Anaheim Alaska-39 Father/Son Delusions
Written by
Eugene Marvin
-aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com ___________________
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EAST ANAHEIM
33yr old Brock Masterson was lying on top of his wife (Gloria), thrusting his 8" cock into her cunt as she lay underneath groaning like a slut! Brock buried his head in her neck while he fucked, listening to her moan, all the while thinking of his SON and the last time he felt his ass on his cock {chp-33}, just before he ran away from home [living god knows where]...?
Brock was more concerned about him than he thought he'd be! At 17 he'd been practically living on his own, HIS parents far too preoccupied to notice OR care if he ate or not! He came home from prison believing his son a spoiled brat, still living at home with his mother, still being taken care of instead of being a MAN! He originally thought their lives would be easier if Chester wasn't living there anymore...!...but since the boy left, Brock felt an emptiness around the house that he hadn't expected! He wanted his BITCH back [after properly breaking him in]! Was Chet out there letting some other guy have what he just created...?...or was he selling his cunt on the street like a cheap whore to survive...? Either way that was HIS cunt, not Chet's to sell or give away! He had to FIND him and bring him back home...even if it meant DRAGGING him kicking and screaming! After all, he was his dad...he knew what was best for him!
"URRHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!" cried Gloria, having her second orgasm since Brock started fucking her 15mins ago! Brock could feel his wife's cunt tightening and squeezing around his plunging cock...and rammed into her to unload his morning wad!
"ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG...!!" he yelled, joining her in ecstasy as the 2 came together! Brock held his cock inside her until it finished unloading...then he pulled out and flopped over onto his back...!...lighting a cigarette to celebrate life!
Gloria leaned over and KISSED her husband's cheek before getting out of bed to shower and cook his breakfast [before her shift at the diner]! Brock took a couple of puffs before turning on the tv, watching the early morning news! He heard the shower crank up in the bathroom, just as his cell-phone started to ring! He held his lit cigarette between his lips and rolled over to fetch his phone from his pants pocket on the floor!
"Sup...?" he asked [without looking at the ID]!
It's Stuart...' said a voice over the phone! ...be at The Shipyard by 8am SHARP! Tell the guard you're name's "Augusta", then drive down to Pier-30! Your cargo's here!" said the voice before hanging up! Brock looked at the time: -4:30am [his wife had the morning shaft]! He fell back against the pillows, figuring he'd leave somewhere about 7am to get there on time! He felt his heart started to race, getting that old thrill when he was about to make money illegally! He couldn't wait to see what it was he'd be carrying...?
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CENTER OF TOWN
18yr old Chester Masterson was asleep on the sofa of his friend's apt., as 18yr old Harper Rally got ready for work, stepping out of the shower to head into his bedroom to get dressed!
Chet couldn't help hearing all the noises Harper made as he got ready for work, bustling about and knocking over shit in a mad-dash to make it to work on time [despite having a `special' understanding with his boss {chp-19)! Chet lay on his back, watching as Harper walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom without a towel, staring at his friend's naked body was Harper rushed to get ready!
Chet found himself thinking impure thoughts about one of his best friends [WHAT did his perverted dad DO to him]...? –he wondered! He quickly closed his eyes [pretending to still be sleep] when Harper walked out of his bedroom fully dressed!
"You woke, man...?" he asked, as he fumbled about in the kitchen!
Chet saw no reason to keep pretending...!
"Yeah...!" he answered, sitting up!
"I'm leaving you my KEY..." said Harper, pulling it off his car keys! "...make a copy and make SURE you're here tonight so I can get in! I'm not trying to freeze my ass off waiting for you outside!"
"Alright!" agreed Chet, as Harper tossed him the key!
"You going to school today...?" asked Harp curiously, as he started to put on his boots, coat, hat, and gloved!
"I dunno..." said Chet [sleeping only in his underwear under a blanket]! "...I doubt it!"
"Okay..." said Chet [ready for work]! "...CALL me if you're not going to be here when I get off!"
"Alright!" said Chet, as Harper opened the front door [letting a gush of cold air rush inside], before slamming it closed behind him!
Chet looked at the house key, wondering WHAT his next move would be...? He'd definitely have to go back home to collect some of his clothes and his forgotten cell phone! But he didn't want to run into his parents! HOW would he know whether or not they were home...? He was sill contemplating going to his parents' house...when Marcel (Harper's black roommate) stepped out of his own bedroom to use the bathroom!
