Hey guys this is a first attempt here for my boy at writing here on Nifty. I enjoyed this and thought some of you might as well.
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit submission in a Daddy/boy relationship between adult males, including watersports, scat and other graphic scenes of sex. If this type of content offends you or you are under the legal age of your location do not read it. If such content is illegal where you live, please leave now and read no further. This story is the property of the author only. Please do not copy or reprint without permission from the author. If you wish to contact the author for comments, please do so at blover1@hotmail.com or my Daddy at MasterJaret@yahoo.com
DADDY AND HIS BOY JASON
Jason lay quietly under the rim chair, staring at his "Daddy's" naked ass less than a few inches from his face. He moved his hands over the round, hairy ass cheeks, slightly parting them in order to better view the single, pink eye between. Jason pressed his lips to the puckered hole, kissing it softly and devoutly.
"mmmmmm, thank you, Daddy" he almost purred. "You're welcome, my boy," replied Jason's Daddy.
Daddy was a balding, heavyset man. To describe him as hirsute didn't do him justice. He was covered in hair from his head to the toes on his size 12 EEE feet. His thick beard became a 5:00 shadow by 8:00 am. His broad chest, arms, back and big belly were carpeted in deep fur. And his bush framed his thick cock above two egg sized balls in a furry pouch. The Russian ancestors provided him with what many jokingly called his natural fur coat. At six foot and 270 lbs., he was a good sized man. As he sat upon the rim chair with his "boy" Jason beneath him, he reached into the ashtray for the freshly cut cigar, already prepared for him. He slid the rolled tube of tobacco leaves between his teeth and lips and reached for an old fashioned stick match lying on the desk top tray. He raked his thumb nail across the top, and a spark burst into a flame. He held it under his cigar, drawing to bring it to light. Shaking out the match, he tossed it into the ashtray and settled back comfortably in the chair.
His boy, Jason, was smaller in build almost as hairy and though the same age, he looked younger. They had been together ten years, and in those years their relationship had deepened until they become almost one. Daddy loved and protected Jason. Jason lived to please His Daddy. Life was good.
Jason continued to kiss his Daddy's butt hole, knowing how much his Daddy was enjoying it. He slid his tongue across the puckered hole, tasting his Daddy and coating the fur that lined the sides with spit. Jason closed his eyes and inhaled. He could smell his Daddy. He flicked out his tongue, and flattening it, licked his Daddy's ass from the bottom to the top of his ass crack, much like licking an ice cream cone. Again and again he slid his tongue over and over his Daddy's ass, sometimes flattening his tongue, sometimes keeping it stiff, slowing at the opening and then continuing on. Jason loved his Daddy, and he loved being his Daddy's toilet boy.
He remembered the first time His Daddy fed him.
He had always loved to rim his Daddy. He enjoyed it, was good at it. He had literally spent hours under the rim chair licking his Daddy's shithole lovingly and gladly. He became lost it in, loving being his submissive boy to do this for him and knowing he was bringing his Daddy pleasure at the same time. He had often accompanied his Daddy into the bathroom and while Daddy sat on the toilet, Jason obediently sucked his Daddy's cock and drank his Daddy's piss, all the time sitting on the floor with a hard on. Then, one time his Daddy had motioned him to follow him into the bathroom; Jason did so obediently and willingly.
Jason had stood in the doorway and watched while his Daddy, already naked, sat down on the toilet.
"Come here, baby boy," cooed his Daddy as he curled his finger gesturing at him, directing him to enter the bathroom.
Jason walked a couple of steps into the room and then instinctively knelt down and crawled in the rest of the way until he was kneeling before his Daddy. He sat down, moving his legs around until he was straddling the bowl.
"That's a good boy," his Daddy praised him as he ran his hands through his short hair.
"Just sit there just like that, Jason," directed Daddy. "Now lean in and suck Daddy's cock while he takes a dump."
Jason scooted his butt closer towards the toilet and took his Daddy's cock into his mouth and began to suck on it, feeling the first drops of his Daddy's piss as it began to flow into Jason's mouth across his tongue and down his throat. He both tasted and smelled the piss as it flowed from his Daddy's fat cock. He gulped the first mouthful and drank, not spilling a drop nor ever breaking contact with his Daddy's cock. The taste was strong but not bitter. He drank until the flow finally subsided. Even after that, Jason continued to suck on his Daddy's cock.
