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 This is an original story written by Dirk Carlor, a very horny young adult.
It is fiction.  If you like this story and would like to chat with me, or
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   Get those dicks hard and wet, but don -(TM)t cum till the end. 
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There I was, face being pushed hard into the living room carpet by his big
strong hand, my ass in the air as my own father shoved his last few inches
deep into my recently untouched hole.  And that was my own voice, begging
for that last inch, telling him that if I didn't get every last inch and
the cum that made me that I - I just might die, dad!  PLEASE!

   Just earlier that day I had been a straight boy, with a girlfriend,
reviled by the idea of sex with a man; and the idea of my father being the
one to turn me into a cock-loving slut was unheard of.  Looking back on it,
Dad must have planned that day out long in advance, because the way he
executed his evil, wonderful plan was seamless.  It started when I got home
from my wrestling practice, around 4:00.

   When I got home, I was still wearing my red and yellow singlet.  I have
to admit, it looked got on me.  I've been wrestling for a few years, and
though I'm not as bulky as my dad, I have nice definition on my slender
body.  It was a public school, so the singletwas a little small and came
down below my nipples.  It also made my sizable bulge lookeven bigger than
it actually is.  And as my dad told me later, my ass looked so fuckable
that he was surprised he was able to wait for me to take a shower and come
down for dinner before he ripped my clothes off and stuck his raging, giant
hairy cock into my ass.

   But he was restrained, even though he watched me hungrily as I walked
past him in the living room.  He was on the couch in his usual post work,
relaxing outfit of shorts and a white ribbed wife-beater.  It used to
bother me, that outfit, but now it just makes me so horny that I can't get
enough of it.  In those shorts too, I could see up his big hairy thigh, so
thick and muscular, right up to the pouch of briefs that tucked his giant
nuts away.  I guess I must have secretly wanted dad back then, otherwise I
wouldn't have noticed something like that.  But dad is a beautiful man. 
He's a construction worker, so he stays nice and buff, big biceps and legs,
and beautiful broad pecs covered in light black fur that is so nice to
cling to as I gobble his dick down my ass.

   But I'm getting ahead of myself.  My dad just greeted me as normal that
day, though I'm sure he was staring down my beautiful buns as I worked my
way up the stairs to the bathroom outside my bedroom.  But when I got up
there, and stripped down, peeling off my red singlet, I found that the
water was not working in my shower.  Little did I know dad had tampered
with my pipes.  And soon I'd be tampering with his.  Now, back then it was
normal for me and dad to walk around in our underwear.  Though I tried not
to do it too often, I figured it would only be polite for me to ask if I
could use my dad'ss bathroom instead of my own, since it was broken.  So
stupidly I strutted downstairsin just my jock, my tight smooth ass wiggling
out the back, my massive package bundled up tight in the white cotton.  Dad
tells me now that he was reconsidering his cruel plan, until I sauntered
into the room with my ass wiggling and begging for it.  Then he knew he had
to go through with it.

   "Dad, my shower is busted.  Would it be alright if I use the one in your
room?"

   Dad gave me a vicious smile.  "Sure son.  Just don't mind if come in to
my room to get some stuff."

   And why would I mind?  Dad had seen me in my underwear plenty of times,
and I'd seen him in his.  What would it matter if he saw me naked?  We were
both straight men, right?  How could I have been so dumb?  And now I'm a
hopeless homo, addicted to the very cock that made me.  But in my last hour
as a certified straight boy, I had a great shower.

   After wrestling matches I was always so pumped up, I managed to get
myself off in the shower.  I shot the biggest load!  I stroked my dick just
using soap in the shower until my big white creamy teen load went all over
the glass door in thick gobs.  It was all I could do to stop from moaning
my brains out, knowing that if my dad heard he would probably think
something was up, and I didn't want to have to explain that to my own dad.
If only I knew what position I would be in soon -

   Dad surprisingly was able to resist checking in on me in the shower, so
I got out, all limp dicked and happy, but found when I got out there were
no towels in the bathroom at all.  That's strange, I thought, there were
towels in here before.  But I figured my head must have been spinning from
the massive load I just let out, so I'd have to venture out to dry off.  I
knew my dad might be in his room, so I slipped my jock on again, even
though I was soaking wet.  Within a few seconds my jock was almost
completely see through, so it's no wonder my dad took my ass that day.  He
could see theoutline of my thick, uncut soft dick as I stepped out into his
bedroom.

   When I stepped out into his room, water running down my smooth pecs and
abs, Dad himself in a state of mid dress.  He was putting on jeans, pulling
them up and buttoning them just below his hairy, tanned stomach.  He looked
at me with a wicked smile.

   "Oh hey son.  You're a little uh --wet --there."

   I thought for a moment that he looked at my crotch, but I knew there was
no way that could be.

   I smiled back, so naive.  "Yeah, all the towels are missing.  Do you
have any I could borrow?"

   My dad fished around in his drawers, and then pulled out a towel and
tossed it to me.  "

   Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

   He headed downstairs to put his plan into action, while I toweled off
and headed to my room.  When I got there, I opened my top drawer where I
usually keep my underwear only to find it barren.  Again I thought this was
strange.  I was sure I had some clean underwear, and my hamper was empty.
Maybe dad was doing laundry and decided to clean some for me?  In any
event, I couldn't exactly go free balling since my big cock was still
swollen from my session in the shower, so I called down to Dad to see if he
knew what was up.