"g'morning...!" muttered Marcel, walking across the apartment to the bathroom [on the other side], his morning erection poking out the front of his tight dark-blue boxer-briefs!
Chet couldn't help but STARE at it as he walked by [recalling how it felt in his mouth and ass], {chp-34]! "Where's Harp?" asked Marcel, leaving the bathroom door open as he peed awkwardly into the toilet!
"He left for work, already!" yelled Chester, still under the blanket [able to clearly hear Marcell's piss emptying into the toilet bowl], grateful to be able to hide his morning erection from sight under his blanket!
He heard the toilet flush!
"Cool!" responded Marcel, stepping back out of the bathroom [his morning erection still tenting the front of his draws]! "Feel like paying some of the RENT today...?" he asked, looking directly at Chet!
"I uh..." sounded the teenager, confused! "...I...don't have any money yet!" he reminded!
"I know..." said Marcel, "...Harper's letting you stay rent-free because you're a FRIEND of his..." explained the black guy (6'0", 175lbs w/a med-muscular build, brn-skn), "...I'M letting you stay as long as you continue giving me ASS...! So, you ready to make that payment...?"
"So long as Harp never finds out...!" agreed Chet [wanting to save face with his friends]!
"Your secret's safe with me, pussycat!" said Marcel, walking up to him standing directly in front of him as he continued to sit up on the sofa [his makeshift bed]!
Chester couldn't help staring at Marcel's tenting erection...as he tentatively reached up to peel the waistband down to reveal the hard-on underneath! Marcel's proud black cock sprung out 9 inches, bobbing in front of face as he gripped it in his head [feeling the searing heat from it practically scorch his fist]! His first attempt at cock sucking was horrible, with Marcel nearly kicking him out of the apt for being so lousy! But that was before establishing the guide-rules of the house: so long as he stayed there with them rent-free, he would be Marcel's fuck toy, paying his share of the rent sexually!
Chester knew if he was going to have to perform for Marcel, he would have to learn how to properly suck cock! He held the black dick in his hand...then leaned forward to lick the piss-slit head before polishing the fat crown between his lips! He was surprised at how fully the head filled his oral cavity, as he suckled it like a piece of hard candy!
"If this is REALLY your first time sucking cock...go slow..." advised Marcel [recalling the bad job Chet did that first night]! "...and watch your teeth!"
Chester took Marcel's warning to heart, as he made sure to keep his teeth clear of the cock while taking his time sucking the dick while taking more and more of it in his mouth! Marcel couldn't believe his LUCK, finding Chet cold and homeless on his doorstep that night was the luckiest thing to happen to him in months! And to THINK, he didn't want to let him in because he was trying to score some girl pussy [the girl birded on him after convincing him to let Harper's friend inside, leaving him with a hard-on and full balls after being interrupted]!
Marcel watched Harper's friend oval his lips around his cockhead and suction his prick into his mouth! While Chet may not had been a cocksucker the night he first walked into their apartment, he certainly was turning himself into one now, as he inched his mouth further down the brown shaft, filling his mouth with hard dick until he felt himself starting to gag! Marcel smirked as Chet pulled back to the head, suckling it like a baby would its bottle, keeping it in his mouth as if getting more comfortable with it!
"Yeah...suck it..." encouraged Marcel, running his fingers through Chet's short blonde hair, causing the 18yr old to glance up at him with his green eyes! "...take it deeper..." he persuades, as Chester closed his eyes and attempted to go deeper...!...taking even more cock into his mouth, feeling the head resting in the back of his tongue, making him GAG!
Marcel watched him retreat in defeat! "You're gonna have to do BETTER than that if you're gonna live here for FREE!" insisted Marcel, suggesting maybe he go FIND someone to teach him how to suck cock better and deep throat! Chester couldn't help but feel like a loser as he sat back on the sofa, staring at the spit-wet cock in front of him [wet with his own spit]!
"Come on..." said Marcel, turning to walk away, heading back to his bedroom! "...let's finish this up in MY room!"
Chet threw back the covers and got up to follow, looking down to find his own hard-on tenting out the front of his own underwear! He tried rearranging his stiff cock so it didn't stick out so prominently [embarrassing], then followed Marcel into the bedroom, finding Marcel already lying atop the covers [hands behind his head] waiting!
