I have a small computer in my room for schoolwork, but I cant get on the Internet because dad wont let me have a phone line in my room. Well, about 4 months ago, dad bought a computer for himself and set it up in the den, off the family room and he got himself a phone line so HE could go on the net. I was a little pissed, but I realized that now I could get on the net too. Maybe hed le me use it. Well, no go. What was I thinking? MY dad, let ME use his computer? HAH. He basically told me to keep my hands off of it.
So I did what any normal son would do: I snuck into the den and used it when he wasnt home! And _f_u_c_k_, what a blast. I found all these great porn sites that you guys have probably been looking at for years. But for me, it was totally new. So I sat there with my jeans and boxers bunched around my ankles, pounding my hard _c_o_c_k_ while I looked at all these _f_u_c_k_in amateur dudes showin off their huge _f_u_c_k_in bones. Dudes, I was in heaven.
And dad was having a good time too. Late one night, I came down to get a drink of water and saw the light from the den on. I walked over quietly to the door and peeked through the crack, sort of half joking to myself that I hoped my dad was looking at porn and spankin it, just like I do. And _f_u_c_k_, he WAS. My eyes widened as I saw through the narrow slit of the half closed door that he was buck ass naked, sitting in the office chair with one leg propped up on the desk. He had his enormous bone in his hand and he was pounding it really hard. I had never seen my dads hard-on but I had seen his dick once when I was little and he was getting out of the shower. I remember it looking pretty huge then, but he covered himself up fast and yelled at me to get out. So here I was, gazing at my dads fat, beautiful hog. It was _f_u_c_k_in huge, just like I remembered it from when I was little. Probably about 9 inches long, big throbbing veins all over it, and a _f_u_c_k_in HUGE purple head that flared out really wide. He was staring at the screen, breathing heavy. He looked like he was in a trance. His mouth hung open and every few seconds, hed say things but he was whispering to himself so I couldnt hear. I tried to read his lips but all I could make out was "_f_u_c_k_."
His _c_o_c_k_ was glistening and covered with precum, which he was leaking like crazy. I watched a huge glob ooze out his piss slit and down the shaft. He didnt even notice....just kept pounding and incorporated the new drip in with the lube already coating his dong.
This was so _f_u_c_k_in hot. Id thrown a major bone staring at my dad pounding his meat. Even though I had _s_e_x_ual thoughts about my dad years ago, I felt so weird actually seeing him like this. But I couldnt help myself. I HAD to take it out and stroke it with him. So I pulled down my sweats and boxers and hooked them under my balls. I grabbed my own _c_o_c_k_ and matched his stroke, thinking, "Im feeling what hes feeling right now."
My dad sped up his pace and I kept up with him. His hand was a blur and his enormous balls were bouncing up and down and smashing into each other from his frenzied pulling and pounding. He lifted his ass off the seat and cried in a forced whisper, "Fuuuuuuck!" Cum flew out of his dick and sprayed straight up. The first volley came back down on his head, in his hair. The rest of it spurted out with less and less force and landed on his chest and stomach. He just sat there, still, with his pulsing meat in his hand, trying to catch his breath. Then something weird happened. He looked right up at the crack in the door where I was watching him. He couldnt see me because I was in the dark. Or could he? I jumped back quickly and walked as fast and as quietly as I could back to my room.
Once there, I threw myself on my bed and pounded my meat even harder than dad had. What I had just seen got me hotter than I had ever been before. I imagined his big monster _c_o_c_k_ all lubed up with his own slime, slipping in and out of his big fist and that sent me over the edge. I came with a grunt and it splattered all over my chest, just like dad. When I was through squirting, I was laying there in that "just-shot-off-a-round" glow and I half opened my eyes. I saw my door didnt close all the way when I came into my room and there was an eye looking at me through the crack in the door, but quickly disappeared. _s_h_i_t_! The only other person in the house was my dad! Did my dad really just watch me shoot my spunk? What a weird night.
Anyhow, things went along normally for the next few months. I still used his computer when he was at work and he still beat off late at night. I took to standing in the door way of the family room so there was no way he could see me.
Then one day I made a mistake.
I was sitting there at his computer, looking at this totally hot site that showed nothing but facials—dudes covered with cum. Some of the pictures showed dudes kneeling in front of freshly jizzed dicks, with cum up their noses, dripping down their faces, in their mouths, splattered all over their bodies. This site had me REALLY worked up and I had taken my jeans and boxers completely off and spread my legs wide, so I could really stroke the old bone. Then I came upon this one picture of a dudes face SO covered with cum slime that he looked like he had white jelly all over him. That did it. Before I could aim or move, a stream of cum shot out of my _c_o_c_k_ and streaked across the keyboard. I stood up in a panic, still cumming and the next stream got the monitor. I turned and as I did, I got the desk. I finished off on the floor.
