The Son-In-Law Part II
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I'm not, as a rule, a wimp. I've experienced torn ligaments and the surgery to correct them, broken bones, gall bladder surgery and various other sources of intense pain. My threshold is pretty high when it comes to hurting. But there has always been one pain that, for me, has been insurmountable. The intense pain I felt in my ass when I was trying to take a dick.
Now, I've heard everything from, "let him just ram it in and get it over with," to take it slow and easy but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take another man's dick up my ass. It felt as though someone were shoving one of those medieval war clubs with the sharp spikes on it up my poop shoot but only after having heated those spikes to a cherry red glow. No exaggeration implied or intended.
Back in the 80's I had a regular friend/ gym buddy who, like me, was a married working man. He was taller than me (about six four or so) and had a dick that would make some horses jealous. Many times during our after-the-workout sessions at my house, he expressed a desire to fuck me. We attempted, but it was too big and the above mentioned pain ran me from it. We settled for mostly oral.
I did, however, have another married friend whom I saw briefly during the same time period who was cute and had a rather average-sized man pole. When I told him of my desire to be fucked and the difficulty I was having taking my other friend's monster cock he suggested we try with his considerably smaller tool. I told him it might help if we started with him on his back and me sitting on his erection. That would put me in control of how fast and how much cock I could take.
This solution, though still quite painful and rather time consuming, worked well. Once I had sat down completely on his cock (the process having taken quite a bit of our time) we were able to switch positions and he fucked me royally. I can still recall that first time. He shot such a huge load in my ass that it was running out of my crack and down over my balls. I stayed where I was, lying on my stomach, for quite some time basking in the remarkable feeling.
I decided to try it with my other friend's huge, uncut cock. But while I was trying to sit down slowly upon it, he got overly excited and shoved himself at me. The excruciating pain caused me to jump off of him, dancing a little naked jig in my bedroom and howling while I waited for the pain to subside. Regrettably, I was never able to take the big guy's big gun.
Now fast forward to 2008. I had decided to take over a failing business in a town more than an hour from where we lived. At first, I stayed there during the week and went home on weekends to see my family. My daughter and her family were still living with us at the time but I only got to see them on the weekends. This was for the first seven months of 2006 after which, my family moved to a town much closer to my business so I was home every evening. During this time, however, my daughter and her family moved into a small place of their own nearer the town we had just left.
After two years of struggling and working long hours, I decided to declare the business a failure (this was about the time the economy collapsed) and we set our sights on moving back to the moderate-sized town from which we had come. My daughter approached me about that time asking if we would agree to move in with them into what was (for them) a larger house which they could not afford on their own. Of course, having no other options pending, we agreed.
Needless to say, my son-in-law was more than happy to have us live with them. Or, more correctly, he was more than happy to have ME move in with them. They moved into the house the first of May and we followed the first of June. Keep in mind that my son-in-law and I during this entire period of time were still hooking up every chance we could. I would spend as much time as I could sucking him and rubbing him over his entire body before finally taking his beautiful cock in my mouth and blowing him to completion.
Please allow me to take this opportunity to give those who may be interested a little insight into my son-in-law's personality. My son-in-law is a typical Mississippi redneck. He hunts, fishes, plays baseball in the summer time and watches football in the fall. He speaks fluent Southern but very little English. The title Mr. Macho would not be out of place for him. He HATES effeminate men, refuses to suck a dick, and will absolutely NOT allow himself to be fucked. In point of fact, he never even touched my dick until one afternoon while we were working on my car we had to drive into town to get a part to complete the repairs. I had worked all night and was very tired. As I was driving down the highway trying desperately not to fall asleep he told me to pull my dick out, which I did and he immediately took it in his hand and began jacking me off.
Needless to say, I was awake immediately. I have had men touch my cock and jack me off a few times in my life but I guess because it was HIM, my dick suddenly felt better than it had in a long time. Since then, he has not hesitated to touch me or jack me or play with my balls.
Now, you may be asking yourselves why I would want to spend time with a guy who at one time wouldn't even touch me. Some of you, of course, may already understand, but for those who don't I'll try and explain. I like dick. Dick is good. He has dick.
I did not then realize that something was happening to the both of us. Only recently has this awareness struck me. You see, what started out for me as a simple desire to suck dick and for him as just another way to get his rocks off has somehow taken on a new and different life of its own. The boy who only wanted to be sucked is now the man who will fondle my manhood. The guy who nervously ejaculated into my mouth in a bathroom one night and then left without a word, is now the man who is telling me his most intimate secrets and darkest desires. The young fellow who stipulated early on that there would be no kissing, is now the man with whom I can and do passionately lock lips with while our tongues dance playfully together. In short, we have developed a rather new and interesting relationship.