"Take off the stupid boxers!" he instructed, making Chet strip naked [hands covering his erection], awkwardly! "You don't have to HIDE it, man..." said Marcel, "...I don't care if you get excited or not! Climb up onto the bed...!" he demanded, reaching for the lubricant on his nightstand! Chester climbed onto the bed, watching Marcel poured lube onto his stiff standing black cock before massaging it in with his stroking fist! "Straddle me!" he ordered, as Chet climbed up overtop him! "Sit on my dick!" he directed, as Chet tried to align his ass with the upright cock [missing it several times]! Marcel grabbed Chet's waist and guided him in for the landing, aligning his dickhead against the hole and directing Chet to push back on it!
"urrhhh..." groaned Chester, feeling the head dig into his asshole! "...URRHHH..." he grunted, feeling the lube-slick head prying his anal ring open! "...URRHHHGG...!!" he wailed in pain as the cockhead penetrated his rectal ring before sinking inside!
"URRHHHHHHHGG...!!" he sounded as he sat down on it completely, feeling the whole thing suddenly wedged into his rectum [like a metal pole]!
"Ride me!" ordered Marcel [unsympathetically], watching as Chet started to lift and lower himself up and down on his dick [having lost his erection during the penetration]!
Marcel watched the pained expression on Chet's face as he started to ride him, realizing he was no expert! Chet barely moved, lifting only an inch or so at a time! Marcel gripped his waist and started making him ride higher and faster, fucking himself on his dick!
"URRHHH...URRHHH...URRHHH..." he grunted and groaned as he got fucked, feeling as if a thick knife was cutting through his bowels!
Marcel kept guiding him up and down, making sure his asshole sucked the length of his dick, pulling off about 5 or 6 inches before slamming back down on it hard [like a bitch should]! Chet's face twisted painfully! He even reached back behind himself, pulling his ass cheeks apart to try to stretch his own hole wider to make it hurt less!
Marcel held onto Chet's waist with both hands, placing the soles of his feet against the mattress so he could start thrusting up into him simultaneously [bending his legs at the knees]! Chet's groans heightened as the dick started to stab into him harder, driving in deeper, causing his pain level to elevate! Marcel realized he liked hearing Chet grunting in pain from his dick, and started fucking even harder, making him wail in temporary agony before Chet finally managed to wrestle himself out of his grip and climb off his thrusting cock!
"Not so HARD, man..." he complained [his asshole throbbing]! "...I'm still NEW at this!"
"Yeah, whatever..." agreed Marcel, changing positions as he pulled Chet into doggy-style and got in behind him...grabbing the lubricant to add more to the burning hole in front of him, then roughly jammed 2 fingers into the mancunt to loosen the sphincter muscles!
Chet cried out in pain [again] as the digits dug through him, working in and out before being pulled out completely and replaced by the head of Marcel's angry cock! Chet braced himself [automatically tightening his fuckhole] just before Marcel pushed back in!
"URRHHHGGG...!!" he cried out, feeling the same pain as before!
"Try to relax!" informed Marcel, burying his dick regardless, grabbing hold of Chet's waist to direct his body, grinding his hardwood bone-deep as Chet squirmed on the end of it!
"Fuck man...HOW...?!" asked Chester, as Marcel hunched his shoulders and started fucking!
Chet never felt more STUFFED before in his life! His anal muscles worked overtime [flexing and squeezing] trying to repel the alien invader from his body]! Marcel loved every minute of it, feeling the anal muscles grip his thrusting cock like a vice, sucking him off as he fucked through the boy-ass like pussy! He looked down and watched his brown cock sliding in and out of the reddening hole, the rectal muscles pulling at the shaft as he withdrew [as if trying to hold on for dear life], then fighting against him as he shoved back in [trying in vain to protect the rectum from being plundered and pillaged]!
Marcel was never an official `friend' of Chet's, and often wondered what Harper saw in him...? Now that he was able to get some USE out of the teen, Marcel knew he wouldn't mind having him around, giving him the ability to fuck him anytime he wanted [without having to schmooze the ladies]!
Chest wasn't exactly SURE how this was any different from getting raped by his dad at home...? Had he made a mistake coming here for sanctuary? Now that Marcel knew his biggest [darkest] secret, surely he wouldn't just let him walk away without constantly giving him ass whenever he wanted...?...holding it over his head as blackmail not to tell his friends!