When I was done, I looked at my juice sliding off everything and sort of laughed. I thought, "Wow, that was one of the best cums ever." I started to walk out the den to get a towel from the bathroom to wipe my mess up when I heard my dads car in the driveway. _f_u_c_k_! What was he doing home from work so early? I dashed back to the den and heard the key in the door. All I had time to do was grab my clothes and run to my room, my half hard _c_o_c_k_ bobbing up and down with each step. I closed the door tight behind me and started to look for my boxers to wipe my still dripping dick off with.
Okay, jeans, shirt....no boxers. I must have left them in the den. So I thought maybe dad hadnt made his way to the den yet. I threw my jeans on and tip toed down to the den, thinking that if dad wasnt there, Id grab my boxers, do a quick wipe down of the computer and go. But as I approached the door, I saw through the crack that he WAS there. He stood in front of the desk, staring down, his eyes roaming over the spooge that coated his keyboard, monitor and desk. He reached out with his right hand and ran his index finger through the biggest gob on the keyboard. He brought his finger up to his nose and smelled it. Then he did something that nearly made me cum again right there. He stuck it in his mouth and tasted it! My dad ate my jizz! _f_u_c_k_! He began to frown as I saw him put it all together in his mind and he shook his head side to side in anger and disappointment. Then he noticed my boxers just under the desk. He picked them up and held them out by the waistband. Moving them to his nose, he inhaled deeply at the crotch.
I ran back to my room and stayed there all night. When he knocked and asked if I wanted dinner, I said no, that I was too busy studying. I was just too embarrassed and scared to look at him—but I was also turned on. I mean, what was my father doing tasting my spooge? And smelling my shorts? Dudes, I started to wonder if my dad was gay like me.
The next day, after he went to work, I came out of my room. I was gonna be home all day because my only class had been cancelled for the afternoon. So I headed into the den and fired up the computer. I just had to go back to that cum site and see all the dudes slimed from head to toe. I had my pants and boxers around my ankles this time so I could pull them up quickly if need be. Well, I estimate I had been sitting there slowly strokin off for about an hour and a half when suddenly I heard my dad clear his throat in the doorway of the den. He stood there with his arms folded, scowling at me. I reached own and grabbed my boxers and jeans but I couldnt pull them up sitting down so I had to stand. My dad watched me as I rose with my _c_o_c_k_ pointing straight up. I turned and zipped up.
"So that WAS your semen on my computer yesterday wasnt it?" he asked.
"Dad, I am REALLY sorry about that. I was gonna clean it up but you came home so—"
"Shut up."
He stared at me for what seemed like an hour and he finally said, "What are you looking at?"
I tried to grab the mouse so I could close the window but he bellowed, "DON"T YOU _f_u_c_k_ING TOUCH THAT!"
He walked over and roughly shoved me back. Leaning forward on the desk, he looked at the page I had open and he studied each thumbnail carefully. He even opened a few. Through all of this, I stood completely still and quiet. I knew I was in trouble, but I had no idea how he was going to punish me.
Finally he turned, looked into my eyes and said, "So is this the kind of stuff you like? Hmmm? You like _s_h_i_t_ like this? Are you a faggot? Do you want guys to cum on you? Is THAT what you want?"
I couldnt answer. All I could do was hang my head.
"ANSWER ME, JACKSON!"
He hadnt called me by my name in a while and it did something to me. It made me feel oddly close to him—which was weird considering what was going on. Through all of this, the swelling in my _c_o_c_k_ had not gone down.
"Ye—yes dad....Im gay."
He let out a "hrumph" and I looked up to see a smirk on his face. He looked down and saw the bulge in my pants.
"Well....you knew you werent supposed to play with MY computer but you did it anyway, didnt you. To look at these faggot pictures of guys with sperm in their mouths....what am I going to do with you? Hmmm? How am I going to punish you for this?"
"Dad, I am really sorry. It wont happen again, I swear. I wont ever touch—"
"SHUT UP!....Now, what do you think your punishment should be, Jackson? Hmmm? I cant ground you, youre over 18. Lets see...." After several minutes of silence, he looked up at me and said, "I know. I think I am going to have to give you a good old-fashioned spanking like I used to do when you and your brother were little. THAT taught you some discipline then. And it should now."
