My young stepfather

(I)
When I was sixteen, my parents divorced, and I lived with my father. Early marriage is still common here (I won't reveal our location), with boys and girls getting married around fifteen or sixteen. It's difficult for men and women to find partners around twenty-seven or twenty-eight (unless you're a good student and still in school).
When my parents divorced, I was just starting high school, and my parents were only thirty-one or thirty-one. I lived with my father. My father was a businessman and often traveled. When he wasn't home, I would go to my mother's house, as she was also very busy. My mother owned an arcade, but I didn't like going there because it was often frequented by shady characters.
One day, my father went out of town to sell goods, and after school, I went to my mother's. I heard from others that my mother had found someone else, so I decided to check it out. I went into the arcade, greeted my mother, and went upstairs. A little while later, my mother brought in a young man and said to me, "Xiao Jian, this is your new father." I didn't even turn my head or say a word.
"Wang Jian!" A man's voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw it was my high school classmate, Liu Dawei. I really didn't expect my mother to find me such a young stepfather, and unbelievably, he was my classmate! And he was only a year or two older than me!
My mother looked at the two of us and said to me in confusion, "Call him Dad, Jian." My face turned red. Dawei said to my mother, "If the child doesn't want to call him that, that's fine. He can't open his mouth because we are classmates." My mother said in a panic, "Oh, really?" I got up from the sofa and ran out, with my mother shouting loudly behind me.
I ran frantically, my mind constantly replaying that familiar young, roguish face. Yes, he was really handsome, really mature, and I liked him a lot, but I really couldn't bring myself to call him Dad. In my panic, I collided with a motorcycle, and the two young men on the motorcycle started arguing with me. Soon after, the police took us to the police station.
(II)
I got into a fight with someone and was taken to the police station. This was my first time in a police station. I was a little excited at first, but seeing the police made me a bit scared, and I didn't know what to do for a moment. When Liu Dawei entered the police station, I was kneeling against the wall, watching him get off his motorcycle and stomp into the station like a mountain.
Seeing him enter, I lowered my head. Unexpectedly, a police officer stood up and said, "Dawei, what brings you here today?" I looked up and saw the young officer and Liu Dawei exchanging cigarettes.
I knew Dawei had connections with people outside of school because he was tall and strong, a natural athlete, and had been a sports student since high school. Now, for some reason, he hadn't been attending school for the past few months, but his homeroom teacher had kept his seat and student status.
Dawei tugged at his bluish chin and said to the officer, "This is my godson. There are no outsiders. I came here because of him." He then exhaled a smoke ring, looking mature like a man. The policeman looked at my thin frame, smiled, and said, "How old are you? How old is he? He's your godfather? Judging by his looks and height, he's more like your uncle and nephew." Dawei, like a man, said, "Damn! You still care about who's older? Ask him yourself." The policeman smiled and said to me, "Young man, tell the truth and we'll let you go. Is he your godfather? Tell the truth!" I knelt against the wall, looking at the handsome, young man before me—the man I used to attend the same classroom with, now my stepfather—with his high nose, striking eyebrows, and a sly smile.
Dawei looked at me, smoking a cigarette. I nodded helplessly. "Speak, is that right?" the policeman asked. I lowered my head and said, "Yes." The policeman said, "Say it to me." I looked at the young man sitting in front of me and called out, "Dad." Liu Dawei stood up, walked over to me, and replied, "Hey, Xiao, get up!" I stood up, still with my head down. Dawei reached out and patted my head, saying, "Thank you, Uncle Liu. Let's go
, you and Dad!" I turned to the policeman, who looked to be in his mid-twenties, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Liu!" The policeman said, "Let's go, go with your dad, Xiao." We walked out of the police station together... (Note: "Xiao" is a local dialect term used by elders to address younger men, meaning son, nephew, or grandson.) We live in a border area between two provinces, where early marriage is very common. Many people get married and have children at fifteen or sixteen, and have grandchildren by thirty-four or thirty-five. It's quite common, and there are many unregistered residents. Liu Dawei drove me out of the police station on his motorcycle. I sat on the back of the motorcycle, and Dawei's broad back gave me a sense of security I had never felt before.
David turned his head and said, "Little one, how about I be your dad?" I hesitated, wanting to agree, but then I thought, if I agreed, it would be tantamount to acknowledging him as my father. I just coughed lightly as I hesitated. David continued, "Fuck you, I told you to call me 'uncle' at school and you wouldn't, now I'm telling you to call me 'dad'!" Yes, I've always been thin and weak, introverted and insecure, not a good student, and my family wasn't warm. I was often bullied by classmates at school. That time, after evening self-study, David stopped me and asked me to call him 'uncle.' I didn't, and ran away under the cover of darkness. David turned his head and said, "People are all different. A father is a father, and a son is a son. You can't run away!" I looked at the man in front of me, only a year or two older than me, with a burly figure, thick hair, and a mature masculine aura, unlike my biological father, who was timid and cowardly.
Dawei and I drove into the house. Dawei grumbled, "I brought Xiao back." Mom rushed out to greet us, pulling me aside and saying, "Xiao, why are you acting like a child? Running away like that? Even though you were classmates, things are different now. Xiao, Mom's been with him for months now. We're not legally married, but it's only a matter of time! Your dad and I couldn't stand each other anymore. I've been a wimp for half my life, and I finally found someone whose temperament and personality I like. His family is well-off, and he hasn't looked down on me. You've always been sensible. Can't you understand Mom's feelings?" I looked at Mom's pleading eyes and nodded. Mom happily wiped away her tears and said, "He likes you to call him Dad. That's just his personality. He's a real man, unlike your dad who's a wimp. Mom likes that! Can you call him that?" Mom wanted me to acknowledge him!
We went inside. I sat on the sofa watching TV, and Mom went to the kitchen. I could hear the sound of a shower coming from the bathroom.
A moment later, Dawei emerged, shirtless, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His muscular physique clearly indicated he was an athlete; sparse chest hair extended downwards, connecting with the thick hair below his deep, round navel, winding through the white towel. His thick legs were also covered in body hair.
He leaned back on the sofa, his large, fair, rosy feet propped up on the large coffee table, clearly the man of the house. He reached for a cigarette, sniffing it. Mom poked her head out from the kitchen and winked at me, saying, "Xiao, light your dad's cigarette." I stood up, walked to Dawei, lit the lighter, and called the young man "Dad."