Chet grimaced and grunted every time the black dick thrust forward into his body, feeling impaled again and again as it dug through him [like a drill], burying his head into the pillows to muffle his own screams of protests [so the neighbor's won't hear]! However, 10mins into the fuck Marcel noticed Chet's screams starting to lessen [as his body began to get used to the fucking]! He pulled Chet's hips back onto his dick harder, thrusting into him deeper, feeling the anus fighting less and less as the muscles got tired of losing the battle and began to give in! The hole was still tight, be he no longer had to fight the sphincters for right to the track, enabling him to fuck like he wanted!
"Yeah bitch, take this dick!" he ordered, as he began slamming Chet like a cheap whore! Chet's wails continued as he cried into the pillows! Marcel reached up and gripped a fistful of his hair and physically yanked his head up off the mattress so he could hear his cries clearly! Chet couldn't help feeling like a total bitch as he was bitch fucked like a dog, his ass pounded roughly with his head yanked back submissively!
"Take this dick, bitch..." growled Marcel, getting so turned on as he began pounding Chester with all the strength his body could muster! ...take it! You know you want it!"
"No..." gasped Chester, holding on to the last of his manhood [his dignity], as he refused to say he wanted this fucking! "...I don't...you're MAKING me do it!"
"You could have said `no'..." reminded Marcel, gripping the hair tighter, twisting Chet's head in the direction he desired! "...you could've walked out and retained your manhood..., but instead you decided to stay here, rent free, and give your asshole up as pussy! So you WANTED this! Because if he you didn't, you'd have walked out like the bitch did the other night!"
Chet groaned in despair, unable to protest against such a good argument! Indeed he could have walked out like he did his dad...!...retained some measure of manhood by standing up for himself! Instead he found himself back in Marcel's bed, getting his asshole fucked like cunt, about to be bred once again! He felt his cock stiffen underneath him at the thought of being BRED again, and felt repulsed! Surely he didn't like being put in a submissive position...?...treated and fucked like a common whore, left now knowing WHO his baby's daddy was...? SLAP! crashed Marcel's hand against his ass cheek, sending a STING to his sensors, awakening him from his daydream!
SLAP! crashed Marcel again [on the other cheek], leaving 2 bright red hand prints where it impacted! He roughly gripped the ass cheeks and pulled them apart, watching his dick saw through the middle, digging deeper, causing the hole to give in to his ruthless demands!
Marcel fucked Chester for another 15mins, banging bodies as Chet hung his head in shame, feeling his hard cock sway stiffly between his spread legs, waving to him from underneath!
Chet was just grateful Marcel didn't know he was hard yet! Marcel's hands stayed above ground, never venturing underneath to notice the hard-on making its appearance! Chester tried to wish it away, but it stood prominent [like a monument], refusing to go away until not needed anymore! Chester admitted to himself that the pain in his ass didn't feel as badly as it had in the beginning, making him believe he might just be able to live through his agreement and stay at Harper's place until he could find a paying job and contribute financially! Then he wouldn't have to give his ass up to the roommate anymore...!...or would he? Again, Chet wasn't sure Marcel wouldn't blackmail him into giving up ass indefinitely, bartering to keep his secret!
After nearly 25mins of continuous fucking, Marcel started to feel his morning load starting to rise up from his balls! He gripped Chet's waist tighter, pounding into him even rougher as he started slapping his pelvic bone into his backside like a brick wall! Chet groaned and grunted from the impacts, feeling them build to near punishing strokes!
"Arrhhhhh fuck..." groaned Marcel, feeling his orgasm finally hit as he rammed his dick back in 9 inches deep, holding it inside as he ground against the vulnerable ass in front of him, churning his throbbing rod around in Chet's sore gut! "...arrhhhh fuck I'm about to cum...!" he announced the obvious, as Chet's own cock strained underneath him! "...ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG...!!!" yelled Marcel, coming hard as the sperm suddenly RIPPED itself from his contracting balls, shooting directly into the cum cave his dick was buried in!
"Arrrhhh...Arrrhhhhhh...ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGG...!!!" cried Chet as well, his own cock firing off round after thick creamy round as his seed soaked into Marcel's sheets beneath him, causing his asshole to spasm, flex, and pulsate rapidly around Marcel's deeply embedded prick!
Marcel pushed Chet forward, collapsing on top of him in bed, keeping his cock buried in his mancunt as it continued dumping the last of his load into him!
"god...ohgod...urrhhh...urrhhh..urhh..." panted Chester [facedown], feeling Marcel's cock pumping strongly as the last of his seed soaked into him!
