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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story contains elements of raunch. This may include piss, feet, musk, fisting, etc. If you aren't into it, don't read this story.
Additional note: not everything listed above is in every chapter! It'll all be there eventually though.
Additional additional note: there will more than likely never be scat of any form in this story. Not my thing.
LAST PART: I nuzzled into his chest, feeling his chest hair against my cum-globbed face.
"You do know nothing is going to be the same, right son?" Dad said, petting me slowly.
"Mhm... I'm happy," I replied, grinning just a little.
"Good," Dad said.
And with that, we closed our eyes and drifted off to sleep, us three men cuddled together. And Dad was right, after that night, everything changed for the better.
Dad was right. After that night, nothing was ever the same. That very next morning, Dad and I woke up Coach by sucking his dick and puffy nipples. We started our day with some quick blowjobs, and ended the night with a fuck session even longer than the night before. I'm pretty sure we all had at least 2 loads in us before we drifted off to sleep.
On the bus ride back home, Dad and I were giving each other handjobs the moment it was dark out and everyone else was asleep. Trying to catch Dad's cum in my mouth before he could blast all over himself and the seat sure was a thrill.
And every day after that was pure sexual heaven for my young adult hormones. Coach would come over most days, and we'd fuck like animals before eating dinner together like a family. It wasn't uncommon for Coach to stay the night in Dad's room, the two fucking even more while I did my best to sleep without running downstairs and hopping in on them.
The whole time, I was more physically active than ever. So were Dad and Coach. We started working out together, in the nude of course. But I wasn't just getting more muscular. I was getting beefier all around. More hair was growing in, and my thighs were growing into tree trunks. My ass got more toned and round too, and somehow even thicker. I was "turning into a cub", as Coach put it before sucking the sweat from my ass crack.
Speaking of my ass, I was definitely getting more work in on that than anything else. Most days I was plugged for hours. And when I wasn't, I was sleeping, fucking, or riding my Dad's dildo collection until I couldn't feel anything. Over the course of those next few months, my ass was getting stretched into a sloppier, beefier, skankier mancunt. Before long, I was taking fists, then punches, then bicep deep pushes. My ass was a slophole.
And it looked like it. It wasn't slitlike and pink like Coach's, or round and puffed out like Dad's. It was ragged, loose, and leathery. My lips looked almost constantly pushed out, and after a good amount of play my ass would rosebud easily.
The first time that happened, Coach and Dad both cheered, poppered me up and fisted me, then treated us to some beer. I'm not ashamed to admit that that led to some drunken, piss-filled sex.
So basically, my life couldn't be better. We were approaching the beginning of spring, and that winter had been the best one of my life. My two lovers were my Dad and his fuckbuddy, my Coach, and I got to have sex on a daily basis while my classmates fought over the same girl.
But there was this one week where it was just the worst. I thought I was going to go insane. Coach had a professional growth conference for school in some city that last a whole week, and that very same week, Dad was out of town for his work as well.
I think I jerked off at least fifteen times in that week. I was ferociously horny, but no clenched hand, dildo, buttplug, or Fleshlight could help it. I had gotten so used to constant sex, and now I was feeling withdrawals. I even took a day off from school, staying home and riding dildos until my ass was numb and jerking my cock until it was red and sore.
And when Dad got home that Sunday, you can bet I barely waited for him to step in the door to get him undressed.
As he closed the door, I tackled him, gripping him in a bear hug. He nearly wheezed, the breath getting knocked out of him as I clenched him tight before dropping down and unceremoniously yanking his dress pants and shoes off, leaving him in a button up, a pair of briefs, and his socks.
"Unf, hey kid!" Dad said as I licked his cock through his underwear. "I'm guessing you missed me!"
I nodded quickly, gripping the backs of his thighs. "Let's go to my room," I said.
Dad chuckled as I rose up before rubbing his back. "Don't gotta ask me twice."
We walked up to my room, me shedding my clothes throughout the house as we went, fully bare by the time we made it through the door.
Dad flopped back on my bed, unbuttoning his shirt. I got down to the end of my bed, pulling his socks off and giving each of his feet a peck before crawling up on my bed on top of Dad.
I lied on top of him, our bare bodies rubbing as we made out for a minute. We started rolling around in bed, almost wrestling. After a bit of our bodies toeing the line of embrace and battle, Dad finally pinned me down, staring me in my eyes and licking his lips. I admired his hairy and chiseled but still thick chest as he started grinding against me, dry humping my naked front through his briefs.
