RIDING DADDY'S ROLLER COASTER
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal, incest

My son Rex is 12 and he's completely my sex slut, so I took him to
Disneyland.

Oh, don't misinterpret. One didn't earn him the other. I mean, shit, I
would have taken him anyway. He didn't have to put out for it. But since we
were there, in a hotel by ourselves, what the fuck, right? Not like it was
a new event.

Well, the park part was, but not the sex part. Oh, no. Not by a long shot.

Rexxy and I have been close from the start. CLOSE from the start, if you
need me to (wink, wink) do the decoding for you on that
whack-you-with-a-two-by-four euphemism.

When did I first wrestle him? 3? 4? 5? Just funny stuff? Nothing intended?

But then, when did it get serious? 6? 7? 8?

When did I first put my hand on his butt?

First touch his crotch?

First lick his naked chest? 8? 9?

I don't even remember. It all blurs together.

They say there's a first time for everything, right?

Well, with Rexxy, there was.

First put my hands on his dick? I don't know. 9?

First cupped his ball sack?

First touched his bare buns

First jacked his dicklet. (That one I remember).

First put my finger in his hole. (Oh yeah, that one too).

First made him boygasm. (That one I'll never forget).

First kissed him with tongue. (Beautiful, sweet love song).

First fucked his face.

First spermed in his mouth.

And of course, the incredible night I first put it in him.

That was two years ago. That one I remember. The rest is just a blur.

Me and Rexxy. 8? 9? 10? 11?

Who knows.

There's a first time for everything.

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So, this was our first trip to Disneyland.

He was pumped. He was ready.

His lame-ass mother, The Ex That Time Forgot, was nowhere near us, thank
the fucking stars. Her skanky ass was back home in Chicago, home base for
all of us, while Rex and I celebrated the end of the summer with a quick
flight to D-Land.

I drank vodka on the plane and he rubbed my cock when nobody was
looking. We always take a redeye when Rexxy and I fly together. Daylight,
you can't do so much. A dark plane with everybody sleeping. You'd be
surprised how fast your kid can give you a magnificently sufficient handjob
and lick the cum off his fingers while the flight attendants are otherwise
occupied. And if you can get him in a lavatory and get a quick piece of
cock up his ass when nobody's looking, all the merrier. Fuck that brag-talk
about the "mile high club." Who needs to name it something? You just want
to cum in him. That's plenty reward enough.

And the park was fantastic. He loved all the rides. Space Mountain just
about made his dick hard. I should know because, well, most of the way down
Space Mountain, I had my hand on his dick. It was hard. Again, not rocket
science.

In the Haunted Mansion, I pressed up against him so tightly when the walls
started stretching, I'm sure he had my cockprint on him for the rest of the
night. I fingered him in the haunted graveyard. I stuck my tongue in his
mouth before we rose up to daylight again.

He rubbed back against me so hard in the Pirates of the Caribbean log boat,
I wanted to fuck him on the spot. I had to make due with sucking on the
back of his neck and hearing him moan softly while the cannon balls boomed.

The whole day was leading up to a red hot fuck right after the
fireworks. After Tinkerbell called it a night over the Sleeping Beauty's
Castle, and we made our way back to the hotel room, tired, sweaty, high on
adrenaline and each other, the fact that we were going to fuck was an
absoutle given. The whole fucking day had been foreplay.

Whenever we're together, Rexxy and me, we know we're gonna fuck. The WHOLE
day is foreplay. Any day.

The day's activity is just a precursor to the fuck that is coming, and we
both know it. We've known it since he was 10, when I first took his
ass. When he first discovered he liked it.

And he's 12 now, my Space Mountain, roller-coaster riding, big-balled brave
boy. And he likes to be sexy. And he likes to fuck daddy. And he likes to
play games.

And after a ten-second shower while I waited in bed for him, he was ready
to get tonight's round underway.

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"Aaarrrrghhh!" he shouted in his dinosaur voice, jumping on top of me,
growling and grabbing and giggling. His wet naked body, dripped across my
own, turning my soft cock into a hard cock in no time.