Now, we were once more living in the same house. It didn't take long for us to start planning our rendezvous or to begin scouting out opportunities to play. It was made a bit easier by the fact that the job I worked was overnight while my wife and daughter worked during the day and he had no job. My teenage son was either at school or at his grandfather's house (his grandmother had passed in May so he was a comfort to his grandfather during this time). So, whenever my son-in-law got horny (which was pretty much every day) he would come to my room and wake me for our usual blow and go.
As I mentioned before, however, things were changing between us. He had long expressed a desire to fuck me. Initially, for him, this was out of a heart of control and a lust for power, imagining the act of shoving his ample cock up another man's ass as a way of subjugating the guy. I think he would enjoy being a "Master" in one of those Master/Slave relationships. Unfortunately, I don't make the best submissive.
Yes, I do like to sit at another man's feet rubbing and kissing them to please us both; and, yes, I have come to LOVE having a dick in my ass. But there is far too much playful personality in me to be a very good slave. Anyway, I said, "initially."
The truth is, we were both moving into a relationship that was not what either of us expected. Now, he wanted in me for almost the same reasons I wanted him in me.
Likewise, I had developed an overwhelming desire to have him inside of me. He has what I consider to be the perfect ass-fucking dick. It's about 9 inches long and about two and a half or three inches in diameter. Long and narrow, so that it goes in easy but goes in deep.
Now, it's difficult enough to find the time for quick blow jobs or an occasional grope and feel, with all the women running around our house. So, when he and I found ourselves suddenly alone one afternoon we wasted no time getting down to business.
After the "girls" had left on their various errands, he and I headed to my bedroom. As usual, I started by rubbing my hands over his chest and then under his tee shirt, caressing his torso while simultaneously pulling off his shirt. The smell of sweat from his armpits was pleasantly overpowering. My cock responded accordingly.
He moaned softly when my lips at first brushed and then nipped at his small nipple. I kissed and licked my way to his axial crux, tasting his salty sweat while inhaling his masculine scent. While my mouth was thus occupied, my hands fumbled with the catches on his blue jeans.
"Suck me," he ordered, my hands still fumbling with the connectors and my mouth working away at his neck. "Suck that big dick."
My hands finally succeeded in undoing all the buttons on his 501's . I ran my hands around his waist, giving his pants just enough encouragement to fall to the floor. My mouth was still working on his neck and upper body while my hands caressed his hard, firm ass cheeks which were still hidden by the boxer briefs he wore.
I licked and sucked my way down his chest and stomach, following his treasure trail to the dark fabric imprisoning the treasure. I kissed, licked, and nibbled his family jewels through the blackness incasing them. My hands travelled down his legs, softly rubbing the light covering of hair down to the tops of his boots.
I pushed him gently. Taking the hint, he flopped down on the bed, allowing me to remove first one boot, then the other. I slipped his pants off and began rubbing his socked feet. I brought them to my face, inhaling the erotic scent of warm, damp leather left behind by the boots I'd just removed.
While kissing and massaging his feet, I slowly removed each sock allowing me to kiss the naked flesh and take each toe into my mouth. I sucked each one making him feel as though he had suddenly grown ten more penises. The closing of his eyes and sharp intake of breath told me how much he was enjoying my ministrations.
I spent several long minutes paying close attention to his great toes before licking my way up his legs and thighs. Once I had reached his crotch, I slipped my fingers in the waistband and pulled on his boxer briefs, achieving my goal only after he raised his hips from the bed. Now, unencumbered, his semi-hard manhood flopped lazily across his right upper thigh while his large balls pulsed in his scrotum. Now that he was completely nude I was able to insinuate myself between his powerful legs.
My mouth engulfed his growing member, sucking the soft flesh to its magnificent hardness. I moved my mouth off of his baby maker, licking down its length to the hairy ball sack underneath. Inhaling the smell of the man, I used my teeth to gently nibble the soft skin protecting his man orbs. I sucked each ball in turn into my mouth, savoring their salty taste. Routing around in the area between his scrotum and his legs, I licked every part of his masculine crotch returning at length to the pleasure pole at its center.