I admired his body in full detail. Thick in all the right places with a base of muscle. He wasn't a bodybuilder, but he wasn't chubby either. He was just thickened up in all the right ways.
"My horny little pig," he cooed. "What am I gonna do with you."
"I wanna fuck you Dad," I muttered, my cock growing erect.
"Ohhh, who would've thought," he said with a smirk.
Dad crawled off top of me and repositioned himself, putting his face down and ass up. His beefy checks pressed tightly against the fabric, his meaty ass mounds framed perfectly. He wiggled his hips, those round cheeks swaying. "Come get it, boy."
He didn't have to ask me twice. I all but dived forward, gripping his ass with one hand around each cheek. I slapped his ass through the fabric, making him grunt. And before he could realize what was happening, I gripped in the center and pulled as hard as I could, ripping the relatively thin fabric.
Dad exhaled with a puff. "Fucking hell, boy," he said as I ripped more and spread his cheeks forcefully.
That fucking hole. Loose and always puffed out, it was clear Dad had had a lot of rough play in his life. And while it wasn't as obviously battered as my hole, it wasn't the pretty puffy pussy that Coach had.
I dove in, ramming my tongue in and around his supple crater, spitting and drooling like crazy. I started sucking on it, savoring the musky flavor. Dad groaned and rubbed his chest, squeezing one of his large nipples.
I spit inside his loose hole, darting my tongue into the hot, sweat soaked chasm. I suckled for a moment before pulling back and kissing it. Dad grunted and farted loudly, chuckling as he did.
I didn't mind. "Do that again, Dad," I said, planting my mouth over his sloppy hole. He grunted and squeezed out, his spit glazed ass lips slapping loudly and loosely as a burst of hot air hit my open mouth.
Dad groaned as I did, his noisy ass flapping in my mouth. I gripped him tighter and dug in further, slurping his ass like a sucker. Spit smeared all across my lips and the ones on his blown out asshole.
After a while, I pulled away, catching my breath. I cleared my throat and looked at Dad, his breathing heavy and his cock rock hard.
"Can you push it out?" I said.
He just grinned. "Oh you fucking know it, baby."
Dad played with his ass for a bit, lubing himself up and fingering his hole aggressively. I watched while he did, jerking my cock slowly. After a while, he pulled out his four fingers and grunted, clearly pushing.
His ass unfurled in front of my ass, a rosebud pushing up out of his gaping crater cunt before blooming into several inches of raw red ass meat. I could've moaned just watching it.
I dove in and gave it a kiss, rubbing it. "Fucking hell, Dad." It was hot and slimy.
I took the tip of it into my mouth, beginning to suckle softly on his guts. Dad roared out a moan in pleasure and whined.
I slurped on Dad's prolapse, pushing it down my throat and deepthroating it while Dad did his best to keep it pushed out, grunting and groaning.
"Atta boy, suck your Dad's guts," he cooed at me as I gagged on the slippery wet red tail.
I made out with it, squeezing and releasing my lips all over the base of Dad's ass, sliding off his lengthy meat sack and kissing the sides, running my tongue across before Dad grunted and sucked it back in, his ass gaping and wet.
I pulled back, then smacked at his hole, tapping the open cavern with my fingers. I balled my fist up and punched in, his cunt easily accommodating my hand.
"Yeahhhh, son! Punch your dad's ass!"
I obliged, yanking my fist in and out, deliberately pulling and pushing as hard as I could, his ass lips pushing out in blissful protest. His ass was dripping wet, loose, and so warm. It was like punching in and out of a big, wet mouth. And the abused walls were the tongue.
Dad whined in pleasure, trying not to buck as his cock twitched. "Bradyyy!" he cooed in blissed as I yanked out again before Dad let a quick fart rip, his ass making noise alongside him.
I dove back in immediately, this time taking my two hands and pressing the palms together. That weekend without a fuck had me hornier than ever, needing the sweet release of my Dad's wrecked pussy. I jabbed them in and out, taking my hands and stretching his ass apart, nearly growling in pleasure as I spit in and jabbed my cock in, slapping it around the forced apart lips.
"Fuck yes, boy! You're gonna rip me a new one!" Dad panted out, his body glazed with sweat.
I let go of his ass walls, now grabbing his hips with my slippery hands, gripping his damp skin tight as I buried myself deep and started pissing, my bladder letting loose like a hydrant in him. I moaned in relief as Dad panted out a sighed chuckle, his breathing heavy.