Marcel continued to grind into him until his dick started to soften and shrink, then he pulled out and rolled off onto his back, panting breathlessly as he recovered from the intense orgasm!
"Feel free to stay, if you want..." offered Marcel, pulling the covers back over his naked body as he began to drift back off to sleep [still having several hours before having to officially get up for work]! "...I might want some more ass before I go in!"
Chet laid beside Marcel until his heard him starting to snore in his sleep, thinking of what just happened, how he felt about it, and the idea of Marcel fucking him again later that morning...?
Chet climbed out of bed quietly, then pulled on his boxer-shorts before exiting the room [gently closing the door behind him]! He walked back into the living room to get some more rest himself, feeling the ACHE in his anus from the fucking, as well as a leakage [knowing it was Marcel's cum escaping pass his clenching sphincter muscles]!
Chet went to lay down on the sofa...when he suddenly remembered Harper's bed was empty! Bypassing the couch, he sent into Harper's room and laid down on his unmade bed, smelling Harper's scent all over the sheets and pillows! For some odd reason it comforted and excited him at once, as he wrapped himself in his friend's sheets and ignored the growing hard-on between his legs...!
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SOUTH
8AM: Brock Masterson drove the plain white [unmarked] 4-wheel box truck up to the main gate at The Anaheim Ship Yard, telling the guard his name was: `Augusta!' The guard looked at him oddly, then checked the scheduling sheet before opening the gate and waving him in! Brock drove thought the checkpoint and onto the shipyard without incident! Getting pass security had been his biggest concern, but Stuart must have had someone on his payroll to get him through with NO credentials at all!
He followed the signs to Pier-30, being directed by a grounds manager, pointing him towards a recently docked cargo ship! He was told where to park and wait! A few minutes later a large forklift carrying a huge pallet of cargo loaded onto the back of his truck, before someone handed him an order-sheet, telling him to "Move on!" Brock put the truck in gear, then headed around the dock back to the road leading him to the main gate! His fake order-sheet was checked by the same guard that checked him in, letting him pass un-detained as Brock headed for the interstate leading up to the north ridge and The Ski Lodge!
Brock pulled onto the interstate, putting the truck in a higher gear before merging in with ongoing traffic traveling through Anaheim County and across Alaska! Unsure exactly WHAT he was carrying...?...Brock kept his eyes out for cops, looking to see if he were being followed, tailed, or setup...? During the drive he heard his cell phone ring, and reached into his pocket to retrieve it!
"Brock here!" he barked, keeping one hand on the wheel! You have the cargo?' asked a voice [Brock wasn't familiar with]! "Yeah! Who this...?" he asked, checking his caller ID, seeing it was from a blocked number! Pull up behind The Lodge in the docking area! There will be someone there to unload the cargo! You will be paid for your services!' CLICK!
"Hello...?" called Brock, looking at his phone, realizing the signal was broken! He tossed his phone aside and grabbed the wheel with both hands, taking the exit to The North Ridge, heading another 2 miles or so up to The Lodge, pulling the truck into the back dock [as explained]..., finding 2 guys waiting for him to unload the truck with another forklift!
Brock climbed down out of the truck to smoke a cigarette and watch [hoping to see WHAT he was carrying]...?
"Hey..." he called to the 2 guys, as one unlocked the back of the truck and the other drove the forklift! Neither guy spoke back, both totally ignoring him as they went about their business [as if he weren't there]! "...was it one of YOU that I spoke to on the phone...?" he asked, as one man swung the doors open while the other pulled the lift in to retrieve the cargo! "Here's the invoice!" he said, trying to hand them the paperwork he was given at the ship-yard!
The man merely looked down at the paper and turned away, indicating that it was bogus! The forklift reached in and pulled out the pallet, then drove into The Lodge's storage area! The other man closed and locked the doors to the truck, then walked over to Brock and handed him an envelope before walking away [heading back into the storage area without once saying a word to him]! Brock took the thick white envelope and returned to the truck, tossing away he half smoked cigarette before climbing into the driver's seat! He ripped open the package and looked inside, finding a fistful of CASH [all in crisp $100 bills! A smile crept across his otherwise cruel face as he suddenly realized whatever was in that so called `cargo' [most likely drugs], was VERY valuable!
He stuffed the envelope in his coat pocket, then started up the truck and pulled out of the dock area, heading back home!
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EAST
Chet Masterson `borrowed' Marcel's car, then drove to his parents' house to see if anyone was home...?...looking retrieve some of his belongings! He parked in the driveway, then used his KEY to unlock the door and walked into what was [thankfully] and empty house!