Daddy placed his hands around Jason's head and held him in place, removed his cock from Jason's mouth and throat. He rose up slightly from the seat to give Jason a straight view of his hairy asshole.
"Here it comes, baby boy. Watch your Daddy take a shit." With that he pushed and a large, solid log of shit emerged from his Daddy's opening asshole and appeared before Jason's eyes. As it slowly dropped to the water below, Jason inhaled the smell. It smelled like Daddy. He watched as another log emerged from the hairy hole, slowly snaking its way down and dropping silently into the water, half across the log already floating there. Jason watched as his Daddy's hole opened and closed tightly, almost winking at him, pieces of shit clinging to the hairs and coating that eye a deep brown. Then his Daddy sat back down onto the toilet. Jason immediately went back to sucking his Daddy's cock.
Jason sat at on the floor, his legs wrapped around the toilet bowl while he sucked on his Daddy's cock. He flashed back over in his head what he had just witnessed: his Daddy taking a shit into the toilet. He could still smell his Daddy's farts and the shit floating in the toilet in front of him.
Daddy patted Jason on the head, "Good boy, good boy," he said over and over. Then Daddy stood up, looked down at Jason, winked at him, turned around and bent over the toilet bowl.
"Clean Daddy up, Jason."
Jason looked at the toilet roll and saw it was empty of paper. Then he realized what Daddy meant. He parted his Daddy's hairy ass cheeks and saw the brown coated pucker he had just witness birthing two massive logs of shit. Jason saw the shit matted into the hairs around the center brown ring. He looked at his Daddy's ass.
"Clean Daddy up, Jason. Slide that nice tongue of yours over Daddy's asshole and make him nice and clean. Do that for me Jason," urged Daddy.
Jason leaned in closer, stuck out his tongue and slid it across his Daddy's asshole. He tasted the shit, a strong, distinct taste. He flattened his tongue and licked across his Daddy's ass, sliding off the shit coating the puckered hole.
"Hmmmmm, that feels so nice, baby," thanked Daddy. "You do that real nice."
Jason continued to slide his tongue across his Daddy's furry ass. He knew his tongue was coated with his Daddy's shit. He could taste it in his mouth, feel it on his tongue. He closed his eyes and swallowed. He immediately dove his tongue back into his Daddy's ass to keep from gagging. He swallowed again and slid his tongue up into his Daddy's shithole, licking the sides clean. He slid back out and then flicked his tongue along the hairs, lining his Daddy's hole. He sucked them in between his lips and into his mouth, removing all of his Daddy's shit. He licked his Daddy's ass again and again. Jason looked at his Daddy's butt. The hairs glistened as they were flattened against the skin, and the clean puckered eye stared at Jason in its rosy, pink hue. Jason smiled to himself.
"All clean, baby?" asked Daddy.
"Yes, Sir, Daddy," replied Jason.
"Very good boy, baby. Very good boy."
End Part 1
Jason lay under the rim chair, his Daddy's ass inches from his mouth. Jason could smell the aroma of his Daddy's freshly lit cigar. He continued to lick and tongue his Daddy's asshole, completely encasing it with his mouth and sucking on it, flicking his tongue over his Daddy's shithole opening, teasing it and trying to open it more and more.
When he thought about that early bathroom sex, Jason knew that was probably the beginning of his toilet training, though he hadn't realized it at the time. That act became a regular Saturday and Sunday morning routine after that. One Saturday morning, after their bathroom ritual, Daddy had brought Jason back into the playroom and had tied him down, spread-eagled, on his back. He placed a blindfold over Jason's eyes, so that Jason only had his other senses to make him aware of what his Daddy was doing.