   "Yeah --uh --I am doing laundry.  But if you look in my room you can
borrow a pair of my clean ones!"

   That sure brought a surprised look to my face.  Borrow my dad's
underwear?  Well, I guess if they were clean it wouldn't bother me, so I
headed back down the hall and into his room.  I opened Dad's drawer and
started sifting through his underwear, but could only find his old, ratty
white briefs.  As I was digging through I caught a glimpse of an enormous
dildo, and it made me blush.  Dad was a kinky man!  He must be using these
on mom?  I decided not to say anything, just leave that part of dad's life
private, but little did I know dad would be introducing me to that dildo
very soon.  I thought it was strange that Dad would forget about the dildo
in his drawer, but I just pushed that thought to the back of my head and
picked out the least ratty pair of briefs I could find.  They still had a
few holes around the ass and one in the front, but I slipped them on and
found they were almost a perfect fit.  The only part that wasn't perfect
was the pouch, where dad's cock and balls would sit.  It was all stretched
there, and I knew I was pretty well endowed.  Dad must be huge, I thought.
I would prove myself right in a few minutes.

   I slipped on my favorite pair of jeans and a white t-shirt and headed
down to the table.  Dad was already seated, and there was hot spaghetti
with Alfredo sauce on a plate at my seat.  Dad was already munching away,
so I sat down next to him and we started to eat.  We talked about the usual
stuff, school and work.  The meal was delicious, and I licked my plate
clean while dad watched with a big smile on his face.

   Eventually Dad asked, "Did you find some underwear that fit, son?"

   I blushed.  I didn't really want to discuss this with my dad, but he was
kind enough to lend me some underwear in a time of need, so I said, "Yeah,
sorta."

   "Sorta?"

   "Yeah, they fit well enough."

   Dad paused, and it looked like he was working up the courage to speak,
like he was about to ask a girl out on a date or something.  He was about
to put his plan into action.

   "Let me see how they fit."

   I looked at dad strangely.  Was he really asking what I thought?

   "You mean the briefs?" I said, coughing up some of the Alfredo sauce .

   "Yeah, I wanna see which ones you chose and uh --how they fit on you. 
Just curious if we're starting to get to be the same size.  Maybe we can
start sharing clothes more often."

   "I don't know --they're pretty tight."

   "Oh come on, I could basically see your junk through your wet jock
before.  I'm your dad, I've seen you naked plenty of times.  I just wanna
see the briefs, so go ahead and show 'em off."

   "Well," I hesitated, my hands on my jeans.  I do like showing off for
guys.  There are a couple of queers in my gym class who would watch me
undress and shower every day, and even though I'm not gay I do like showing
off for them.

   Sometimes I even get my dick hard and stroke it a little.  But that
doesn't mean I'm gay.  Would it be OK to show off, if the person I'm
showing off to is my own father?  The thought disgusted me,and weireded me
out, but something deep down in me that I didn -(TM)t know about, that my
dad was about to bring out to me in a horrific and wonderful way, made me
unbutton my jeans, drop them to the floor and plop back down in my chair
with nothing on but his briefs and a t-shirt.

   Dad stood up and walked over to inspect.  He yanked my chair out from
the table and in one move kicked my feet apart, so that I was sitting away
from the table wide legged and fully on display.  So maybe dad liked to
show off his strength like I liked to show off my body?  It was a little
scary, but my dad was always a gruff man, so I didn't think much of it
until he dropped to his knees between my legs .

   "Let me get a good look here." I could feel my dad's hot breath on my
crotch, and it was making me uncomfortable.

   "Alright dad, I think you can see." I started to close my legs, but my
dad didn't move, and snapped his hands up to push my knees apart.  His
strength was scaring me now, and I was about to get up and yell when Dad
gave me a huge shock.  I looked down, and dad was poking his finger into a
hole in the briefs that was right near my nut sack.  Suddenly I felt dad
-(TM)s finger on my smooth balls, just lightly touching it, and he was
looking up at me from between my legs.

   "Looks like you picked an old pair of these," he said, as he pulled his
finger out and rose to his feet.  I start to stand up, but dad's hand shot
down and grabbed my nuts.

   "STAY SEATED!" he said as he got a mean and nasty look in his eyes.  But
I wasn't going anywhere with my nuts in a fist.  Suddenly dad reached
around behind me and I heard the latching of handcuffs around behind my
back.  I was there, in my dad's holed up briefs and a white t-shirt,
handcuffed in front of my father.  He looked so hungry and wild, like an
animal, that I almost couldn't recognize him.  His smile was so big; the
first stage of his plan had gone easily.

   "We're gonna play a little game son."

   "Dad!  What is this!  Let me go!" I was struggling against the
handcuffs, but it was useless.  My arms were pulled tight, and I could
barely move as my father removed his shirt.  I was always struck by dad's
physique.  He's in his late 40's, but his body is my cock spring just to
smell him.  But all I could think on that day was how weird it was,
especially when his hands moved to his pants to unbuckle them.

   END OF PART 1