He went to his bedroom and pulled a duffle-bag down from the top of the closet, then started stuffing some essentials [cell phone, charger, underwear, thermals, socks, clothes, hidden money, and his computer] inside! He was digging around [trying to make a clean getaway]...when his DAD pulled up outside in his truck! Noticing a strange car in his driveway, Brock pulled in behind it [blocking it in], then got out and headed into the house!
"Who's here...?" he called out in an intimidating voice, closing the door behind him! "Chester...that you boy?" he asked, curiously!
Chet didn't want to answer [having heard his dad enter], trying to stay quiet in his room! Brock walked in, catching him standing in a corner [frightened]! "What're you doing sneaking around in here...?" asked the father, curiously...noticing a BAG on the bed! "Who's CAR is that in the driveway...?"
"A friend!" answered Chet [frozen in place]!
Brock walked into the room..., peeking into the duffle-bag...!
"You planning on moving out...?" he asked, noticing his things packed!
"I'm staying at my friend's!" admitted Chet!
"He fucking you...?" asked Brock, suspiciously!
Chet hesitated [frozen by the question], (petrified by the answer)...!...causing his dad to suspect! "He IS, isn't he...?" asked the father [reading his son's fearful stare]!
"No one's fucking me...!" defended Chet [trying to sound appalled], (failing miserably)!
Brock knew better...!
"You're not bright enough to make it on your own..." he said [knowing his boy would be easily taken advantage of]! "...you don't have any survival skills! You'll DIE in weeks!"
"Gee, Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad..." sulked Chet, brushing by his father to finish packing his duffle-bag! "...but I was resourceful enough not to die in the cold the other day when you licked me out...!...and I'm resourceful enough to make it without you or mom constantly nagging me all the time!"
"I asked you a question, BOY...!" snarled Brock, gripping his son's arm ferociously!
Chet tried to yank his arm back, but couldn't [Brock had a firm grip on it], then found himself trying to shove his dad backwards...! Brock easily handled his son, twisting his arm behind his back before shoving his head down to the mattress of his bed! "Answer me, you lil' bitch!" growled Brock, holding Chet bent over the bed, wailing away in physical pain!
"Get OFF of me!" cried Chet, struggling! "Let go!" he fought, still unable to break his father's hold!
Brock held Chet pinned...his crotch pressed into the struggling boy's backside [holding him in place]! Brock couldn't help recalling how he'd done this to weaker guys in prison, held them down against their wills, fucking them regularly until they learned to love it! He could feel his dick getting hard as he started to ground into him!
It took Chet a moment to realize what was happening [too involved with trying to break free], when he noticed his father starting to hump into his buttock!
"You PERV!" he yelled [feeling his dad's hardening dick grinding into him from behind]! "Get off of me! Get off you freak!"
"Apple don't fall far from the tree, boy..." chuckled Brock, holding the back of his son's neck to hold his head and torso down against the mattress...while slipping his other hand down into the ass of his pants [to feel his asshole]! "Stop! Don't! Get the fuck off of me!" panicked Chet, feeling his dad's fingers slipping into his ass crack, the middle digit trying to pry into his hole!
Brock jammed his finger up his son's ass, twisting it around in the socket, feeling something WET inside! He pulled his fingers back out and sniffed them, finding the digit covered in sperm!
"WHO fucked you...?!" he demanded to know!
"Nobody!" answered Chet, defiantly!
"Liar!" yelled Brock, slapping Chet in the back of the head! "You have CUM in your asshole...which means somebody fucked you!" he stated, blatantly! "Was it whoever you're staying with...?" he speculated! "Was it one of your friends...? Are you selling your new cunt for room and board...? You might as well stayed home and sold it to me!"
Chet struggled some more, but his dad seemed to anticipate his every move with a counter attack! He pulled Chet up from the bed, then bitch-slapped him across the face before shoving him back down on the bed!
"You fucking slut..." snarled Brock [staring at his son with discontent], opening his pants! "...you think you're gonna give that cunt away after I created it and showed you what it was made for...?"
"k...ke...keep away from me, dad..." warned Chet, climbing back against the wall, completely frightened by his father as the ole man looked at him like a dog with a bone!
Brock shoved his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them at his feet, his 8" erection swaying between his legs as he reached out of grab his son! "NO! Stop!" yelled Chet, as Brock grabbed at his waist, yanking at his pants, pulling them down off his body!