Click! Brrrrzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Jason heard the unmistakable sound of barber clippers. He swallowed and tried not to tense. He had no idea what was to come next. He took a slow intake of breath and then felt the clippers across his chest, removing the chest hair as it passed. He felt the hair fall away as the clippers moved around his pecs, under and around his nipples. His Daddy squeezed Jason's right nipple tightly, holding it for a second, and another and another and then releasing it. Jason knew that was his Daddy's sign of affection and approval. The sheers moved down across Jason's stomach, down one line into his groin and up another line beside.
"It's like mowing a lawn," Jason almost smiled, thinking to himself.
He felt the sheers continue their path with one final move to Jason's arm pits. Jason knew the two, quick passes eliminated all the hair. Jason heard the clipper motor stop. He listened. He heard his Daddy place the clippers on the table. He heard his feet move away from the table and out of the playroom. Jason lay there, immobile.
Sometime later he heard and felt his Daddy entering the playroom and approaching the table. He heard Daddy set something onto the table and then felt him approach and stop beside the table where Jason lie stretched out, freshly barbered. He felt the cool, smoothness slide across his chest and nipples.
"Shaving cream," thought Jason. He knew what was to follow. He felt his Daddy slide his hand all over his body, from his neck to his balls, covering every inch in a layer of shaving cream. Jason felt the razor connect with his skin as his Daddy meticulously shaved every inch of Jason's chest, stomach, crotch and balls.
Jason listened closely as his Daddy moved around the room. His Daddy hadn't spoken a word since he had brought Jason to the playroom from the bathroom. He heard his Daddy move toward the end of the table. He felt movement around the strap, binding his right ankle in place. It loosened and then opened. He felt his Daddy undo the left ankle strap as well. Jason stayed in place. He continued to lie motionless as Daddy proceeded to undo both wrist restraints as well. When all the restraints had been released, Jason felt the body heat as his Daddy leaned down towards him. He could feel his Daddy's warm breath on his face and smell what he knew was his Daddy's scent. And then Jason felt his Daddy's lips press against his, his Daddy's tongue forcing Jason's lips open and entering. Jason responded to his Daddy's kiss with all the passion and devotion he felt in his heart and in his being. For a moment they were lost that in the intensity of their kiss. And then Jason felt his Daddy's lips brush his own one last moment, and then they were gone.
"Give me your hands, Jason," said Daddy. "Slide over to the edge of the table, swing your legs over the edge until you are sitting, son."
Jason did as his Daddy instructed until he was sitting on the edge of the table, his hands in the hands of his Daddy.
"Now stand up and walk with me. Just let me lead you," said Daddy as he led Jason across the room to a padded sawhorse. He stopped Jason at the edge of the horse. When told to lie forward, Jason would be stretched across the top of the sawhorse.
"Open your legs, son," ordered Daddy as he moved his own feet in between Jason's. Jason took two steps apart, widening his stance considerably. Daddy moved around in front of Jason. "Move forward two steps, son and stop when you feel the horse."
Jason stepped forward and immediately came into contact with what he knew was the sawhorse. Jason stopped. He stood awkwardly, his legs wrapped around the extending legs of the sawhorse as he knew his Daddy would want him.
"Good boy," praised Daddy.
"Thank you, Daddy," Jason almost sighed.
"Bend over the sawhorse, Jason, and stretch out."
Jason stretched out the length of the sawhorse, allowing his arms and hands to hand along the side. Jason felt each arm stretched down as Daddy attached each of the wrist cuffs. Jason listened while his Daddy moved about behind him. Then Jason felt the familiar cool, slickness being applied to his butt cheeks and asshole. Jason felt the razor slide along the left butt cheek. His Daddy made quick strokes and cleared any hair or fuzz that may have been present. He did the same to the right cheek. Jason felt as Daddy proceeded to slide the razor along the underside between Jason's asshole and ball sack. Daddy stopped and set the razor down on Jason's back. Jason listened as Daddy moved around to the front of the sawhorse and stopped in front of Jason's downturned head.
"Look up, son, and open your mouth," said Daddy.
Jason immediately raised his head in the direction of the voice and opened his mouth. He felt his Daddy's cock slide over his lips and into his mouth, resting halfway, flatly on Jason's tongue.