I knelt down, and Dawei leaned over to look at me, lit the cigarette, took a drag, exhaled, and a hint of authority appeared on his face: "Yes, Xiao, sit down!" I obediently sat on the sofa. Thus, the two men, roughly the same age, transitioned from classmates to father and son. Mom said happily, "Son, chat with your dad for a while. I'll cook a few dishes, and you two can have a drink." She emphasized the words "you two"! After
Mom finished cooking, the three of us ate together like this for the first time. Mom was very happy, constantly putting food on my plate, and even more so on my young dad. Mom also let us drink some wine, a kind of medicinal wine, a health tonic. Mom said to Dawei's dad, "Look at you, coming out in just a towel. Don't catch a cold. Let me get you a bathrobe!" Mom brought the bathrobe: "Go back inside and change. The child is here!" Dawei looked at me and said, "Your mom's shy! What's there to be afraid of? He's our own child. Right? Son, haven't seen Dad's muscles yet? Dad will show them to his son today." Saying this, he pulled off the towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his burly physique, his entire body muscular, his thick thighs, his strong arms, his abdominal muscles covered in hair; his lower abdomen was a thick patch, a huge python slightly erect between his legs, a thick, long penis, large testicles, the foreskin retracted, revealing a pink glans. My young dad exuded the scent of male hormones.
"How about it? Little one, isn't Dad strong? Look at you, like a little chick, not even as thick as Dad's gun!"
" Little one, come exercise with Dad!"
"Alright, alright, don't talk nonsense in front of the child. Put this on, don't catch a cold," Mom said, holding up the bathrobe. Looking at Dad's body, who was only two years older than me, I felt shy, excited, and inferior. People are different; Dawei's body was mature and noble, while mine was insignificant and lowly. My face was red, perhaps because of the alcohol.
"Dad is Dad, how can I compare to him?" I said. Dawei laughed heartily, his livid chin gleaming: "Little one, Dad loves to hear that!" Mom, seeing Dad's delight, said to me, "Little one, pour your dad a few drinks; he's happy today." I stood up and walked to Dad. Dawei's dad happily said to my mom, "Damn it, Dad's happy today! I got a son who can talk so well for free. I've never seen anyone so eloquent! Dad, have a few drinks!" I picked up Dawei's glass and poured him a few drinks. Mom looked at us happily, her hand stroking Dawei's thick thigh. She hadn't seen such a harmonious family atmosphere in a long time.
Dawei said, "Little one, we're destined to be together. We were classmates, and now we're father and son. I'm your dad! You're my son! You have to listen to me! With me by your side, no one will dare bully you!" I agreed.
Dawei drank a few more glasses, his face turning rosy, and he became very excited, his eyes bright. Whether it was the alcohol or the fact that he seemed pleased with me calling him "Dad," Dawei started pulling Mom's hand towards his large penis. Mom pulled her hand back, but Dawei pulled it back again, laughing, "Let Xiao kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, call me 'Dad,' that'll acknowledge me as your father!" Mom looked at me.
"Come on, Xiao, kneel down and kowtow to your father," Dawei said, turning to me. His words perhaps stirred up my sense of inferiority. I knelt before Dawei. He straightened his bathrobe, put one leg on the armrest of the chair, revealing his large penis. I kowtowed three times, shouting, "Dad, Liu Dawei is my real father!" Dawei happily replied,
"Good son!"
After the ceremony, I looked up and saw that Dawei's penis was hard, erect, the large, red glans pointing upwards like a noble head. It seemed Dawei was a bit excited and wanted to have sex with my mother. I was a little uncomfortable, so I said, "Dad, you and Mom drink. I'm going to sleep. I have class tomorrow." Dawei said, "Go ahead, son." Leaving them behind, I went upstairs.
(III)
I lay in my room, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to sleep. I didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or because Dawei had stirred up my sense of inferiority. Dawei's face flashed in the darkness, with a high nose bridge, red lips, and a shaved chin. His slight smile carried a hint of roguishness.
I could vaguely hear heavy breathing outside. I quietly got out of bed and went to the door. I slowly opened the door and saw my mother kneeling in front of Liu Dawei's crotch through the crack. She was holding his thick, long penis and sticking out her tongue to lick Dawei's glans like a dog. The foreskin had completely retracted, revealing the purplish-red glans. The glans was very large and full, like a delicious plum, which made my mother stick out her tongue to lick it.
The young man I called Dad, Liu Dawei, was panting heavily, enjoying the service of the woman beneath him. Dad's hands stroked Mom's head as he slowly inserted his thick, hot penis into her mouth, thrusting in and out, penetrating deeper and deeper. Dad groaned, and Mom, kneeling beneath him, made muffled sounds.
"Slut, you cheap cunt, serve me well!" the young Dad commanded, repeatedly thrusting his large penis into Mom's mouth, his thick thighs clamping Mom's head between his legs, his firm buttocks thrusting forward. Mom suddenly stopped, pulling out Dad's large penis, gagging intermittently. "Grandpa, I can't take it anymore, I feel like throwing up," Mom said.
Seeing this scene, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and quietly knelt down, stroking my already erect penis.
Dawei stood up from the chair, took off his bathrobe, and now, standing, Dad was 182 cm tall, making Mom's slender body appear even smaller. She was now completely kneeling beneath Dawei, embracing his thick thighs, and constantly kissing his testicles.
Dawei's father, holding Mom's head between his thighs, said, "Lie down on the sofa. I'm going to fuck your slutty cunt and let you taste how powerful a man's cock is." Mom said, "No, my period hasn't come yet! I'm afraid I'm pregnant." Dawei, with his head down, said, "Pregnant? It's only been a few days, fuck your mother, so fast?" He added,
"Damn it, what are you afraid of? I'll raise the child! It's my seed anyway, and I'm going to fuck it today!" Mom said,
"Then go slower, don't go in too deep, don't use too much force."
Dawei dragged Mom from between his legs onto the sofa, lifted her legs, and standing, thrust his 20-centimeter-long cock into her cunt. Dad kept moving his body, his thick cock moving in and out of Mom's cunt rapidly, her labia being turned inside out, the bodies colliding making "slap slap slap" sounds.
Dawei's father thrust his hips forward repeatedly, sweat streaming down his back. "I'm going to fuck you to death today!" he roared, brandishing his enormous penis and relentlessly plunging the purplish-red glans into the deepest part of my mother's vagina. He rubbed his coronal sulcus against the cervix that had once carried me to life, deriving pleasure from the sensation. Dawei's father groaned with pleasure as he pounded into my mother's cunt.
Perhaps my moans from masturbating reached Dawei's father, for he called out in a gruff voice, "Hey kid, stop hiding and peeking! Come see how your dad fucks your mother." I was startled and practically crawled to Dawei's side. My mother's legs were spread wide open by Dawei's father, his penis thrusting in and out of her cunt. Seeing me kneeling beside them, her face flushed crimson, and she shook her head, uttering muffled moans.