I couldnt believe I was going to be spanked at 19. "Awww, come on dad. I said I was sorry. Really. Ill do chores or something. Ill wash your car for a month or Ill—"
"No, I think a spanking is gonna do you some good."
"Now, look dad—" I said seriously.
"You call me sir from now on, you got that Jackson? Now come here and stand in front of the desk, put your hands on it and lean forward."
"Daaaaaaaaaad...."
"DO IT!" He grabbed hold of my arm hard and dragged me over to the desk. I knew now that he was totally serious and I was worried.
"YES, SIR!" I shouted. I placed my palms on the desk and leaned forward so he could get at my butt. My _c_o_c_k_ was still swollen and the first swat through my pants made it throb more. He gave me a few more and said, "Naw....I dont like this." He spun me around and shoved me toward a chair in the corner of the room that he ordered me to bring to him. I did as I was told.
Before he sat down, he took off his tie and shirt, exposing his massive hairy chest. Then he undid his belt and snapped it off his waist. He was just wearing trousers now.
He sat down and said, "All right, Jackson, pull down your pants."
I still had my major bone goinon and I didnt want my dad to see it. I COULDNT let him see it. I didnt even know myself why I had a bone. I mean, I was being punished for _f_u_c_k_s sake!
"I....I.....cant do that dad. I mean sir."
"Why not Jackson? You pull your pants down right now."
"Cant you just spank me through my pants? Sir? Please?"
He narrowed his eyes. "Whats wrong, Jackson? Come here." He grabbed my by a belt loop and started to yank my pants down when I blurted out, "Sir, I still have a bone, sir."
He stopped and said, "A what?"
"An erection sir. Im sorry sir."
"I dont give a _f_u_c_k_ if you have a hard-on. TAKE EM DOWN!" he screamed in my face.
"YES, SIR!" I pulled my pants down and my _c_o_c_k_ strained through the thin cotton of my white boxers and made a nice tent.
"Well now, look at that. Is your dick happy Jackson? Does your dick like this Jackson? Pull your boxers down, too."
"Please sir, no..." I almost whispered.
"Do it."
I pulled my boxers down and my _c_o_c_k_ sprang up. A rope of precum hung from the head. The rush of air on my bone felt great and made it swell even more.
"Lay across my lap....Now."
As I did, my _c_o_c_k_ rubbed against the soft, brushed cotton of his trousers, making me squirm a little. He raised his arm and the first smack stung pretty bad. The second wasnt as bad. By the fifth smack, I realized that each time he hit me, the force of his smack moved my body forward and pushed my bone around on his soft trousers. _s_h_i_t_, it felt good. His pants felt like _f_u_c_k_in silk under the head of my meat. I started to grind my pelvis onto his hard, muscled thigh with each swat. I finally lost control and made a noise of pleasure.
"Oh, so you like this huh? Lets see about that...."
He hit harder, trying to get a reaction, stinging my ass cheeks with his palm. But it still felt so good. I could feel precum traveling up my tube and squeezing itself out of my slit and I still pushed into him.
Dad yelled, "GOD _d_a_m_n_ IT JACKSON, STOP _f_u_c_k_ING MY LEG!"
But I couldnt stop. And I couldnt believe I was getting off on being spanked by my dad while I rubbed my hard on across his leg. I continued pumping and dad finally said, "OK, thats it, Ive had it. Stand up and face me."
I did and he folded his arms over his chest and, without looking at my face, simply stared at my hard-on. It jutted straight at him and bobbed every now and then with my heart beat. It was then that I saw the enormous bulge in HIS trousers. He had thrown a full rod too. My head was spinning. I didnt know what was happening. Was this serious? Was I really being punished? Or were we actually _f_u_c_k_ing around?
Finally, he uncrossed his arms, spat into his right palm, reached out and grabbed my wood. He lubed me up and started pumping on me. I nearly passed out. My head hung back and I let out a moan that startled even myself. After a few minutes, he stopped.
"There, alright? Is that better? Now, back to your punishment." He looked down at his lap to position me again but spotted the enormous wet circle of precum my _c_o_c_k_ had drooled on his trousers.
"AWWW, _f_u_c_k_, JACKSON, LOOK WHAT YOUVE DONE TO MY PANTS! _s_h_i_t_! GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND TAKE THEM OFF ME....RIGHT NOW!"
I knelt and he stepped to within inches of my face. His basket was right there at eye—well, more like mouth—level. I unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. He stepped out of them. He was wearing white cotton briefs, not boxers, and his hog was tightly encased in them, pushed to the right.
"Take these off, too."
