of me once more. I didn’t pop this time, but I still had a dribble of my fluids leaking out of me.
“Fuck, dad. Fist me. Fist my ass good,” I moaned as I tried to recover from my double orgasm.
He did as I asked. I loved feeling his hand squirming around inside of me. His knuckles massaged my prostate, rumbling across it wonderfully. I loved it when he pulled his fingers together and just let his fist bulge out inside of me, filling and stretching me more. I loved when he would pull it out and then slide his hand back in real quick, making my asshole pop each time. I loved it when he alternated hands, each one feeling amazingly different due to the placement of his thumbs, each feeling just as incredible. What can I say? I just loved it all.
Dad worked my hole for well over a full hour before we both began to tire. But before we finished, he went down on my still hard cock, covered with multitudes of drying piss cum. He sucked me hard, ensuring to stimulate every part of my P-Spot while his hand was in there. All too soon, I let loose with a torrent of actual creamy cum, which my dad greedily drank down.
He removed himself from me for the last time and sat back on his ankles, staring at my wrecked hole.
“Close up,” I mumbled.
He got off of the bed and gingerly grabbed the camera- his hands were still covered with that slippery stuff, after all. I watched the screen as my worn out asshole covered all of it.
“Push out,” my dad said.
I did as asked. I could see my hole bloom open like a flower and gape wide. He shot inside of me where my innards, once pale pink, were all now red and raw from overuse. I blossomed three times before I said I wanted him to fuck me.
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