I knelt behind Dawei's ass, masturbating, watching up close as his young penis, only a year or two older than me, forcefully thrust into my mother's cunt. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but not long after I knelt down, Mom's vagina started gushing with lustful fluid, so much so that each of Dad's thrusts made a "plop" sound, and the fluid flowed down Mom's perineum to her buttocks and onto the sofa.
I heard my father, Dawei, say above me, "Little one, am I your real father?" "Yes, Dad, I'm your real father," I replied.
"Did you see me fucking your mother? Hmm?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Do you know how you came to be, little one?"
"I'm the result of you fucking my mother, Dad."
"Hmm, good son, truly worthy of being my seed." Dawei's father said, speeding up, his breathing becoming heavier, "Fucking you out is tiring too! Little one, call me Dad, keep calling, hurry up!" Dawei commanded me.
I knelt behind Dawei's father, sticking out my tongue to lick his firm buttocks, while Dawei's father's buttocks kept slamming against my face. "Dad, Liu Dawei is my real dad..." I shouted, panting. Dawei's dad responded, "Little, little, son..." Mom climaxed, moaning, "Ah... ah..." A fishy, pungent smell of vaginal fluid wafted from between their genitals into my nose. Dawei's dad fucked even harder, his thick pubic hair-covered scrotum swaying back and forth, slapping against my chin. My tongue then licked his scrotum until Dawei's dad let out an "Ah!" and straightened his back, ejaculating his semen, planting his seed in Mom's uterus. As Dawei's son, I also vigorously masturbated, ejaculating into the white slippers Dawei's dad was wearing.
(IV)
The next morning, I got up and saw Mom busy preparing breakfast. "Is Dad still sleeping?" I asked. "Your dad got up even earlier than you; he went out for his workout. He wants you to get up and find him," Mom said. "I drank too much yesterday, don't blame me. Your dad may be young and sometimes a bit rough around the edges, but he's a real man and knows how to care for me. I really like him." "I know what Mom means, isn't it just that I like Liu Dawei's manly charm and having a warm shoulder to lean on? Can't I treat him like my own father?" I said, but in my heart I was thinking: Could it be that Liu Dawei's big penis is giving Mom the pleasure and nourishment of love?
"Xiao, go find your dad and work out with him!"
"Okay, Mom, I'm going to find Dad."
I ran out of the house and soon saw young, sunny Liu Dawei—my dad, dressed in sportswear and white running shoes. I called out, "Dad!" Dawei: "Hmm, little one, come run with Dad." So the two of us, one tall and one short, ran along the road... Dawei: "Little one, do you know how I became your dad?"
"How would I know how Dad met Mom?"
"Little one, your dad's an athlete, training at the city sports institute. In the afternoons, when I'm free, I usually just hang out. One day, I was playing pool at the arcade. Since there were no other customers, your mom joined me. She wasn't very good, but she made a bet with me, saying if she lost, I could do whatever I wanted. I won, and that's how I ended up with your mom. And let me tell you, your mom's pussy is pretty tight, but my dick is bigger. I fucked her until she was screaming 'Grandpa,' and her pussy was dripping wet. That's how I got her. Damn it, I never thought she'd be your mother! I fucked your mom, tell me, am I not your dad, little one?" "Yes, yes, you're my dad. Can't I treat you like my own father? From now on, whatever you say, I'll listen to you." "Hmm, that's more like me, Liu Dawei's little one, like the seed I've slept with." We ran and chatted, but deep down I knew that my own mother had fallen for Liu Dawei first, and for some reason, I was starting to like him as a father too.
I ran home with my young father. As soon as Dawei got home, he went to take a shower. My mother looked at me and said, "Xiao, go take a shower with your dad. You're all sweaty."
(V)
I obediently walked to the bathroom. This was what I wanted. I had never taken a shower with my father before.
"Xiao, scrub your dad's back and lather him with soap. Be good, child. Don't treat him like your classmate anymore, okay, Xiao?" My mother said from behind.
"Okay."
When I walked into the bathroom, Dawei was shirtless and taking off his pants. When he saw me come in, he said, "Xiao, are you taking a shower with Dad?" "Yes! Dad, is that okay?"
"Okay! Xiao, if you take a shower with Dad, you have to serve Dad, okay, Xiao. Hehe!" Dawei's face had a hint of roguishness. His slightly upturned mouth revealed a few white teeth. His stubble had appeared on his chin overnight.
"Little one, take your clothes off first, then serve your father."
I quickly took off my clothes. Dawei had already taken off his pants. I put away my and my father's clothes and shoes, standing awkwardly behind Dawei. Dawei was holding onto the wall with one hand and taking off his white socks with the other. "Dad, let me do it!" I squatted down to help Dawei take off his socks. Dawei's socks were very white and thick at the soles. I tried to pull them off Dawei's feet, but my foot slipped, and I knelt on the tiles.
Dawei's father laughed above me: "Looks like you can't not kneel in front of your father! Kneeling in front of your father is the best posture, and the safest, right? Little one." I replied: "Yes! Father, God made me fall for you, it's truly destiny!" "Little one, are you shy about kneeling in front of your father? I'm your father! Little one, it's not shameful! Little one." Yes, I've already called him father, what's there to be shy about? I simply knelt before Dawei. Before me stood Dawei like an insurmountable mountain—tall, imposing, and robust. His not-so-dark skin was covered in body hair, and his muscular abdomen was covered in thick pubic hair. A bulging white pair of briefs was right in front of my face.
Before this magnificent man, I suddenly felt my own insignificance and humiliation. I grabbed Dawei's thick thighs: "What's so shameful about this! I'm practically clinging to your powerful legs, Dad." Dawei laughed heartily. I took off Dawei's dad's socks, revealing his white, tender, pink soles. Dawei laughed and stretched his feet towards my face: "Little one, smell Daddy's feet, do they smell bad?" I felt a warmth mixed with a faint fragrance, and replied, "Daddy's big feet don't smell bad at all, they smell really good! Daddy's an athlete, so his feet are very soft!" "Little one, Daddy's feet never smell bad, they're dry. Little one, lick them a couple of times first, remember the smell of Daddy's feet, and then let Little one lick Daddy's feet again." I stuck out my tongue and licked Dawei's tender soles. He asked, "Remembered, little one?" "Remembered, Daddy." "Little one, come and take off Daddy's pants." As he spoke, Daddy took a step forward and spread his legs. I was already kneeling between Dawei's legs. Dad was rubbing his big cock with his hand. I smelled a mixture of soap and male odor, and I couldn't help but press my face against Dad's underwear and take a few deep breaths. Dad asked, "Does it smell good, little one?" I replied, "It smells good." I pulled down Dad's underwear, and his big cock jumped out and hit my face.