Whoa. Yes, my dad and I were _f_u_c_k_ing around. The full implication finally hit me. I was on my knees looking up at a glorious specimen of manhood: big, solid, hairy and HARD—and it was my dad! I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his tightie whities and pulled. His erect slab came swinging out at me and grazed my eye and forehead, leaving a snail trail of precum.
He sat back down, spread his legs and said "Back on my lap, Jackson. Youre not done being punished."
I leaned forward to lie across his lap and he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me down. I lost my balance and fell, hands out in front of me. I felt his hairy chest rush by and my right hand landed close to his hard _c_o_c_k_, which I grabbed instinctively. My fingers were wrapped around it and it twitched in my hand. I didnt want to let go. Turns out I didnt have to.
"Thats right, Jackson, you grab on to your daddys dick. Youre gonna need somethin to hold on to, boy cause your spanking isnt over with. And you keep a hold on til I tell you to let go."
He hauled off and smacked me a good one. It stung like hell. Then he smacked in a fury, his hand rising and falling on my behind, the sound of slapping flesh tearing out through the room. I lost count of how many swats he gave me. I just held on to his _c_o_c_k_. He was right: if I hadnt had it to hold on to, I wouldve fallen off his lap.
He stopped and in the ensuing silence, we struggled to catch our breath. In between gulps of air, dad said, "There,....are you....gonna....play with my .... computer ....again?"
I didnt answer. I just tugged on his _c_o_c_k_ very slightly.
"Huh?....You still....wanna look at those....faggot pictures, dont you?"
I waited a second and told the truth. "Yes, sir....I....do." I was tugging on his bone harder now.
"You just dont learn, do you?....Almost makes me think you like havin your butt played with. Do ya Jackson? Do you like havin your butt played with?"
As he started talking, he kneaded my cheeks with both hands, occasionally pulling them apart as far as they would go to expose my pucker. He dipped a finger in and tickled my asshole. I let out a gasp. At this point, I was almost full on jerkin him off but he still didnt say anything.
"Did you like that? Huh? I bet you did."
He raised his hand again and brought it down hard on my spread open cheeks, stinging my hole. _f_u_c_k_, I had never had my asshole itself spanked before and it HURT. I raised my head and shouted but he pushed it down and said to be quiet. He spanked it a few more times then he stuck a finger in his mouth and lubed it up enough to drill it into my anus which he did with force. He twirled it around, clockwise, then counter-clockwise and it drove me wild. I bucked under him. He raised his other hand and brought it down on my left cheek. Then he did it again and this time, landed on my right cheek. He alternated cheeks a few more times, all the while twirling his finger around and moving it gently in and out of me.
Suddenly he stopped spanking and I felt his _c_o_c_k_ expand out. He let out a weird yelp and shouted at me, "LET GO NOW! LET GO OF MY _f_u_c_k_IN _c_o_c_k_, JACKSON!" I let go immediately and smiled to myself cause I had almost made him blow. Yeah, dad was into this, BIG time.
After he calmed down, he continued to finger _f_u_c_k_ my chute. He said softly, "Does this feel good?"
"Yes, sir...." I replied.
He slapped my ass, not hard but in a playful way and said with a kind of laugh, "Stand up, walk over to the desk and bend over it."
As I walked, he followed me closely, and didnt once remove his finger from my ass. When I was bent over the desk, he withdrew his finger slowly, reached around in front of me and stuffed it under my nose. I smelled my own hole.
"Smell this. You like it? Sure ya do....I know something else youre gonna like, you little cum boy." I heard him spit and heard squishing sounds. I knew exactly what he was doing. He pushed the snout of his big monster against my hole and popped the head in. I had only been _f_u_c_k_ed once before by a guy I met in my Geology class, so I sort of knew what to expect, but he wasnt as big as my dad.
I gripped the edge of the desk and my knuckles turned white as my father slid himself in. I howled and he stopped for a few seconds before sliding the rest of his hose into my gut. I took deep breaths and tried to relax as he continued to wedge his hog into my hole. When he was buried all the way to his _f_u_c_k_in pubes and balls, he pulled all the way out and drove it in again. The he reeled his arm back and smacked my right cheek hard, the hardest yet. My body convulsed from the unexpected blow.
"Are you gonna play with my _f_u_c_k_ing computer again?"
I couldnt answer. I was trying to breathe and not scream from his _c_o_c_k_ ripping into me. Another hard stinging slap, I jerked, and he began to _f_u_c_k_ me slowly.
"I said, are you gonna play with my computer again?"
"....sir....I...."