Slowly, I swallowed his manhood. I could feel the bulbous head trying to block the passage to my throat. Purposely, I dragged my teeth along his shaft. He is the only man I've been with who enjoys feeling teeth on his cock. He likes to feel them scraping his flesh and biting his steely rod.
"I want to fuck you. I want to ram my dick up your ass." I knew this was coming. I`d done everything I could to prepare for it. I grabbed the small bottle of Olive Oil I had set beside the bed. I like olive oil because it doesn't dry as quickly as water-based lubricants and it isn't petroleum-based. Not to mention after coating it in olive oil I can eat his dick like a salad.
I oiled up my ass and then his shaft before moving into position. I planted a pillow under my midsection while grabbing another to squeeze and one to bite down on. He moved around behind me spreading my legs to gain access to my hole. He gave a quick rub to my balls then pulled my ass cheeks apart. I felt him slide his soft steel up and down my crack a couple of times then pressed firmly against my pucker.
I bore down on him, opening myself to him, preparing myself for the worst. He had told me once that his desire was to ram it in another man's ass causing as much pain as he could to his victim. I think it's a secret rebellion against his own father, because he told me he preferred fucking older men. He really gets off on bringing pain ESPECIALLY if that pain brings tears.
But with me, he was different. Gently he pushed forward pressing the soft, sensitive crown of his glory against my tight, mostly virginal asshole. "Let me know if it hurts too bad."
It was the thought of his gentleness that made me want to take him in despite the pain I began experiencing. Knowing him as I did, that he is filled with rage and that rage expresses itself in every area of his life especially sex, filled me with a strange kind of wonder. I knew he wanted to rip me apart, that for his own gratification he'd rather force himself inside of me inflicting as much pain and demoralization as he possibly could. I knew he'd like nothing more than to reduce me to tears, a whimpering mass of subservient flesh. And, yet, here he was being uncharacteristically gentle, taking his time, allowing me to accommodate him. I realized then that I am, perhaps, the only man he has ever really respected.
The pain started. His large, bulbous cock head was just piercing my flesh forcing my anus to open like the shutter on a camera. I took a deep breath and, against my own advice, tensed up my entire body while biting down on the pillow in front of me.
"You okay," he asked. Again, the uncharacteristic gentleness was evident. He was truly concerned.
"I'm okay," I gasped. "It hurts, but keep going."
"Tell me if you need me to quit."
"Not likely." I resumed biting the pillow, bearing down and trying to relax.
He pushed forward slowly. A galaxy of stars burst onto my vision as the pain went from a 5 on the ten scale to somewhere around 35. Red hot razors pierced my sphincter causing me to scream deep in my throat. He paused a moment then pushed again. Again, a super nova burst in my vision, but I was determined to feel his long, slender cock deep inside of me.
Even after I was sure the head of his rod had passed my sphincter, I still felt intense pain. He pushed forward and the pain was considerably less intense. It wasn't long before he bottomed out. I felt the whole of his body pressed against mine and I reveled in the intimacy. His scrotal flesh slapped against mine redirecting my attention from the pain.
Now, instead of the intensely sharp pains that I had been feeling I only felt an irritating burning sensation in the opening of my anus. He remained where he was for a few seconds partly out of consideration for my pain and partly to keep from ejaculating too soon. He was more turned on than I had ever seen him.
"How is it," He asked, a mixture of passion and concern in his voice.
"Oh, god, it's great! I can feel you in me."
Thus encouraged, he began humping me slowly, pumping his hips to drive his steely manhood in and out of my ravaged ass. The burning pain began to subside as I was finally able to relax more. Tentatively, I squeezed my ass muscles around his cock. I was afraid to move too much, I didn't want him to slip out. Feeling my movements encouraged him more and he picked up the pace, driving his love muscle even deeper inside me.
Suddenly something changed. The burning pain in my poop shoot gave way to an incredible feeling of pleasure. It was as though his cock was no longer an unwelcomed intruder but was, now, an integral and pleasurable part of me. I pushed back against him so that even more of my ass was impaled on that beautiful piece of manhood and to keep him from pulling too much of it out of me on his back thrust.
"Oh, shit, that feels great! Fuck me, man, fuck me harder! I want your cum inside me!" My pleas encouraged him to work his tool harder inside me. Unfortunately, it also excited him way too much. All too soon I felt him bottom out, arching his back as he attempted to shove himself balls and all deeply inside of me. His body, pressed so pleasurably against my own, shuddered slightly and I could feel the small pelvic spasms that signaled his ejaculation.