"Daddy, you got a big boner," he said in his sexy little baby growl.

"I sure do, T-Rex. Why don't you open up as wide as you can and give it a
little suck for me."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" he growled, and he was on it in a flash.

I moaned in spite of myself as the hot little lip-lock of his mouth made an
impossibly big "o" over the mushroom head of my more-than-adequate cock,
and the little minx had a seal around it, humming and gulping and gagging
and drooling like lights-out at boarding school.

I scooted that little fucker around lickity-split, ripped down his undies,
and that's exactly what I did. I got those buns up in the air, spread them
wide with my meat-thick thumbs and lickity split is exactly what he got. I
buried my face in that sweet little stink box, still ripe from a day's long
adventure in spite of the shower – nobody'll ever accuse Rexxy of
working too deep with a washcloth. My nose and tongue hit the greasy skid
of sweet spot, and I want to tell you, I just went to fucking town. Like a
taxi driver on tips and a crack pipe, I just went to fucking town.

Rex backed up hard and pushed that smoking boy snatch right up fast against
my lips and wiggled it around in there like he meant business. Meanwhile,
he gobbled my cock so hungrily, for a minute I thought he might bite a
chunk off and spit it on the floor. But not my T-Rex. He's a good boy. He
knows the drill.

And he knows how to get drilled, too. Lucky for me.

"I wouldn't mind sticking my cock in your pussy," I said to no one in
particular.  I mean, I said it to Rex, of course, but he probably didn't
hear me since I said it to his ass.

But hear me he did, because he came up for air, leaving my cock drooling
hard in a combo of boy spit and pre-cum. The dynamic duo.

"You wanna fuck me, Daddy?" he teased with his baby talk.

"Oh yeah," I grunted. "I wanna fuck you, Rexxy."

He grabbed the lube. He popped the cap. He leaned forward and licked my
mouth with his tongue.

I moaned. He grabbed my cock. He leaned down and whispered in my ear:

"Then fuck me hard."

I almost blew my load right then and there. Where in the name of almighty
God did that kid learn to cock tease like that? I knew he was fucking his
friends. I knew he was taking my fat seven. But the language he
used. Fuck. It was like reading a story scripted on Nifty. Sometimes when
he talked dirty like that, almost out of my league, I felt like emailing
Josh Terrence and Kewl Dad for pointers.

But nope. No time.

My little slut boy was in red hot HEAT and there was no way he was waiting
in perpetuity for the dicking he needed.

"Beep, beep, beep," he said, lubing my cock and straddling my legs. God, I
was impressed when he took me like that. Didn't even hesitate. Just poised
that sweet little shithole right over the top of my manbone and got ready
to drop and give me twenty. Fucking brave little cunt boy.

"Beep, beep, beep," he giggled playfully. "Welcome to the
Rexxy-Coaster. Please hold onto your valuables and loose objects,
folks. It's gonna be a bumpy ride."

He grunted-down and the first two inches of my fat fuck meat slid past his
double sphincters and he winced in spite of his smart-ass bravado.

"Whoof," he said.

"That'll make your eyes water, huh kiddo?"

"Oh yeah," he said. "That's an assful."

"Kiss me, baby."

He leaned forward and gave me his tongue. Still impaled on the first two
inches of my boy-stretcher, his tongue was hot and sweet.

"You taste like a churro," I whispered.

"You taste like my ass," he giggled.

He sat back up and got ready for more.

He popped out. I frowned.

He re-lubed. I winked.

He sat back down. I rejoiced.

"Welcome to Rexxy-Coaster," he repeated with finesse. "Pull down on your
safety harness, daddy, I'm gonna make your cock go in me now."

And with that, wham. He sat down on that fucker like hot buttered
popcorn. It went all-up inside him in one fell swoop.

And fuck if his eyes didn't water that time.

"Oh boy, oh boy," he said with a wince. "Too fast, too fast."

But he giggled when he said it, so I didn't feel sorry.