SLAP. Each time his hand made contact, it stung more.
"You wanna see more _c_o_c_k_ pictures, dont you—"
"Yes, sir."
SLAP. I jerked once more, which caused me to push up onto my tiptoes. He grunted, pushed me down onto the desk and held me in place.
"You wanna see men with cum on their faces?"
"Yes sir."
SLAP.
I was loose now and still rocking his hips back and forth, he reached over to the computer and clicked the mouse on the window I had open. He clicked on a thumbnail. The picture came up and showed a dude in front of a long, veiny dick sticking through a glory hole. The _c_o_c_k_ had just shot and the dudes face was _f_u_c_k_in PLASTERED. His mouth was open and two thick ropes of jism hung from his bottom lip.
"How about that one? You like that one? Huh?....Do ya?"
I didnt know what to say. If I said yes, I would be spanked and it was REALLY stinging now. If I said no, Id be lying. But if I said yes, hed continue to _f_u_c_k_ me, which I wanted never to end. I was so confused.
"....Yes, I like this picture. I love this picture. I want to be that guy on his knees."
SSSSLLLLAAAAPPPP! My whole body shook in a violent spasm.
"Then, thats what youre gonna be, cum boy. ON YOUR KNEES."
His _c_o_c_k_ made a popping sound as he pulled out of me roughly. He turned me around and forced me to kneel in front of him. With his giant hard-on in his hand, he looked down at me with that smirk and shook his head side to side, saying, "You just dont learn, do you?" He slapped my face with his rod. It made a dull thud against my cheek and I felt it reverberate through my skull. I knew it would leave a bruise.
"Are you gonna play with my computer again?"
I didnt answer quickly enough and he slapped the other side of my face. It felt like he sprained my jaw. My mouth hung open and spit dripped down. I was hypnotized by the big dong in my face and wanted a lot more. I decided to see how much hed give me so I looked up at him and said, "I wanna see more _c_o_c_k_s. I wanna see more cum. I wanna see YOU cum dad."
He held the back of my head and rubbed his rod all over my face with the other, mashing his head and smearing precum on my cheeks and lips. He grabbed his meat and started jacking hard, like the night I watched him through the crack in the door.
It was totally freaky—he must have read my mind, because he said, "You want this, dontcha....youve wanted it ever since that first night you saw me jackin off in here....thats why you watched me every night....you really want your daddys cum, dontcha...DONTCHA!"
"OH GOD, YES SIR. I WANT YOUR CUM DAD! I WANT YOUR CUM ON MY FACE! PLEASE DAD! FIRE OFF ON MY FACE DAD! PLEEEEEASE!"
His hand became a blur and his balls bounced around violently, slapping me under my chin. Through his gritted teeth, he snorted like a bull, laid his _c_o_c_k_ down the length of my face and yelled, "FUUUUCK!" as his _c_o_c_k_ shot out a pulse of hot jizz. It squirted up into my hair. His next shot spattered across my forehead and it ran down over my eyes. He just kept pumping that _f_u_c_k_ juice out, pressing his _c_o_c_k_ down hard on my face. I felt his shaft squeeze out each lumpy spurt. His cum dripped down my cheeks, my lips and hung from my chin. _f_u_c_k_ yeah, I was getting glazed just like the dudes in the pictures!
I was so _f_u_c_k_in hot, I thought my _c_o_c_k_ was gonna burst so I grabbed it and within 10 strokes, I shot off too. My dad pumped out his last gob as I started to cum, shooting streams of jizz through his legs and onto the floor. He let his slimy monster slide off my face and I fired off the biggest round of my life. It felt like I left my body.
When I opened my eyes, I was dizzy, but I saw my dad looking down at me. He squatted down and ran his finger through my jizz on the floor. He looked at it then put it in his mouth while he looked directly into my eyes. Then he ran the same finger around my face and scooped up a good amount of his own cum. He brought the finger to my mouth and he wiggled it in, between my lips. I parted and let him put it in, all the way to the back of my throat. He just left it there a few minutes and I closed my eyes and sucked on it like a baby at feeding time.
He stood up, crossed his arms and glared down at me.
"I think youve learned your lesson."
He reached for my boxers and threw them at me, saying, "You have your fathers cum all over your face, Jackson. Clean yourself up and go to your room and wait for me to call you down for dinner."
"Okay, dad." He turned to leave but when he got to the door, I said, "Oh, and dad? Thank you."
He winked at me and said, "I hope this taught you to obey me and be a good boy from now on."
"Yes, dad. Im ready to do anything you tell me to."
"Good....good."