"You wanna be a whore...?...I'll show you how!" screamed Brock, pulling the pants and underwear off at his ankles before wrestling his son into position! Chester had never felt more frightened of someone in his life! He fought his dad, but his dad was strong with adrenaline! Brock had bragged about fucking men in prison, so Chet knew his dad knew how to rape men!
Brock pushed his son's legs into the air, but when Chester wouldn't cooperate, he punched him downward into the stomach, making him comply! This made it easier to left his legs submissively! Brock then spit onto his fingers and reached down to smear it over his son's anus before pushing his cock into him!
"URRHHHHGG...!!" grunted Chet, feeling his dad's cock pierce, penetrate, than bore into him like a telephone pole as it stretched his anal ring to accommodate!
"ah, yeeaahhh...!" groaned Brock, smiling broadly [with his eyes closed], enjoying the feel of tight man-pussy wrapped around his cock!
He opened his eyes and looked down at his son [grinding into him]...!
"I always knew I'd fuck you eventually..." he said, as he tightened his grips on the backs of Chester's legs [holding him in missionary] as he began thrusting into him back and forth! "...every time I'd fuck a new guy, I'd hold him down and imagine it was YOU!" he grinned, as Chester stared back up at him in disbelief! "I thought of you everyday..., imagining what I'd do or say to seduce you and get you into my bed...? When I finally got paroled to come home...it was to see YOU, not your mother! I came home for YOU, son!" he confessed, just as he started to fuck his son full-fledged!
Chet couldn't believe this was happening to him again! He tried to avoid having any contact with his father, not wanting to repeat their LAST encounter...!...yet here he was again, getting physically/sexually abused, feeling his dad's big dick violating him anally, stealing away his manhood, trying to turn him from a man to a woman! Chester watched in disbelief as his dad [a convicted felon] held him down and started fucking him! What's worse is, he'd been imagining and thinking about it for the past 10 years, which means he'd been wanting to fuck him since he was 7 or 8!
Chester couldn't help staring at his father, watching him closely as he fucked him from above! He wondered just how many men his dad fucked in his name...?...how many men suffered on the end of his cock while he pretended they were his son...? He looked down and watched his father's cock sliding in and out of him, having a great view every time Brock pulled back [showing the base of his stiff cock] before slamming back into him [burying it bone-deep]!
Chester watched his father's cock sliding through him for a moment...then glanced back up at his dad as Brock stared down at him lustfully!
"I've waited a long time to make you my bitch...!" said the father, leaning in to kiss his son! Chet turned his head at the last second [finding kissing far too faggoty]...but his dad simply slapped him across the face to comply...then gripped him by the jaws and held his face in place before leaning in again to kiss!
"umf...ummff...ummff...ummpphh..." he moaned into his father's mouth, feeling Brock force his tongue in deep, making him suckle it! Brock let go of the backs of Chet's legs and laid down against his son's torso [face to face] and continued kissing! Chester felt his dad's arms wrap around the back of his neck as they kissed deeper!
Brock humped into his son, fucking continuously with shorter deeper strokes! He was used to overpowering weaker men in prison! He wasn't the toughest inmate on the block [having gave his own ass up to tougher guys], but he knew how to intimidate younger, softer, or greener guys who weren't as street smart, tough, or advanced with the fists!
"You're such a hot bitch..." he groaned between kisses, feeling the slime of another man's sperm coating his slickened dick while he fucked! "...so fucking hot..." he muttered into Chet's mouth! "...so much sexier than your mother...!"
Chester didn't understand WHY his dad's words were effecting him like they were! The PAIN in his asshole started to diminish, becoming more durable as the fuck wore on! He found himself pulling his legs back further on his own, giving his dad's humping hips more room to maneuver as he began kissing him back, holding onto his dad's waist as they fucked!
Brock could feel his son giving in! He could feel the difference in his body language, as he became more relaxed and accepting of his situation! He could also feel some of the tension leaving his son's anus, as it became a little easier to fuck! Brock broke from kissing and lifted up into pushup-position, staring down at his son again, watching his facial expressions change from pain to pleasure as his body adjusted to the fucking [Chet now sporting a full erection of his own]...!
"That's my lil' girl..." he said proudly, staring down at his son [happily], thrusting into him fully as he pulled back with his hips for longer deeper strokes! "...taking daddy's cock like the slut you were meant to be!" he thrilled [as his cock got harder]!