Under Dad's shiny pubic hair, his big, long cock was slightly erect. The thick penis was at least 20 centimeters long, with two huge testicles hanging below. The foreskin at the tip of the penis slightly revealed the round, big glans. "Is Daddy's dick big? Bigger than yours?" Dawei said. I looked at my already erect dick, which was small and short, and said, "Daddy's dick is so thick, so long, so big! Much bigger than yours." "Fuck you, Daddy's dick is bigger than your head. Daddy conquered your mother with this gun and fucked you into existence! Small." Dawei, who was only two years older than me, spoke as if he were the father who created my life. He had completely forgotten me, who was kneeling between his legs and was once his classmate. He made me believe that it was his magnificent dick between his legs that created my insignificant life. I was just a product of his young body, belonging to his lineage. Dawei's great, creative male dick was the original origin of my life, and his spread legs between his legs were my warm home!
(VI)
"Yes! Dad," I said from between Dawei's legs, "you are my real dad, I am your real son, you made me out of my mom. Dad, without you, there would be no me!" "Fuck you, kid, you've finally found your home, found your roots, you've finally returned to your ancestral home today.
Kid, why don't you bow down!" Dawei said gruffly.
I hugged Dawei's thick legs, looked at his magnificent penis, and kowtowed deeply between his legs. Dawei looked at me, his body gradually reacting. I saw his thick, long penis slowly erect, the foreskin retracting to reveal a tender, red, full glans.
After I finished kowtowing, Dawei's huge penis was fully erect, the bulging veins wrapped around the python, the bright red glans like a proud head. Suddenly, a stream of urine shot out from the deep, long penis. I heard my young father, Dawei, say, "Let Dad wash you first, so you can carry Dad's scent. This means Dad is certain that you were born from Dad's own fucking of your mother." I was instantly bathed in Dawei's father's urine, which had a strong, pungent smell. Dawei's urine poured over my head, flowing over my face and body. Dad said, "Little one, it must have been tiring for Dad to fuck your mother to give birth to you! Come on, open your mouth and drink a couple of sips." I drank Dawei's father's fresh morning urine in big gulps. It was so familiar, as if I had really been shot out from Dawei's penis. I had completely merged into Dawei's body.
The urination stopped. Dawei's father, trembling with his large penis, rubbed the bright red glans against my mouth, making me drink the remaining urine. Dawei said, "This counts as my little 'third-day bath,' a new life after finding your father. Remember this day, little one." "Dad, I remember!"
Dawei started lathering his head with shampoo. I knelt between Dawei's father's legs, lathering his penis, legs, and feet with soap. Dawei used the shampoo on my head, stroking my hair, then spread his legs, cupped my head, and inserted his erect penis into my mouth: "Take a bath with Dad's penis in your mouth, little one." I knelt between Dawei's father's legs, my mouth filled with his penis, looking into his eyes. Dawei, my father, smiled, turned on the shower, and water poured down, onto Dawei's head, body, and chest, flowing down his pubic hair, onto my head and body, and down his penis into my mouth.
(vii)
During the early days of living with Dawei’s parents, I kept thinking, why would a young, handsome, and well-off man like Dawei fall for my mother who was no longer young? What was the reason?
Dawei’s family included his father, who was the director of the Education Bureau (43 years old), his mother, who was a retired woman (45 years old), and two older sisters, the eldest sister (26 years old) and the second sister (24 years old). He was the only boy in the family.
Although he grew up in a rural area (a town right next to our hometown) (his father was a teacher and his mother a rural woman), he was pampered and developed a domineering, masculine personality; even his two nephews were afraid of him. Following rural custom, his two older sisters married after graduating from junior high school, leaving Dawei alone at home. Later, his father rose through the ranks, leaving the school to become the director of the education bureau, and the whole family moved from their hometown to the city. His mother also secured an early retirement.
Actually, someone like Dawei, with his background, would have been married and had children long ago in his hometown, but he didn't dare do so in the city. Many girls pursued him during his school years, but Dawei ignored them all. This was because Dawei was rather traditional; he preferred virtuous, submissive women, and didn't like women who offered themselves to him. Perhaps this was due to his rural upbringing. Then he met his mother, who had divorced and moved from their hometown to the city to open a shop.
On the day of Dawei's first time with his mother, she was actually the victim. After losing a bet to Dawei in a pool game, he asked how she would repay him. His mother simply smiled and warmly invited him to dinner at her home. After several rounds of food and drinks, she simply took a shower, put on her pajamas, and didn't mention anything about how she would repay him. Dawei, his eyes red with lust, used a belt to tie her hands, gagged her with his sock, and raped her.
Dawei derives immense satisfaction from this ("forced") act, fucking her for two hours straight, constantly changing positions, ejaculating and then fucking her again, three times in a row, until he collapses naked and exhausted on the sofa. When Dawei wakes up, his mother doesn't report it to the police, nor could she. She simply asks him to come to the arcade often. From then on, Dawei's pent-up testosterone found an outlet.
Later, Dawei moves in with his mother and stops going back to his dorm at the sports academy.
In the early days of living with Dawei, my young father, Dawei, always brought up that one time, saying that Mom had seduced him. I don't know why he would tell me these things, and that sly, satisfied smile in his eyes—was Dawei experiencing the thrill of conquering Mom, or was he trying to humiliate me to gain my acceptance as his father and the thrill of me calling him "Dad" wholeheartedly?
"Little one, the first time I fucked your mom, when Dad shoved his big cock into your mom's cunt, she cried out, so Dad pulled off his socks and stuffed them into her mouth. Your mom's cunt was pretty tight, fucking your mom, mainly because your mom hadn't even met your dad since giving birth to you! After
a couple of thrusts, your mom's cunt was fucking wet, so hot that my big cock was burning hot, it felt fucking good. My big cock went all the way to your mom's cervix, fucking your mom until she was moaning, and later I..." Take the sock out of your mother's mouth and keep fucking her cunt. Fuck her until she climaxes several times, then, in a daze, she clings to my head, calling out, "Dad, Grandpa." Her cries drive me crazy. It feels so fucking good, so good that I thrust my huge glans into her uterus. Her cervix is like her little mouth licking my coronal sulcus, her juices gushing onto my glans.
