Dwayne Wade had Taken his son, Zaire, to All-Star weekend. Kinda like a "guy's Weekend". During the trip, he had noticed that Zaire had been staring at him a lot. When he would ask his son what was wrong, Zaire would make something up. One night, after Dwayne had come out of the shower, just wearing a towel, he noticed that Zaire was staring at him. "What?" He asked. "Nothing, dad." Zaire said, trying to focus on his iPad. Dwayne decided to sit down on the couch and watch a little TV before he got dressed. A minute, he caught his son staring at him again. "Zaire, what is up?" He asked, insistently. "You've been staring at me all weekend." He got up and walked over to his son. "What is going on?"
Zaire took a big gulp. Then he slowly began. "You want the truth?" He asked. "Of course, I do, Zaire." Swayne said. "I think you're hot." Zaire said after a minute or two. "Hot? Me?" Dwayne said shocked. "I know, it sounds crazy and gross, doesn't it?" Zaire asked. Dwayne looked at his son, who was now looking at the ground. "Look at me." Dwayne said. Zaire still had his head down. "Boy, I said, look at me!"
Zaire looked his dad dead in his eye. "So, you like your old man, hunh?" Swayne asked. "Since when?" "Since I was 14...I think." Zaire said, his face getting hot from embarrassment. This really got Dwayne curious. "What is it that you like about me?" Dwayne asked. "Your voice." Zaire said. "My voice?" Dwayne asked, confused. "It's deep and commanding, I guess." Zaire said, smiling a little. "So, you like a nigga to command you, hunh?" Dwayne said. Zaire just chuckled nervously. Zaire just laughed nervously. "Alright, then. Kiss my feet."
Zaire looked at his dad in surprise. "Did you not hear me?" Dwayne asked. "Kiss my feet!" Zaire got down on his hands and knees and...kissed his dad's feet. "Stand up." Zaire got up. "How did that make you feel?" "That was hot!" Zaire said. "What else do you like about me?" Dwayne asked. "Your muscles." Zaire said. "My muscles?" Dwayne asked. The he thought for a moment. "You know what I think?" "What do you think?" Zaire asked. "I think you should worship these muscles." Dwayne dropped his towel on the floor!
Zaire stared at his dad, who was standing in front of him, totally naked. He started giggling like a school girl. He couldn't help it; he had always wanted to see his dad in the nude and, here he was, naked as the day he was born. Zaire continued to giggle. "Why are you giggling?" Dwayne asked. "Do I look that funny?" "No, dad. It's just that...I've always wanted to see you naked." Zaire said. "I just can't believe you're standing in front of me, butter ball naked!" "Well, here I am," Dwayne said, spun around slowly. "butter ball naked, just for you." Watching his dad spin around got Zaire's dick to stir. He couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. "Come here, Zaire." Dwayne did a double bicep pose while Zaire walked over to him. "Now, get your feel on."
Dwayne was surprised when his son started at his face. Zaire slowly moved his hands over his eyes, ears nose and mouth. "You like my face, hunh?" Dwayne asked. "I love this face." Zaire said with a smile. He caressed his dad's bearded face and smiled. "Can I kiss you?" "Can you kiss me?" Dwayne asked. "You'd better." Zaire leaned over and kissed his dad passionately on the lips. When they parted, Zaire had a goofy look on his face. "I take it, you liked the kiss?" "Like it, I loved it!" Zaire said excitedly. Dwayne leaned over and kissed his son again. Zaire giggled uncontrollably. "Yep, you loved it!" "That was the best kiss I've ever had!" Zaire exclaimed. "I'm glad you liked it." Dwayne said. "Now, can we get back to you feelin' me up?"
"Sure thing, dad." Zaire said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He got behind his dad and worked his way down from his dad's neck to his shoulders. When he got to his shoulders, he started massaging them roughly, using all his strength. "Oh my god! That feels so good, son." Dwayne said. "Wait...let me sit down for this." He got in a chair and sat down. Zaire continued to massage Dwayne's massive shoulders. "Oh, sweet baby Jesus! Yea, son, work all the kinks and knots out of my shoulders. Fuck!" Dwayne could feel his tight muscles loosening under his son's "magic" hands. Zaire moved his hands down, massaging his dad's pecs. When he touched them, Dwayne made them bounce. "Do that again." Zaire said. "Massage them again." Dwayne said, looking up at his son. Zaire massaged his dad's pecs and Dwayne made them bounce. Then Zaire kissed his dad on the neck. He nibbled on Dwayne's neck which caused him to moan softly. "Mmmm. That feels so good." Zaire's hands traveled up and down his dad's back, soothing his aching muscles. "Son, I'm gonna hire you to be my masseuse from now on. Damn, that feels wonderful!" Then Zaire went to his dad's legs...