"Just relax a second, baby," smiled Daddy. And then Jason felt the first few trickles of his Daddy's piss. He opened his mouth and closed his throat, determined to pool the first blasts. Quickly the dribble turned to a strong, continuous stream. Jason felt his mouth quickly filling with his Daddy's piss. When he thought his cheeks would burst and he might actually spill some of his Daddy's piss...
"Go ahead, baby, swallow."
And Jason did just what his Daddy told him. He opened his throat and swallowed in one big gulp. The steady stream continued to flow across Jason's tongue and down his throat, filling his already full belly. As the flow decreased, Jason sucked devotedly on his Daddy's cock.
He felt his Daddy's hand on his head. "Thank you, baby boy."
Then Jason felt his Daddy unhook each wrist restraint. "I want you to hold open your ass, son," instructed Daddy as he moved back around behind Jason. "Hold it open as wide as you can so I can finish this up properly."
Jason reached around and grasped each of his butt cheeks in his hands. He pulled them apart and pushed his ass out towards his Daddy. He held his cheeks apart as he felt his Daddy slide the razor around and across Jason's rosebud hole. Jason shaved his asshole and balls for his Daddy everyday.
"You do a very good job here, son," praised Daddy as he finished with the razor. "Wasn't really anything to clean up. But I sure had fun doing it anyway, didn't you?" He quipped to Jason as he brought his hand down hard across Jason's ass.
Jason jumped out of surprise but quickly pushed his ass back out to his Daddy. Daddy slapped it again and again and again and again. After several minutes of swats to Jason's butt, Daddy stopped his spankings and unfastened the ankle restraints. He pulled Jason upright.
"Reach out and steady yourself on the horse, boy," instructed Daddy. "I'm going to remove the blindfold now." And Daddy quickly removed the blindfold. Jason kept his eyes shut for a moment and then slowly opened them. He blinked as the room slowly came back into focus. And then he saw himself, or rather a hairless copy of himself. It took Jason a moment to realize that he was actually looking at himself in the mirror. Jason focused on his chest, his stomach. He looked down at his nude body.
"I haven't looked like this since I was 12," thought Jason. And then he looked up at his Daddy.
"Exactly." Said Daddy.
"Sir?" asked Jason
"You were thinking that you look like a boy again, weren't you?"
Jason's eyes widened. His Daddy never ceased to amaze him and his ability to sense and see things, almost read a person's thoughts; or at least he could Jason's.
"How did you know that, and yes, Daddy, that is what I was thinking," responded Jason.
"Because that is what I wanted you to look like, baby boy," replied Daddy. "Now, come with me." Jason reached for his Daddy's outstretched hand and taking it, followed his Daddy into the bedroom.
End Part 2
Jason continued to lick and tongue his Daddy's asshole, completely encasing it with his mouth and sucking on it, flicking his tongue over his Daddy's shithole opening, teasing it and trying to open it more and more. Lying under the rim chair, Jason watched the hairy, pink pucker wink at him. He pointed his tongue and shoved it towards that winking eye, sliding it up into his Daddy's shithole. He could taste the sweat and the funk from the day. Jason pushed his tongue in deeper and deeper, sucking on his Daddy's asslips at the same time. He moaned as his tongue felt the tip of a very large, hard piece of his Daddy's shit.
That first time had been very hot. It had captured him and made him belong to his Daddy in no other way. The second time was one of those rare times when they had joined friends for an evening out. Afterwards, they had come home, stripped, and gone out to their back deck to relax. The warm, late August night was filled with stars, and the full moon illuminated the trees and forest in the back of their property. Seclusion and privacy were complete. Jason walked to the deck wall, leaned across the frame and gazed into the yard. Daddy walked up behind Jason, and wrapping one big arm around his chest, he pulled Jason back into him. Daddy quietly nibbled on Jason's ear while his other hand reached down to Jason's butt and began to pull and twist the butt plug that Jason had worn all evening.
"Mmmmmmm. That feels so nice, Daddy, thank you," cooed Jason as he rubbed his butt against Daddy's hand. Daddy continued to nibble on Jason's ear and then whispered softly.
"You're going to be my good boy tonight, aren't you, Jason?"
"Yes, Daddy, always."