I fucked her for over an hour before I ejaculated. Your mother was crawling at my feet like a dog, pounding away... Licking my feet aroused your father, and he mounted me again, fucking your mother's cunt from behind. This time, he fucked her even deeper, making your mother cry out, "Dad, fuck me to death!" and "Grandpa, fuck me to death!" Your father felt like he had a cannon at his feet, and he ejaculated after half an hour. Dawei's father looked at me, stretched out his big hands, one stroking my head, the other rubbing his crotch: "Little one, isn't Dad amazing? Strong, right? Can you not call me Dad?" I looked at this man who was only slightly older than me... Two-year-old Dawei, the young father, called out, "Dad." Dawei laughed and said, "Fuck your mother, can you not call me? I am your real father, you know? Little one. Fuck your mother, if you can't take it anymore, Dad will put you back in the furnace, Dad will use his big cock to fuck you into an embryo and fuck you into your mother's cunt, Dad will use his big cock to fuck you out, let's see if you call me Dad! Do you recognize your father!" "Dad, I know, you are my real father, isn't that enough? Who doesn't like having a strong and powerful father behind them!" I said. Dawei laughed "hahaha," his chin flashing with a bluish light.
(VIII)
The days passed uneventfully. My mother, Dawei, and I lived like a family. Every day, my father and I would go for a run, and then I would go to school, while Dawei would go to the sports academy to find a coach to train his specialty. Sometimes when I came back, I would see my mother giving Dawei's father a massage to relax his muscles. Sometimes at night, I would see Dawei's father tying my mother up and fucking her with his huge cock.
Right under my nose, Dawei was constantly having sex with my mother. Gradually, she lost all sense of shame, becoming as wanton as a slut, never shying away from intercourse or oral sex. Meanwhile, young Dawei's father became increasingly excited, seemingly possessed by inexhaustible energy, often having sex with my mother to the point of ecstasy right in front of me. I increasingly felt that Dawei was just like my biological father, no different from him. His relationship with my mother was like that of husband and wife, and what they did seemed normal. It was just that Dawei's father would intentionally or unintentionally let me witness these actions, giving me a slight thrill.
Until one day, my life changed. My biological father passed away! He died of alcohol poisoning after drinking excessively while entertaining clients. I took a few days off to handle my father's funeral arrangements, secretly shedding tears. After all, my father loved me; he was just a rather honest man. My mother was also somewhat saddened, but she recovered within a few days and didn't return to her hometown.
After handling my father's funeral and settling our belongings (the old house, compensation money, and the savings my father left me), I went to my mother's house without any worries.
In the morning, I stayed in my room, not wanting to get up. Dawei came into my room, sat on the edge of the bed, and stroked my hair. "Little one, get up and go for a run with Dad. Don't think about it anymore. Being sad won't help. The sky won't fall. You still have Dad, right? From now on, I'll be your real dad. Dad will treat you like his own son. You'll have the same fatherly love that other children have, and you'll have what others don't!" I looked at young Dawei saying these words. I never expected it. He's only two years older than me! Only 18 years old. But now, in my eyes, he's not only physically mature but also mentally mature. He's mature, steady, and reliable. I wonder if it's because he interacts with people in society often. He's like a real man, daring to shoulder heavy responsibilities and having a sense of duty.
I buried my face in Dawei's chest and burst into tears, calling him "Dad" from the bottom of my heart. But it was during dinner that day that Mom said to Dawei's dad in front of me, "I might be pregnant, Dawei. I just took a pregnancy test and it came back positive." Dawei was very excited and said, "Really? We'll raise the baby, it'll be my child!" "But, we're like this..." Mom was referring to the fact that they weren't married yet. Dawei said, "It's okay, we'll talk about it after the baby is born. If you won't raise it, I will!" Mom was moved like a fool and just said, "I really didn't misjudge you. I've found a strong backer this time..." I knew this day would come, but it wouldn't be today. I said, "Dad, Mom, maybe my dad was reincarnated into our family?" Mom was stunned. Dawei looked at me and said, "Little one, if your dad was reincarnated into our family, he's still my child. He's my little one, and he has to call me Dad!"
(IX)
Since Mom got pregnant, Dawei's dad had more opportunities to go out and play. Sometimes he would drink a little alcohol, and Mom didn't dare to say anything, afraid of upsetting him.
That evening, when I got home from school, I saw Dawei's dad asleep on the sofa with the TV on, his feet on the coffee table, his shoes still on. I figured he'd been drinking again, and Mom was sleeping in her room. I quietly closed the door and was about to go back inside when Dawei woke up: "Xiao, come here, sit down and talk to Dad." I obediently went to Dawei's dad.
"Xiao, come and take off Dad's shoes, Dad's very tired today." Looking at Dawei's dad's stern eyes, I knelt down in front of the coffee table. "Kneel down and take them off!" I had no choice but to kneel down and take off Dawei's dad's sneakers with both hands. A wave of heat hit me, along with a faint smell of rubber and laundry detergent.
"Little one, smell Daddy's feet." I smelled Dawei's feet; the white socks on the soles were faintly red, those were Dawei's tender soles. I took a deep breath. Dawei looked at me: "Little one, do Daddy's feet smell good? Take off Daddy's socks and lick his feet. Every night your mom massages my feet before bed, but today she's asleep, so you serve Daddy." As he spoke, Dawei spread his legs, and I took off his white socks, revealing his pair of tender, red soles. Those tender, red soles trembled in front of me, his toes interlacing. Dawei's skin was very white and thin, but his feet were dry, not sweating much. When it was hot, the soles would turn very red, and the smell wasn't very strong, only developing a slight odor after wearing them for many days. I stuck out my tongue and licked Dawei's soles. My Dawei father was shirtless, smoking and watching TV. It was the first time I had ever licked a man's feet.
Dawei's father said, "Little one, lick Daddy's toes, lick each one." I started to lie on Dawei's feet, putting his toes in my mouth and sucking on them with my tongue. Dawei's father began to stroke his hairy chest muscles, occasionally closing his eyes, enjoying his son's service at his feet.
I felt so lowly, especially in front of Dawei, I felt a deep sense of inferiority, feeling insignificant, while Dawei was the noble one! He was only two years older than me, yet he was now not only my father, but also about to become my legal stepfather! And I could only watch this young Dawei take it for granted, having sex with my mother right in front of me, calling him "Dad"!
And I was kneeling at his feet, serving him, licking his feet! Dawei called me "little one," lying down and putting his feet in my mouth, enjoying me, as his son, licking his tender feet! Can the difference between people be so great? Yes, in his presence, I sensed that he was more mature than me in his dealings with others, and physically more mature than most.
Since he became my father, sometimes when he took me out to play with some of his friends from the community, Dawei would introduce me to them as his son, the youngest, and make me call him "Dad" in front of them. Dawei would also make me call his friends "Uncle" or "Grandpa," and they would all laugh and reply, "Little one." In fact, some of them weren't much older than me, some were the same age as me, or even younger, but I still called them that, giving Dawei plenty of face. Dawei was very satisfied and praised me for being sensible.