I wish I could say I felt each shot being plastered inside of me, but I was too much in awe of the whole experience. Yes, I knew he had bred me. Yes, I knew my insides had been coated with his baby gravy. And, yes, I felt more a part of him than I ever had before.
Spent, he collapsed on top of me, our sweat-soaked bodies sliding together like two parts of some beautifully well-oiled machine. I felt one or two more pelvic spasms indicating the last of his seminal soup was basting the final few inches of my colon. Much too quickly his magnificent manhood softened and was taken from me by those vile laws of physics and anatomy. Were I able, I would have gladly spent the rest of my days impaled upon his hardened member.
He rolled of me in one quick motion. With all too many of us, the heat of passion can quickly be replaced with feelings of guilt or shame. I assume that was the case with him. Quickly and quietly he dressed himself while I lay naked and abandoned on my bed, remnants of our mating seeping from my ravaged backside down my perineum, trickling over my scrotum.
"How was it," I felt obliged to ask.
"It was great," he replied, pulling on his tee shirt. Then, as if to explain away his actions, he said, "I just need to jump in the shower and change clothes before somebody comes home."
The truth of it, though annoying, was undeniable. He left the room, locking my door before closing it to afford me some privacy. I was unwilling to move, reveling in the idea of feeling his spermatozoa swimming around inside of me. I closed my eyes for a brief moment imagining his tiny tadpoles whipping their little tales around in my ass. I'm not sure why, but for whatever strange reason this image excited me. I suppose it was the thought that if I were a woman I would allow him to impregnate me just so I could bear his child, being fucked by him felt that good.
When I opened my eyes again, I noticed one of his black sport socks lying discarded on the floor. It was one of those low-rise jobs that exposed maybe two inches above the tops of his tennis shoes whenever he wore them. Today, he had worn his boots so I hadn't known until I removed them what socks he had on.
I reached down to pick up the sock which was still damp with his foot sweat. I briefly inhaled the scent of warm, damp leather that still clung to the cloth. Moving my hands underneath me, I inserted my rock hard dick inside the damp sock, careful not to move too much or too suddenly. I didn't want to spill a drop of his seed from my ass.
Slowly I rubbed my cock against my hand simulating the motions of fucking. In my mind's eye I imagined his seed in my ass while his sweat soaked sock engulfed my pleasure pole. I moaned audibly fantasizing my pre-cum and, soon, my seed mixing with the perspiration left in his sock as though that, too, would make each of us more a part of the other. My cum-filled ass along with my aching balls led me to wish there was no one else in the world at this moment but my son-in-law and myself.
As more of his seed seeped from my crack my thoroughly hard cock edged ever closer to its climax. Without feeling them I knew my balls had drawn up close to my body anticipating the moment of their release. His sweat on my cock, his cum in my ass lead me to what can only be described as a mind-blowing orgasmic experience the likes of which a man may experience precious few times in his life.
My cock tensed, my back arched, my balls drew tightly against me and my prostate contracted violently hurling my seed from its depths into my son-in-law's waiting sock. The whole of my being was racked with convulsions as every cell in my body responded to the intensity of the moment. Every inch of me joined the symphony in a harmony of pleasure.
Though the actual experience lasted a scant few seconds, it seemed I was taken in my ecstasy for a very long time. Having blasted the dark damp sock with my own brand of baby oil, I sagged into the sheets and fell immediately to sleep, dreaming of all that had transpired.
When I awoke, I thought I had been asleep for hours. In reality, scarcely thirty minutes had passed. I rolled onto my side slowly, fearing the flood of fluids from my ass might stain the sheets. As it was, my ass still held much of his seed and was no longer allowing it to seep out. Returning to my previous position with my stomach to the mattress, I scooted off the bed and stood up.
I was a little light-headed and my muscles felt a bit over-worked from the earlier exercises. Reaching behind me into the crack of my ass I rubbed my fingers in the moistness there. Bringing my hand to my nose I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his ejaculate. "Yes," I told myself, "it really had happened after all. It was not just a dream."
Reaching for my dick I discovered it still covered with my son-in-law's sock which was now very wet not just from his sweat but from my ejaculate, as well. I slipped it off and, again, brought it to my nose.
There is something intensely powerful about our sense of smell. It's as though a thing is made more real by its aroma. I could still smell him in the fabric, but I could also smell the earthy scent of my own emissions. Smiling, I tucked the sock away in my private stash and headed for the shower.
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