He pulled more on the butt plug and then pushed it back in. Jason ground his butt into the plug and sucked on the fingers Daddy moved into his mouth. Daddy withdrew his fingers, placed his hands on Jason's shoulders and turned him around to face him.
"Tonight will be new ground for you, baby boy. I want you to make me as proud as always." Daddy said, looking his boy in the eyes. "Understand? You do your best and do it for Daddy."
Jason looked into his Daddy's eyes. "Always, Daddy. You know that," he responded almost instinctively.
"Good boy," praised Daddy. He reached down and patted Jason's butt cheek. "Come on over here," said Daddy as they walked toward the center of the deck. "Now, lie down on your back, baby, and raise your legs up and hold them back for me."
Jason dropped down to his hand and knees, rolled over onto his back and then pulled up his legs and clasped his hands behind his knees, holding his legs up and his asshole open and accessible to his Daddy.
"Hmmmm, good boy, baby," said Daddy as he took the butt plug in his hand and began to push it into Jason deeper. First he pushed, and then he'd turn it first one way and then another. Jason held his legs up and apart for his Daddy. He could feel his Daddy work the plug deeper and deeper into him, opening him up more and more. Finally he felt his Daddy slide the plug all the way out of his ass hole. With almost a soft pop, Jason felt his ass twitch tightly once or twice, almost missing the feeling of the plug. Jason watched his Daddy looking down at the plug and Jason's distended ass lips.
"Very nice, son. Now, I want you to take a big hit of poppers and then get right back into this same position. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," replied Jason. He reached for the small, brown bottle on the table to his right. He unscrewed the lid and held the small vial to his nose. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the strong aroma being unleashed. He moved the bottle to the other nostril and repeated the action. As he covered the bottle and screwed back on the cap, Jason could feel the blood rush through his body, his cock and balls stir, his senses suddenly more alert. He could feel his asshole open and relax. He looked up at his Daddy and he reclapsed his hands behind his knees, again exposing his hole.
"Open your mouth, baby," instructed Daddy. Jason opened his mouth. As he did, he saw his Daddy bring up from below the plug that had Jason had worn. It was caked with hard pieces of his shit. Jason watched as his Daddy brought the plug closer and closer to Jason's mouth. For an instant, everything froze. Jason looked into his Daddy's eyes, suddenly very aware of what his Daddy wanted him to do. The thought overwhelmed him, excited him, revolted him. He held open his mouth as his Daddy slid the shit coated plug into his mouth. Daddy slid in closer to Jason and then touched the head of his engorged cock to Jason's asslips.
"Suck on that for me, baby, while Daddy fucks you. Will you clean that up for me, son?" Daddy looked into Jason's eyes, as he slid his cock into Jason's opening asshole.
Jason responded with his eyes and by shaking his head while he started to suck the shit from the plug. The taste was not what he expected. It was strong but he managed to concentrate on sliding his tongue over along the plug, stripping the shit from the sides and allowing it to slide down his throat. At the same time, he felt his Daddy's cock slide up into him, his Daddy's hairy ball sack slapping against the back of his ass. Daddy reached down and pulled on Jason's nipples. As he pulled out his cock to slide it back in, he alternated milking Jason's nipples. As Jason's Daddy began to piston fuck him, he sucked harder and harder on the plug in his mouth. All the while, he looked into his Daddy's eyes. Daddy moved his hand away from Jason's nipples and cupped Jason's balls, gripping and pulling them down, all the while fucking him, slamming his balls against Jason's back.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!" Daddy began to paddle Jason's pulled back ball sack with his other hand. He'd pull out his cock almost to the end, pull on Jason's balls, and then as he slammed his cock up into Jason' hole, his hand came up and down across Jason's pulled balls.
"You keep sucking that plug clean for me, boy," said Daddy as he delivered blow after blow to Jason's balls. Daddy slammed his cock into Jason deeper. "Mmmm...you feel good, baby; Daddy's close."
"Awwwweee," wailed Jason, as the intensity of the slapping to his balls intensified with the fucking of his ass. Over and over his Daddy slapped his balls, harder and harder, and all the time driving his cock in deeper and deeper.