Dawei forcefully shoved his tender feet into my mouth: "Little one, call me Daddy!" With one of Dawei's feet stuffed in my mouth, I mumbled, "Daddy..." Dawei's hand moved from his chest to his genitals, gently rubbing them: "Mmm... good, little one... mmm... good, little one..." After a while, Dawei suddenly signaled me to stop, then stood up, took off his jeans and white briefs, leaned back on the sofa, and said, "Little one, come and lick Daddy's cock, Daddy hasn't fucked your mother for days." I crawled over on my knees like a dog and lay between Dawei's legs. Dawei's father put his legs on the coffee table, and I knelt between his legs, my head completely buried between Dawei's legs.
Dawei's dad pulled his underwear over my head, leaving only his eyes exposed. Then he blindfolded me with his white socks, grabbed my hair, and shoved his already erect penis into my mouth. My mouth was immediately filled with Dawei's thick, long penis, but it wasn't fully inserted.
Dawei thrust his hips, rubbing his penis against my mouth. I clenched my teeth tightly to avoid hurting him, and gently brushed his shaft with my tongue. I felt Dawei's penis was very hard, as hard as a large meat stick. No wonder Mom felt so good when he fucked her, and treated that big penis like a treasure. The full, huge glans kept hitting
the inside of my throat. Dawei groaned comfortably, but I felt nauseous. Dawei saw my expression and slowed down a little, but he continued to fuck my mouth. After a while, his heavy groans grew faster and faster, making me feel like I was about to vomit. Dawei finally stopped: "Little one, is Daddy's cock too big? Hmm?" "Yes! Daddy, your cock is too thick and big, my mouth is already full." I spat out Dawei's cock and gasped for breath.
"Fuck you, it's even more unbearable than your mother's!" Then Dawei stood up, took off the socks covering my eyes, and made me take off my clothes and lie on the back of the sofa with my head hanging in the air. I watched Dawei's father walk over with his erect cock, lift my head, and shove the purplish-red glans into my mouth. Then he used his thick thighs to clamp my cheeks, and my face was blocked by Dawei's father's two big balls, only my eyes showing as I looked at his hairy crotch.
Dawei's father was fucking my mouth and pounding into my throat. I clung tightly to his broad back, hanging upside down as he fucked my mouth. With each thrust, my face was slapped by his two huge testicles. Dawei's penis went deeper and deeper, and my breathing space became smaller and smaller. I could hear Dawei's father's heavy breathing becoming more and more rapid.
"Little...little...my little..." Dawei's father groaned. I could feel his big penis getting hard and hot, burning my mouth. Suddenly, Dawei's father thrust his thick, child-arm-like penis into my throat. My throat suddenly felt hot as Dawei's father's large glans, like a small steamed bun, was already inside my esophagus. "Fuck you, little, your mouth is tighter than your mother's cunt, I'm so happy!
Little..."
Dawei's father's thick penis thrust faster and faster. Perhaps because he was getting more and more pleasure, I could feel the walls of my esophagus being rubbed by the coronal sulcus under his purplish-red glans. Dawei's father's large testicles were pressed against my nostrils, making it hard for me to breathe; my head was trapped between Dawei's father's thick thighs, my brain throbbing with blood; my vision was blurred by the sweat dripping from Dawei's father's pubic hair mixed with my tears, my hands unconsciously clinging to Dawei's father's broad back, slippery with sweat.
My consciousness was fading, all I could hear was Dawei's father's heavy breathing, my stomach was churning, acid was rising little by little. "Little... let Daddy feed you, little, I'll nourish you..." Dawei's father let out an "Ahhh," and the waist in my hands suddenly thrust forward, his thick legs clamping my head, lifting his spread heels, his body surging.
In my hazy state, I could feel Dawei's large penis throbbing inside my mouth, spurting out streams of semen from the urethral opening that was pressing against my esophagus. The thick, salty, white semen flowed down my esophagus, stretched open by the large glans, into my already boiling stomach… Another portion flowed down my upside-down throat into my nasal cavity, gushing out of my nostrils like snot and hanging from my lips.
Dawei then pulled out his large penis with a "plop," pulled my face, already soaked with his sweat, from between his legs, and dragged me back from the brink of death. My consciousness slowly returned, my stomach feeling like it was filled with Dawei's semen. After calming down, my father, Dawei, stroked my wet hair with both hands. I wiped the semen from my nostrils, and through my blurry eyes, I saw Dawei's erect penis, its purplish-red glans stained with red blood mixed with white semen, dripping out in long lines... Dawei hugged me tightly: "Little one, so little one, you're the little one I fucked." I rolled off the sofa and knelt between Dawei's bare, thick thighs, licking his two large, drooping testicles. With one hand, I masturbated with my own hard, short, engorged, purplish-red penis, while the other hand held Dawei's thick, powerful, hairy thighs. Dawei just spread his legs and looked at me, saying, "So little..." Kneeling between Dawei's legs, I felt like I had found a warm home, a safe haven beneath my young father, enveloped in his loving fatherly affection. In a hazy, flushed state, I cried out, "Dad, you're my real dad! Liu Dawei is my real dad! I was born from Liu Dawei! Dad, I'm your little... Dad, I'm your little..." Then I ejaculated. I collapsed onto Dawei's tender feet, embracing them and licking them... Ever since that night, I don't know why, but whenever I see my Dawei, I'm completely conquered by him. My knees give way, and Dawei awakens the subservience deep within me! Perhaps Dawei doesn't actually want to conquer anything; maybe it's just the daily surge of his testosterone. But I've already been conquered by Dawei's masculine charm!
As Mom's pregnancy symptoms worsened, she grew increasingly anxious because Dawei and Mom weren't officially married yet, only living together. Almost every day, Mom would gently discuss things with Dawei when he was happy. Finally, Dawei's father agreed to take wedding photos with Mom, and they would discuss the actual wedding after the baby was born. Even though Mom wasn't happy, there was nothing she could do; she loved Dawei's father so much she had lost herself!
Besides, Dawei's father hadn't even graduated high school, so his family was definitely against it. Mom's family had also consistently opposed the marriage, and they had argued about it several times. A few days later, Mom happily dragged Dawei's father to take wedding photos.
Mom's belly grew bigger day by day. Dawei's father told Mom not to overwork herself and closed the arcade, only opening the grocery store. Whether Dawei's father was worried about Mom being tired or just concerned for her, I don't know. Dawei's father continued as usual, living with Mom and me from Monday to Friday, going back to my parents' house on Saturdays, and returning on Sundays, living like a typical family.