Instead I grabbed his hips and started the dance we knew so well. I pulled
him slow and I pulled him long. I bucked up into him with short, fast
stabs. The whole time, his head rolled back and he actually drooled. There
is no better feeling on God's green earth than to fuck your son right
straight up the ass while his eyes roll back in his head and he completely
loses the ability to hold his saliva in. If that's not nirvana, then draw
me a fucking picture.

And that's the kind of fuck I gave him.

"Riding Daddy's roller coaster, aren't you, baby?" I grunted as I fucked
him.

"Oh, Daddy," he whispered, suddenly quiet. Suddenly realizing I was fucking
the smart comebacks straight out of him.

"You like getting fucked, don't you, Rexxy?"

"Nnmph, nnmph," he grunted with my rhythm. No answer. No smart mouth. Just
riding the fuck and feeling too good to talk back.

"Pretty little FUCK boy," I grunted, giving him a hard one on the word
FUCK. "Gonna FILL YOUR ASS WITH CUM!" I pounded, making sure he felt the
caps lock.

"Nnn, daddy, nnn, good," he whimpered like a puppy.

"You want it harder?" I asked him, dirty-eyes and ready.

He nodded yes, like that really mattered. He could have sang yes, no, or
Ave Maria at that point. I was gonna fuck him harder no matter what he
wanted.

I grabbed the lube and squirted it in his flailing hand. Wrapped it around
his own stiff cock and deep fucked his boy cunt while he flogged himself
playing keep-up. A boy's gotta do his own reach-arounds in this family. I'm
a firm believer in self-sufficiency.

He jacked. I fucked. I don't know how long that roller coaster ride went on
before I shook like a mother-fucker and blasted a load of red-hot
babymakers right up the grip of his clenching turd tunnel.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he wailed, shaking and quaking and shooting a
dollop of sticky-clear boy jizz right into my chest hair. "FUUUUUUUCCCK,
DADDEEEEEEE!! FUUUUUCCKKKK!" That had to have sounded good next door. I
hope they had their TV turned up.

"FUCK your ass, FUCK your ass!" I chanted as I bred him. "FUCK your ass,
FUCK your ass! NNNNNGGGGHHHH!" And suck my shithole, that's all I had. I
shot up into him like my life depended on it, and he ground down so hard on
my spasming cock, I thought he'd break the fucker off.

"Fuck you are good, fuck you are good," I whispered and I panted.

"Daddy," he whimpered as he kissed me and licked me. "We had a GOOD roller
coaster, Daddy."

"Full and complete stop, baby," I grunted, jerking his hips down and giving
him one final thrust, the jizz still dripping out of my cock and oozing
down his boy crack. Rectum, anus, totally open and leaking.

"Nnngh," he grunted as I drove it home. "Ow. Ngggh!"

"Remain seated," I panted, exhausted, "until my cock has come to a full and
complete STOP."

And I gave him one more cock-thrust on "STOP" for good measure.

"Nnngh," he grunted. "Mmmm." And collapsed on top of me, a pile of sweat
and limbs and wet hair and slippery boy. Tongue lapping my neck, my lips,
my everywhere. Fuck, I loved him. I could fuck him forever. Fuck him until
we BOTH couldn't move.

He cuddled into me. Brought his hand up and stroked my chest hair. Tiny
lean fingers. Such a pretty big boy. Licked my mouth. Pried it open. Bit my
lower lip and sucked on my tongue.

I wrapped my arms around his pretty nude body and brought it close to my
chest, satisfied, spent and tucked in for the night.

"California Adventure tomorrow?" he yawned sleepily, resting his hand on my
sticky-slippery cock and giving it a night-night squeeze.

"Whatever you want, Rexxy. I do whatever you say, baby."

"I love you, Daddy," he tried to say, but he was already sleeping.

My finger found his dripping ass. I plugged it into him and we fell asleep
just like that. My own hot cum and my son's own hot rectum wrapping around
my finger like a gripping hot glove. Hot furnace. Hot boy love.

Nothing like it, this boy, this son, this happiest place on earth.

I woke up and fucked him two more times that night.

And that was only our first night in town.

I was gonna need an extra large orange juice and a whole lot of protein in
the morning. This kid could fuck.

And fuck if I didn't spring for the 7-day pass.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com