"Hey, man, you missed a spot." Dwayne said. "Where?" Zaire asked, puzzled. Dwayne shook his butt, and said, "My ass. You missed my ass." "I thought you might be a little uncomfortable about that, so I..." Zaire said. "C'mon son. I just kissed you on the lips." Dwayne said. "I've never kissed a man on the lips. If that didn't make me uncomfortable, do you really think you touching my ass is gonna make me uncomfortable?"
"Good point." Zaire said after thinking about it for a moment or two. "So, get to massaging my ass." Dwayne said. "It desperately needs it." Zaire bent down and got a good look at his dad's ass. It was slightly hairy all over. He licked his lips as he began to massage Dwayne's muscular ass cheeks. "Damn, dad, you got a nice ass!" "Thanks, son. I really worked hard on this ass." Dwayne said. "I can tell." Zaire said. SMACK!
Zaire had just smacked his dad hard on his ass, causing Dwayne to whip his head around, looking dead at him. "Oops! Sorry." Zaire said. "I'm in deep shit, now." He thought to himself. "Do that again." Dwayne said, finally. "Say what?" Zaire said, shocked. "I said, do that again" Dwayne said. "Smack my ass again." SMACK! SMACK! Zaire smacked his dad's ass a little harder this time. He also gave it a little squeeze, each time, as well. "Oooh, shit, that feels hot!" Dwayne said. He looked at his son with hunger in his eyes. "You gotta come up out them clothes!"
Zaire slowly removed his shirt as Dwayne watched intently. When he saw his son's toned chest, Dwayne licked his lips. "You like what you see, so far?" Zaire asked. "Oh, most definitely!" Dwayne exclaimed as he patiently waited for Zaire to continue with this little strip tease. Next, Zaire unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. He sat down and was about to remove his shoes, so he could remove his pants when Dwayne stopped him. "I got this." Dwayne helped him take off his shoes and socks. Dwayne smiled broadly when he saw Zaire's big, slender size ten feet. He gently rubbed his son's feet. Zaire giggles a little bit. "Are you still ticklish on your feet?" Zaire shook his head. "Dad, would you suck my toes?" Zaire asked. "Suck your toes?" Dwayne asked. "You're into that?" Zaire shook his head vigorously. "Good, cause I'm into sucking toes. Give me them toes of yours."
Zaire let Dwayne grab his left foot. Then Dwayne opened his mouth and put Zaire's toes in his mouth. "Mmm." Zaire moaned as he felt his dad's wet tongue going in between and around each of his toes. "Oooh, shit!" Zaire's body trembled the more Dwayne sucked on his toes. "You like that?" Dwayne said. "UH hunh." Zaire said. Dwayne softly caressed his son's foot. "Man, your foot is so soft and smooth." Dwayne said. He grabbed the other foot and slowly sucked on each toe. As his dad sucked on his toes, Zaire began to slowly stroke his dick. "Fuck!" Zaire moaned. "I think it's time we took this into the bedroom." Dwayne said. He grabbed Zaire up into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. When he got to the bed, he gently laid him down. "What are you gonna do to me?" Zaire asked. "I'm gonna make love to you." Dwayne said as he kissed Zaire's lips. Then he began kissing his way down Zaire's body. "Mmmm." Zaire moaned, his body tingling with every sweet touch of his dad's lips on his skin. "SSHHIITT!" "You like that hunh?" Dwayne asked. "Uh hunh." Zaire said, his voice in a higher register than before. He had never been so turned on than he was right then. When Dwayne got to his dick, Zaire thought he would stop. "My dad's not gonna suck my dick." He thought to himself. "That's just not gonna happen!" So, imagine his surprise when Dwayne grabbed his dick gently and popped it in his mouth! "Holy shit!" was all Zaire could say at that moment. Holy shit!
Zaire's eyes were wide as he watched his dad suck his dick, something he never thought his dad would EVER do. So, he asked a simple question: How does it taste? "It tastes like...chocolate with a little peanut butter mixed in." Dwayne said, smiling at his son. Zaire chuckled a little. He had never had the taste of his dick described like that.
Meanwhile, Dwayne was sucking on Zaire's dick like it was the best popsicle he had ever sucked on. He was using his tongue to go up and down the shaft, getting his dick nice and wet. "Fuck!" Zaire moaned loudly. "Damn!" Every time Dwayne put his lips on Zaire dick, Zaire's body would tense up. "MMMMMM!" Zaire gently put his hand on his dad's head and began to, slowly, fuck his face. "Your mouth feels so good, dad." Dwayne slurped and sucked on Zaire's dick. "SHIT!" A minute or two later, Zaire's dick was rock hard. Dwayne smiled up at his son and said, "Now, let me see that ass!"