Safety is a married man's style. When Dawei's father is home, Mom is full of energy every day, busy as ever. Even if Dawei's father is just sitting on the sofa or lying in bed doing nothing, Mom is happy. But on Saturdays, Mom becomes listless and anxious. Mom didn't expect Dawei's dad to help her with anything. Even though Dawei's dad didn't have much income (he was still a student), Mom still gave him good food and drinks every day. Sometimes, even if she didn't give me pocket money, she would still slip Dawei a few hundred yuan, always saying, "A man can't be without money when he's out and about, in case he has a social engagement." My pocket money was only a few dozen yuan, and I never said a word. Mom saw something in my eyes: "What do kids need money for? You can't compare yourself to your dad. Your dad is an adult, he has to have social engagements, he can't always let others pay for him, can he? A man has to have face. You..." I didn't say anything more, but Mom always made me go with Dawei when he had social engagements: "Go with your dad, help serve him. Look how mature your dad is, how steady he is in dealing with people! Learn from your dad, don't be like your father, clueless, when you enter society. If your dad hadn't asked someone for help last time, you would have been in jail for a few days!" I was speechless and could only obey.
Not many people know that Dawei and I are father and son; it's limited to a few of Dawei's sworn brothers, like Uncle Liu from the police station last time. I've accompanied Dawei to a few of his social events. I remember one afternoon, Dawei was going out to play ball, and Mom, seeing I had nothing to do, asked me to carry his clothes and shoes.
Dawei spurred his motorcycle out and called to me, "Little one, come on, let's play ball with Dad." "Dad, I can't play. I'll just watch you play from the court!" "Fuck you! Little one, you learn! Dad will teach you," Dawei said.
Dawei drove me to the city stadium. He took off his clothes, shoes, and socks, changed, and then had me watch over him. Once on the field, Dawei was full of energy. I sat on the sidelines, hugging the clothes and shoes he had just taken off. The clothes exuded a charming masculine scent, and inside the shoes were the white socks he had just taken off. I know Dawei's dad is a clean freak. Every day, Mom washes his white socks and underwear. The things that hang out to dry most often are Dawei's white socks and underwear, even though some aren't actually dirty. Mom just does it all the time.
Seeing that Dawei's shoes weren't damp, I glanced around. No one was around. I buried my face deep inside Dawei's shoes and inhaled deeply. There was a faint leather scent. I really wanted to inhale the aroma from Dawei's shoes deeply, to breathe it into my lungs. I took out Dawei's white socks and smelled them. There wasn't much of a smell, just a slight residue of laundry detergent and the sweet scent of cotton.
They say a man's scent is his feet. Dawei's dad's feet don't smell very strong! I don't know why, but even though Dawei is tall and strong and exercises all day, his feet don't sweat much; they're just slightly dry. I secretly stuffed one of Dawei's dad's white socks into my mouth, covered it with my hands, and watched my young Dawei dad sweat profusely on the court. He didn't know that off the court, his son was sucking on the white sock he had taken off, inhaling the faint scent of Dawei's tender feet.
(X)
I was burying my face in Dawei's socks and sneakers, indulging in his scent and feeling drowsy. "Little one, little one, asleep? Come on, let's go eat with Dad." I suddenly looked up and saw Dawei and two handsome young men standing in front of me.
"Little one, don't you recognize your sixth uncle? Call him uncle!" It turned out to be the sixth uncle from the police station. I called out, "Uncle!" He responded with a smile. "This is your eighth uncle." Dawei's dad introduced him again. "Eighth uncle!" I called out to a man younger than Dawei.
Uncle Liu's name is Zhang Haiyang, 24 years old, a policeman; Uncle Ba's name is Wu Zhe, 17 years old, he and Dad Dawei trained together, we were in the same year.
"Little one, you came with your dad? Little one." Uncle Liu asked. "Yes, I came to look at clothes and shoes for my dad." I said. "Is this Dawei's son? Dawei, he looks so big, he looks familiar!" Uncle Ba said to Dad Dawei. "Yes! He really is my son. Does he look familiar? We were classmates, he only calls me dad because I'm related to his mom! Right? Little one." I quickly replied, "Yes." "Hmm...hehe, not bad! Dawei, you became a dad without even trying! Hehe, you picked up such a big kid without any effort, why can't I pick one?" Uncle Ba said with a smile.
"Damn, how big is your dick? Even though I didn't fuck him, I've fucked his mother, haven't I? It's the same size as mine! Right, little one?" Dawei retorted to Uncle Ba. "Hmm~~" I supported Dawei's dad.
"Damn, I don't believe it!" Uncle Ba laughed as he looked at me, who was sitting on the ground hugging Dawei's dad's clothes. Dawei's dad looked at Uncle Ba: "Damn, is this fake? Let me show you!" As he spoke, Dawei's dad walked up to me, spread his legs, and straddled my head. I sat on Dawei's dad's magnificent crotch. Dawei, the dad, stroked his crotch and said: "Little one, raise your head and call me Daddy, call me your real daddy!" I sat on the ground, looked at Dawei's dad above me, and shouted: "Daddy, real daddy, my daddy is Liu Dawei." "Impressive! Dawei's family is quite strict! Little one is very obedient." Uncle Ba said, tickling me.
"Of course, he's my own son, like my own child! Nobody can treat him like an outsider, he's my own kid." Dawei said, stepping over my head... Dawei's dad stepped over my head, hands on his hips, legs spread, his chin pursed and raised, a look of pride on his face! Uncle Zhang Haiyang said to my dad Dawei and Uncle Wu Zhe, "Alright, you two stop fooling around. Come on, I'm free today, let's go to my house for a drink. Your sister-in-law went back to her parents' house, it's just me." Zhang Haiyang then said to me, "Little one, come with me, let's go to my house for dinner, get to know my place." I wanted to decline, but my dad Dawei said, "Come on, little one, come play with Dad, we'll be home in a bit, your mom knows you're with Dad, don't worry." With my dad Dawei there, I felt safe.
The four of us bought some food and went to Uncle Zhang Haiyang's house. Uncle Zhang Haiyang's house was on the top floor of the city public security bureau's staff quarters, spacious and simple. As soon as I entered the house, my sixth uncle, Zhang Haiyang, patted my head like an adult and said, "Little one, we're at your uncle's house now. Your aunt isn't home, so please make yourself at home, just like at your dad's house. Don't be shy, little one." I nodded, looking at his young and handsome face.