Before he could say anything, I yanked my rod out, my piss splashing out of him onto the floor loudly as I started pissing all over him, leaning over him and jabbing my cock in his face.
Dad groaned in response, mouthing at the air and sipping down some of my piss. I crawled even further on top of him, aiming my cock onto his face and swinging down, my wet balls and meat slapping him on the lips and cheek. The sheets were soaked, and so were we.
I leaned in and kissed Dad, my lips touching his piss covered ones. Before I could process it, he slipped my own piss into my mouth, the hot liquid rolling down his tongue onto mine. I groaned and swallowed it down, making out with Dad as my cock throbbed.
Dad broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes sultrily, his eyes almost half closed. "Come get in these fuckin' guts, boy."
I shuffled back down, standing at the edge of the bed, my Dad's legs spread as he laid on his back. Dad grunted, his multiple inches of red ass meat squeezing out. I positioned my already wet cock near the tip and began pushing in, my cock sliding into and pushing back in my Dad's prolapse.
"Your cunt feels so hot, Dad," I groaned out as I slid my meat in more.
That ruby red slab of cunt sticking out of Dad's ass pushed back into him as I dug in, fully pressing in my length. He exhaled shakily, his cock twitching as I started thrusting, his prolapse pressing in and out a little with each pump of my hips.
I gripped tighter on him, my jaw clenching as I pounded on him. I was clenching my ass cheeks at this point, slamming full force in and out of his sloppy, noisy cunt. His ass slurped and squeaked as the sound of our bare skin slapping against each other ringed out. Dad's pants, grunts, and groans underscored the fucking noise. I knew my face probably looked angry, but I was just so desperate to bust a fat load in my Dad's ass.
"I-I'm gonna have to take trips without you more often!" Dad quipped, following that with a moan as I yanked my cock out, his prolapse coming with it before I jammed it back in with my pulsing aching cock.
"Don't you fuckin' dare," I said, with an almost equal mix of humor and intensity.
Dad laughed and flopped back, his legs shaking a little on my shoulders as I got closer and closer to cumming all in his messy ass.
I pumped and pumped, his ass making the nastiest sounds on my cock as I defiled him. I'd never fucked that hard. Dad kept groaning and moaning, almost yelping each time I rammed my base in easily into his big sloppy fucking ass.
"Ohhh my God," he groaned as I picked up my pace even more, my balls swinging frantically, my breathing unsteady.
Suddenly, I yanked my cock out and slapped his hole with my palm. "Push," I said.
Dad grunted and did, his ass blasting out air I fucked into him a giant ripping fart, his prolapse sticking out just a little. Lube and piss slid down his ass all over the sheets.
I smacked his cunt again, jamming my hand in and circling it, making Dad almost scream in pleasure. I jammed my cock back in, the squelching somehow even louder now as I picked up right where I left off.
I rubbed his sweaty body, savoring the feeling of his toned body. His thick but muscular ass below me cushioned the blow of my dick jabs.
I kept pumping and pumping, my dick becoming flushed from all the rubbing inside Dad's gooey cunt. I was on the verge of orgasm, my prostate tensing up and aching. I whined in pleasure as I rubbed his body more frantically, trying to grope his sweaty pecs for grip as my body shook.
After a little more humping, it was all too much to take. I barked out in pleasure and slammed in one last time as I blew spurt of spurt of sticky cum into my Dad's loosened musclecunt.
I flopped on top of him, my full weight sinking in as I leaned in and kissed him. My cock slid out as I did, letting some of my cum ooze out onto the sheets.
Dad panted, his hot breath hitting my face as we made out passionately.
"I love you son," he cooed.
"I love you too, Dad," I said back, smiling just a little.
I slid my cock across his body as I crawled on top of him, his larger frame still slightly dwarfing my nearly fully grown one. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him tight as we drifted off to sleep together.
And that's it for this one! ...Whew. Life definitely got in the way of me finishing this one! I apologize for the long wait and appreciate the couple of emails asking me for status updates. This one is a lot more straightforward and not as raunchy as I promised, but it'll get there! I wanted something a little lighter after the block of story that was the last part. From here on out, there's going to be more of a defined story and ideas coming through! So I hope everyone anticipates that.
Read my other stories here on Nifty! Rednecks and Viagra in adult-friends Bringing Dad A Beer in incest and urination Southern Values in incest and urination Nasty Redneck Dad in incest Brad the Busdriver in adult-youth Fucking My Science Teacher in adult-youth