Zaire turned onto his stomach, letting his dad get a real good look at his ass. "I...I mean...What the...DAMN!" Dwayne stuttered. He reached out and caressed his son's firm, muscle booty. "This ass is ridiculous." He gave Zaire's ass a gentle squeeze. "This don't make no damn sense!" SMACK! SMACK! "Bounce that booty for me." Zaire bounced his butt up and down and side to side as Dwayne smacked him hard on the ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The more Dwayne smacked his ass, the hotter Zaire got. Zaire banged his fists on the bed and screamed, "FUCK ME!"
"I will, but first..." Dwayne said. Then he spread Zaire's ass cheeks apart and slid his finger up his son's hole. He wiggled his finger around the hole. "MMMMM!" Zaire moaned loudly. "You like that?" Dwayne asked. "MMMMMM!" Zaire moaned again. SMACK! "I asked you a question, young man." Dwayne said as he smacked Zaire's sweaty as cheek. "Do...you...like...that?" Zaire turned, looked at his father and his, "Yesss!" Then Dwayne put two more fingers up Zaire's ass, stretching his asshole exponentially. "OH D-DAMN!" Dwayne spread Zaire's ass cheeks again. This time, he stuck his tongue deep up Zaire's asshole. "FFFUUUCCCKKK!"
Zaire bit down on the pillow as his dad was tossing his salad like a damn pro! Dwayne's tongue was going in and out of Zaire's hole like a drill. Zaire started to lose his mind. He tried to push his dad's head away from his hole. Dwayne smacked his hand away. Zaire still tried to fight his dad off. "Enough of this." Dwayne said, finally. He grabbed some of the bed sheets and quickly fashioned a makeshift rope. "Give me them arms." He grabbed his son's arms and tied them behind his back. "Now, this ass is all mine!"
Dwayne smacked his son's ass cheeks hard. Then he roughly spread them apart and stuck his tongue deep up his hole. "AWWWW, FFFUUUCCCKKK!" Zaire moaned loudly. SMACK! "Hush!" Dwayne commanded. Then he stuck two fingers up Zaire's hole. Zaire's asshole closed tightly around his fingers. "I think you're ready for this dick." He grabbed one of the pillows and shoved it under Zaire's hips, raising Zaire's ass in the air. Then he slid his dick up in his hole. "OOOOOH!" Zaire moaned as the dick traveled deep inside him. "MMMMMMM!" Zaire's body trembled as Dwayne slid more and more of his dick up his ass until he was balls deep in his ass. "How does that dick feel son?" Dwayne asked. "Dick...feels...good!" Zaire said, his breathing becoming labored. Dwayne bent down to Zaire's ear and whispered, "I'm gonna fuck the cum out of you, and there's nothing you can do about it!"
Zaire's dick got hard instantly as his mind registered the threat. "Dad," Zaire thought to himself. "If you only knew how much I've wanted you to rape this ass!" He smiled as he felt his dad's dick plowing its way through his intestines. "MMMM, FUCK!" He cried out. Dwayne slammed his dick in and out of his son's hole. "How you like this dick, son?" He asked. "Is it ripping you apart?" "Yes!" Zaire moaned. "The dick is doin' major damage! Fuck!" Dwayne piston fucked Zaire's hole, putting a hurtin' on that ass. "Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me good!"
Dwayne pulled out of his son's asshole and roughly flipped him onto his back. Then he tied his son's feet to the headboard above him. He slid his dick back up inside his son's hole. He piston fucked his son's hole. "OOOOOH! MMMMMM! AHHHHHHHH! AWWWWWW!" Zaire moaned. His eyes bugged out every time his dad's dick slammed back up inside him. "FFFUUUCCCKKK!" "Let me play with these nipples while I fuck you." Dwayne said. He groped and pinched Zaire's tender nipples, eliciting loud moans from Zaire. Then Dwayne noticed Zaire's hard dick and stroked it briskly. "SSHHIITT!" Zaire cried out. "DDAAMMNN!"
Then, suddenly, it happened. Zaire's shot his load all over his sweaty chest without even touching it. Some of the cum hit his chin. Dwayne could feel his own cum churning in his ball sac. "FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM!" He growled. He pulled his dick out of Zaire's hole and stood over his son. "FFUUCCKK!" He sprayed his load all over his son's face. Then he got back down next to him. "That was hot!"
"You gonna let me loose?" Zaire asked his dad after he spilled his last bit of cum. "In a minute." Dwayne said. "But, first..." Then he tickled his son's feet with both his hands. "HAHAAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!" Zaire screamed with laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHAHA!" "Naw, man." Dwayne said. "I couldn't just leave these cute bare feet and not tickle them." "HAHAHAHAAHAHA! NOOO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHA!" Zaire laughed aloud. "Naw, man. I'm gonna tickle you till I get tired." Dwayne said. "And, I ain't tired." "HAHAAHAHAHAHA!" Zaire begged through fits of laughter. Dwayne ignored his son's pleas and continued to tickle his son's feet, on and off, throughout the night.
The End