Afterwards, Uncle Zhang Haiyang busied himself preparing the dishes, while my father, Dawei, and my eighth uncle, Wuzhe, took showers one after the other. They sat on the sofa, each with a towel wrapped around their waist, smoking and chatting. I watched TV with them. My father, Dawei, habitually put his big feet on the coffee table and shook them. My eighth uncle, Wuzhe, smoking a cigarette, smiled and said to me, "Little one, your dad and I grew up together, went to school together, just not in the same class. You and my brothers were classmates in the same grade, about the same age, and you call him 'dad,' can you handle that?" "Damn it, you little rascal, you're up to no good! Tell me, his mother and I are almost having a child, what else should he call me if not 'dad'? Do you think a classmate is older than 'dad'?" Dawei's father retorted again, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
I knew Uncle Ba wanted to know my true thoughts, so I said, "Uncle, although you, my dad, and I were classmates in the same year and are about the same age, my dad and mom are already together, just waiting to get married. My mom is just waiting for my dad to graduate so we can get married. Classmates are nice, we're the same age, but we can't talk about these things anymore. People are different. If I call him 'brother' now, wouldn't that be a generational difference? He treats me like his own son, and I treat him like my own father! Besides, he's my dad now, and you and Uncle are his sworn brothers. Shouldn't I call him 'uncle' and 'uncle' because of my dad?" Uncle Ba, Wu Zhe, said, "Good lad, you're quite sensible!" "From now on, we're uncle and nephew. If we meet at school again, you'll have to call me uncle." I replied, "Okay!" Uncle Wu Zhe continued, "Good boy, have a few drinks with your uncle later, and then the four of us will have some fun!" At the dinner table, I served my father, Dawei, and uncles and great-uncles drinks. After several dishes and rounds of drinks, my father told me to toast my great-uncle and uncles a few times. I picked up my glass and walked up to Zhang Haiyang's great-uncle, saying, "Great-uncle, I'd like to offer you two toasts." As I spoke, Zhang Haiyang's great-uncle didn't move. Dawei's father ordered me, "Your great-uncle isn't giving you any face! Your great-uncle isn't going to protect you anymore. Otherwise, you should kneel down and toast your great-uncle." Uncle Wu Zhe also chimed in from the side.
I actually knelt down and toasted Uncle Zhang Haiyang with two glasses of wine (hey, he's seen me kneeling before). Then, when toasting Uncle Wu Zhe, I was afraid he'd object, so I knelt down to toast him directly. Uncle Wu Zhe drank it happily, and I could clearly see his bath towel slowly bulging on his legs.
After dinner, we were a bit bored, maybe because we were tired, or maybe because of the wine. Uncle Wu Zhe suddenly suggested, "How about the four of us take some pictures?" Uncle Zhang Haiyang took out his camera and took a few pictures. Uncle Wu Zhe and Dad Dawei sat in chairs, and I stood behind them and took a few pictures. Uncle Wu Zhe wasn't satisfied: "Let's all take off our bath towels, and you take off all your clothes, let's take some nude pictures!" Uncle Wu Zhe first pulled off the bath towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his slightly swollen penis. Dad Dawei and Uncle Zhang Haiyang also threw off their bath towels and took turns taking pictures. They made me kneel in front, with Uncle Ba and Dad, or Grandpa and Dad, or Uncle Ba and Grandpa. They, as the elders, sat in chairs and took a few more pictures.
Uncle Ba, Wu Zhe, was the youngest and had the most ideas. I could see he was a little excited: "Little one, kneel down between your uncle's legs, let's take a picture of the two of us." I had no choice but to obediently kneel down between Uncle Ba's legs, which were spread apart. As I knelt down, I could see that his big penis had already swollen into a hard, erect penis. He excitedly took several photos with me, and then took the same photos with my uncle Zhang Haiyang. My eighth uncle, Wu Zhe, excitedly said, "When you develop the photos, write 'Uncle and Nephew Photo'!" The photo with my father, Dawei, took the longest. My eighth uncle made me kneel under Dawei's naked crotch, hugging his legs. Dawei stood with his legs spread apart, calling it "having a son under his crotch." I knelt under Dawei's crotch, looking up at his erect penis and calling him "Dad" was "recognizing my ancestors." I knelt under Dawei's crotch, holding his large testicles with both hands was "the source of life." And I knelt under Dawei's crotch, holding his thick, long, hard, and hot penis with both hands was "the continuation of the family line"... That night, I knelt on the ground and never got up again, the camera flashing incessantly... That night, I often thought of Dawei's strong and robust body, the warm and safe crotch, and Dawei's swollen and huge genitals. I often reminisce about the feeling of kneeling between my father, Dawei's, legs spread wide, his body naked and hairy, his muscles bulging. He
would be smoking a cigarette, chatting and laughing with my uncle Zhang Haiyang and my eighth uncle Wu Zhe, while occasionally squeezing my head between his thick thighs. I would kneel between my father's legs, embracing his thick, hairy thighs. My father, Dawei, had his enormous penis erect above my head, and a strange sense of security washed over me. I felt a long-lost, deep fatherly love. I felt my body slowly shrinking, becoming smaller, as if I were turning into a tiny sperm and swimming back into my young father Dawei's two full, large testicles, experiencing the virile warmth of his body... From that night on, my body seemed to be awakened by my father Dawei. I would often get erections. I would kneel on the ground, looking at my father's handsome young face in Dawei and my mother's wedding photo, masturbating while constantly calling out, "Dad Dawei! Dad..." imagining myself ejaculating from my father Dawei's thick penis, entering my mother's womb, and slowly growing... When I saw my young father Dawei again, I felt a deep sense of humility and respect.
Sometimes, when I saw Mom massaging Dad's big, tender feet with her pregnant belly, or wiping Dad's broad back and hairy chest, I could feel the happiness of Mom finding love, and a fleeting pang of jealousy would rise in my heart... That summer, Mom gave birth to a chubby, healthy son for Dad. That year, Dad was only 18 years old (we often use the traditional Chinese age reckoning here). Dad was so happy he almost ran home to set off firecrackers. His parents didn't know he was living with Mom and had a son (I'll talk about his parents later).
Dad happily hosted a banquet, limited to his sworn brothers. I, as Dad's son, was also busy entertaining his uncles and elders. At the table, Uncle Ba, Wu Zhe, asked Dawei's father, "Brother Dawei, you're a dad now! Your wife gave birth to a big, chubby little boy, you must be overjoyed, right?" Dawei's father, who had been busy at the hospital all night, replied energetically, "Of course I'm happy, we have an heir now!" Uncle Ba asked again, "Did your wife and baby go smoothly?" Dawei's father pointed at me and said, "Your wife went very smoothly.
Damn, it's not her first time, she's had two babies, both natural births. Look, her first baby is already this big!" I was standing right next to him, and everyone laughed.
Dawei's father pointed at me again and said, "From now on, this is my 'Big Brother,' and this little boy we just had today is my 'Second Little Brother.' From now on, all the brothers can just call him 'Big Brother.' Come on, Big Brother, pour some wine for your uncles and great-uncles. Your dad wants to have a few more drinks with your uncles and great-uncles. Your dad is so happy today! I have another little one, and you, your mother, have a little brother to keep you company in the same nest, hehe, right, little one?"
[The End]

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