Perverts 'R' Us

My Secret Life - Chapter 4

By Chillun ( M/b, pedo )

That few days I spent with my stepfather changed my life. I went from an innocent young boy to an innocent young boy who loved having sex with his dad! I think it was always there for me, but it took my father to bring it out; other than the first time he fucked me, he never once forced me to do anything I didn't want to. Actually, after that first time, I loved having his big meat inside of my body.

Frankly, he never fucked me as much as I would have liked, for fear of hurting me somehow. Mostly, he just inserted the knob in and used my hole to masturbate himself with, but I would try to get as much of his cock in as I could whenever he would let me.

I think he enjoyed the little game, him holding back while I squirmed down on his thick meat, probably finding my efforts as pleasurable as full penetration. We spent a lot of time in those few days just exploring each other's bodies; apparently he enjoyed mine as much as I did his.

Looking back now, I realize my stepfather was in need of some unconditional love himself. Not that my mother didn't love him, and he her, but us children hadn't ever really warmed up to him and I think he felt the loss of that. Oddly enough, the relationship I had with my dad never affected any other part of our life. It was always kept totally separate from the day to day grind. Only when we were alone did we openly express our feelings for each other and we never discussed it until the day he died.

The next morning, I woke up wrapped in my dad's big arms and it felt like I belonged there. My little hole felt kind of warm and stretched, but not terribly sore, just a little tender. I reached up and kissed him on the lips, waking him with my movements.

He smiled, rolling me on top of his chest while giving me a big hug. Lifting the sheet, he grimaced at the mess of shit and come all over the both of us and, picking me up, carried me to the shower, climbing in with me and turning the water on.

As we stood there under the hot water, he began to wash me carefully, making sure all the dried spots were gone and paying special attention to my privates and my bum. Of course I sprang a boner again and began to thrust myself against his hands as he washed me. Laughing, he forced me to keep still until I was thoroughly clean, then squatting down to my level, he told me to wash him off as well.

Eagerly, I began soaping his big strong body, starting at his broad shoulders, down his arms, under his hairy armpits, across his broad hairy chest, and then turning him, down his smooth back to his buttocks. He stood up again and asked me to do his bottom half, so I continued soaping his big round bum, using the opportunity to feel his crack and caress his low hanging balls from behind.

Leaning forward into the wall, my dad spread his legs and told me to make real sure his ass was clean, so, obligingly; I began to concentrate my attentions there, rubbing my small hands over his smooth firm cheeks and sliding my fingers deeper into his deep crevice, marveling at the heat and the pucker of his rosebud.

"Son, put your fingers up my bum and make sure it's clean too." he asked next.

Sliding my fingers deeper into his crack, I began penetrating his asshole with my soapy little fingers, and soon had two of them fully inserted, wiggling them back and forth. Pushing his ass even closer, my dad told me to put all my fingers in. With my soapy hand, it wasn't that difficult to do and before I knew it, all four were sliding in and out quite easily.

Next he told me to make a fist and to insert it up his ass so that I could reach in and get it even cleaner. Following his instructions, I made a fist and began to push it up into his willing hole. I was surprised at how easily it went in, until my whole hand was embedded in his rear.

As his sphincter gripped my hand like a vise, he slowly pushed back until a good portion of my forearm was up his hot hole and then began fucking himself up and down my arm, telling me in a hoarse voice to keep my grip on him.

I reached around his large thigh with my other hand to hang on, resting my cheek against one of his muscular buttocks and my hand encountered his rock hard erection, so naturally, I grabbed onto it, my slippery hand starting to slide down its length to his balls.

Gasping at the sensation of having both his ass penetrated by one hand and the other sliding all over his slick meat, my dad began rocking back and forth in a kind of mindless ecstasy while I basically hung on to his body, trying to match his pace as best as I could. This went on for about five minutes while I used my forearm as a penis and jacked him off at the same time, all the time amazed that I could bring him pleasure in such an unusual way.

With a jerk and a spasm, cum started spewing out the end of his pole and hit the wall of the shower in front of him. I stood there with my arm shoved in his hole, waiting for the spasms to subside and realizing that my own little boner was rubbing itself against his leg. Until that second I had been so engrossed in pleasuring my daddy, I had no idea that I was even doing it.

Slowly, I pulled my shit-caked arm out of his hole; it was a little sore, but otherwise fine. Rinsing off my arm under the stream of water, I applied more soap to my hand and finished cleaning my dad's bum.

End Chapter 4...

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