Chester still hadn't replied to his dad's startling revelations, not knowing exactly HOW he felt about him yet! He was surprised to see his own cock was rock-hard during his dad's `confession', finding it weird since he still didn't consider himself gay in any way! He could feel his dad starting to fuck him harder, slamming his hips into him faster, banging his dick in deeper, digging a path straight through him!
Brock noticed his son's cock throbbing hard as he fucked, indicating that Chet was loving everything that happened to him! He wanted to give the boy a good fuck, to revel whoever the guy was who fucked him earlier! Brock wanted to be the only man fucking his son's cunt, just as he was the only man fucking his wife's! He steadied his balance by using his arms as stilts on either side of his son's prone body, slamming his hips into him harder and harder as Chet moaned and groaned and accepted his place on the bottom!
"You're gonna make your daddy cum soon, baby...!" groaned Brock, starting to lose control of his hips as his fuck-thrusts started to become more urgent!
Chester grabbed his cock automatically, looking to stroke it [wanting to cum when his daddy did]! But Brock pushed his hand away...! "Naw..." he said, keeping Chester from pleasuring himself! "...I'll take care of that when I'm done!" insisted the father, fucking ever harder as his hips started making loud SLAPPING noises against his son's backside!
"URRHHGGG...!! URRHHGGG...!! URRHHGGG...!! URRHHGGG...!!" cried Chet after every inward plunge of his father's cock, feeling his orgasm building in his balls!
Brock closed his eyes and started pounding madly, loving his son's new cunt, knowing he was the first man to ever seed it!
"Arrrhhh fuck, I'm gonna cum..." he gasped, losing all control as he suddenly rammed his cock balls-deep into his son's innards, holding himself inside as his cock thickened, throbbed, and strained...! "...Arrrhhhhhh fuuuucckkk..." he groaned, feeling the climax of his LIFE coming on strong!
Chet watched and waited with bated breath, staring up into his dad's face as Brock's jaw dropped and his face twisted in a horrible pained expression! "...Arrrhhhh...Arrrhhhhhhggg...ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG...!!!" he screamed like a street crime victim, the cum ripping from his churning balls like cement, bursting out of his flaring cock like a paint bullets, coating his son's entrails in thick hot white cream!
"ohmygod..." grasped Chester [his eyes bulging], as his dad's thick cock pulsated and throbbed wildly inside him, filling him with a million of his brothers and sisters!
He watched as his father grimaced and groaned in painful release, triggering his own orgasm just as his own cock started to pulsate and pump fresh cum out over his heaving chest and stomach...! "...ohgod...ARRHHHHHHHHHHHGGGG...!!" he cried out himself, catching his father's attention as Brock opened his eyes and looked down just in time to see the first rope of cum shooting out of his son's pulsing cock! Brock yanked his own throbbing rod out of his son's ass...then dove down on his cock, missing the second wad as it too shot out over Chet's stomach! Brock managed to swoop the spurting cock in his mouth and deep throat it just as it pumped its last 2 to 3 wads down the back of his throat! "ohmygod...ohmygod...ohmygod...!" muttered Chester, grabbing hold of his daddy's head, pushing him down further on his cock, seeding his esophagus!
Brock took the last few spurts, then slowly withdrew, pulling back up the hard shaft until he was suckling the head! He swallowed his son's sperm, then sucked the shaft for more! Chet bucked a few times before settling back in bed [totally exhausted]!
Brock pulled off his son's cock...then looked up at him and smiled [broadly]! "I guess from now on there's gonna be a few CHANGES around here...?" he suggested [planning to fuck his son regularly now]! Chester said nothing as his dad climbed off him, then stood up and stretched! "I'll TALK to your mother..." he continued [much to Chet's horror]! "...let HER know where things stand around here..." said the ex-con, treating his family like prison bitches! "...she'll understand...!...she knows I've grown attached to fucking men while in prison!"
Chet couldn't believe his ears, realizing that his dad was planning to make him and his mom SHARE him! As Brock exited his bedroom [staggering down the hall to fetch himself a smoke and a beer from the fridge]...Chet got up, got dressed, then finished stuffing his things into his duffle-bag before leaving...!
Brock heard the front door slam from the kitchen, as Chester got into Marcel's car and [unable to back up due to his father's truck blocking him in] DROVE across the snow covered lawn to freedom...!...watching his father in the rearview mirror as he drove out of sight...away from the insanity!
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