"Pull your butt cheeks apart for Daddy, baby. I want to breed you." Jason reached down and pulled apart his butt, allowing his Daddy to slam in even deeper. Jason wrapped his legs around his Daddy's waist, riding him like the stallion he was. He sucked the plug deeper into his throat, running his tongue along the now cleaned surface. With each slap to his balls and thrust up his ass, Jason felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God" he screamed into the butt plug as stream after stream of hot cum erupted from his cock. As Jason spewed forth his white cream, Daddy grabbed Jason by the hips with both hands and slammed into him hard. Suddenly Daddy arched his back, stared into Jason's eyes and screamed, "Oh, baby, here comes Daddy." With that he shot load after load up into his son's ass. Jason tightened his sphincter, milking his Daddy's cock of every last drop of cum.
Daddy slowed his breathing and looked into Jason's eyes. For a moment they were locked in each other's gaze, each trying to catch his breath. Jason could feel his Daddy's cum inside of him. He smiled to himself in thankfulness.
Daddy looked at him and said, "Open your mouth, Jason."
Jason opened his mouth and watched while his Daddy slid the now clean butt plug from his mouth.
"Mmmmm, very good, son. You made Daddy very proud." He patted Jason on the head and then slowly withdrew his cock from Jason's ass.
Looking down at his cock and then at Jason he said, "I have something else for you to clean up now, baby boy. Are you ready to clean Daddy's cock? Chocolate coating outside with a nice creamy center for you, baby. Come here and open that mouth nice and wide for Daddy."
Jason lay under the rim chair, his Daddy's ass inches from his mouth. Jason could smell the aroma of his Daddy's freshly lit cigar waft across the air. He inhaled and then continued to lick and tongue his Daddy's asshole, first flattening his tongue and then pointing it and pushing into his Daddy's pucker. He flicked his tongue over his Daddy's shithole opening, teasing it and trying to open it more and more, feeling the tip of the log as it began to slowly slide down to the opening and Jason's tongue.
He licked at the ass lips, sucked them, French kissing them and sliding his tongue into his Daddy's shit chute as if it were his mouth. He sucked lovingly on his Daddy's engorged ass lips. His Daddy farted and as the gas escaped into the air a thick log slid out of Jason's Daddy's ass hole and into Jason's open mouth.
"Hmm...yea, that's nice, baby. Suck on Daddy's shit log like you were sucking Daddy's cock."
Jason slowly slid his mouth up and down the extended log hanging from his Daddy's open asshole. He twirled his tongue around it like he was sucking a cock. He sucked on it, sucked it into his mouth and throat and felt it slide down even more. He continued to suck on it, moving his mouth up and down his Daddy's tube of shit.
"Hmmmm, oh, yea, Jason, that's son nice, son. Suck Daddy's shit into your throat. Take it as deep as you can. Here it comes, baby," sighed Daddy as he pushed more of the massive log out of his ass into Jason's open mouth.
Jason continued to suck on the log as it slowly began to slide down his throat. He fought the urge to gag and tried to release his gag reflex, allowing the solid "cock" of shit to slide into his throat. He continued to suck on the tube as Daddy pushed more and more out of his ass into Jason's waiting mouth. Jason involuntarily swallowed, and a sizeable chunk slid down his throat. Just as quickly, his mouth filled up with more of his Daddy's appendage, emerging from his asshole.
"Oh, good boy, Jason. Daddy is so proud of you," praised Daddy. "Clean me all up now," stated Daddy as the last hard log was cut off and stuck there, half in Jason's mouth and throat and half sticking up into the air. Jason tried to open his throat again to swallow, but gagged. He arched his head, and the top of the log in his mouth fell away.
"Come on, baby, clean Daddy up," demanded Daddy.
Jason grabbed the bottle of poppers beside the rim chair, unscrewed the cap and took a deep hit up both nostrils. As he felt the aroma take over his body, as he felt his blood pulse, he quickly swallowed the clump in his mouth and slid his tongue out against Daddy' pucker. He slid his tongue over and over; cleaning all remnants of his Daddy's shit.
"Thank you, Jason," praised Daddy as he reached down and rubbed his chest and belly. "You are such a good boy."
End Part 3