[05-31] I fucked my big, strong son with his thick dick.

I'm 45 years old and live in Sydney. I married my wife when I was 22, and our only son, Gary, was born a year later. However, our hasty marriage led to a divorce shortly after. Gary's mother was granted custody, and I was only allowed to see him once a week. As Gary grew older and made friends—a time when he should be spending weekends with friends—we saw each other less and less.
After the divorce, I couldn't develop any deeper relationships with anyone. I tried dating some women, but I found nothing but emptiness. I felt more attracted to men, so I started having relationships with them, enjoying the forbidden thrill of being in the social cracks. But this passion didn't last more than a few months. Now, my life is very monotonous. Besides work, swimming is my only leisure activity.
One Friday evening before the Lunar New Year, on my way home from work, I unexpectedly ran into Gary at the train station. I hadn't seen him for two months since we celebrated his 19th birthday together. Gary was a handsome, strong, and sunny boy. He loved sports and was only slightly shorter than me. His handsome face glowed with a healthy rosy hue. We were both overjoyed at this unexpected encounter. I put my arm around his shoulder and hugged him tightly.
"It's so good to see you!" I shouted excitedly. At that moment, some passersby turned to look at us because of my shout. I sensed a slight unease in the boy in my arms, so I continued, "It's nothing, just a father hugging his son."
He looked up and smiled at me, but I could see his embarrassment from his feverish ears. I had dinner with him that evening, and it was a week later that I saw him again. On
Saturday afternoon, the doorbell rang at my apartment. I opened the door, and Gary was standing there.
"I just came from a friend's place and was passing by, so I thought I'd drop by," he said, a childlike smile on his face.
"You're always welcome! This is your home, you know."
He closed the door and followed me into the living room, where I gave him a big bear hug.
“Give your father a hug! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” We hugged each other.
“I’m so happy to see you,” I said, tightening my arms around him.
I love this boy deeply, and it’s a lifelong regret that I didn’t take better care of him and participate in his childhood. His body pressed tightly against mine, and I could feel the explosive power beneath his muscles; the boy was very physically fit. His head rested on my chest, his fingers tracing my back, touching me, and I could smell the fresh scent of a boy emanating from under his shirt.
My fingers also traced his back, enjoying his closeness. I realized we had never hugged each other like this before, and it felt wonderful. We hugged each other for quite a while, and when I tried to pull away, he held me tightly, so I let go. I loved the comfort of him in my strong arms, his head resting on my chest, and we warmed each other.
“I’m so happy to see you too, Dad,” he said, gently kissing my chin.
His gesture surprised me; I couldn’t remember the last time he had kissed me. Suddenly, I realized I was erect. Instinctively, I arched my back, pressing myself against the body in my arms. My fantasies about him surged uncontrollably, like a flood bursting its banks. His naked, muscular body and gleaming muscles filled my mind. I swear I had never had such fantasies about him before. I had been with a few young men before, but I had never had such inappropriate thoughts about my own child.
I kissed his forehead, returning his kiss with a fatherly one. I felt he seemed to be erect too. Then he kissed my neck, slowly moving his kisses down my back.
"No..." I whispered, my hands still around him.
He pressed me tightly, as if trying to embed me into his body. His fingers dug into the muscles of my back. His kisses became bolder, and he began to lick my Adam's apple. I didn't know what to do. Finally, I removed my hands from his back, let go of him, and pulled him away from my neck.
We gazed into each other's eyes. His face slowly moved closer to mine, and I pressed my lips to his. Neither of us moved. Then he returned the kiss, opening his mouth, and my tongue immediately slipped into his. Our tongues met, and he clearly enjoyed the sensation. His hands moved to my hips, and our lips pressed together, our tongues intertwining and swirling in each other's mouths.
"I'm kissing my son, I'm kissing my son..." I kept thinking. The situation was so serious that I couldn't afford to run away. I knew we should stop immediately before things got out of control, but this damn feeling was so good. I'd never felt so good before. Another part of me was saying, "It's just a kiss. We're not doing anything else. It's just an expression of our father-son bond. This feeling is wonderful. I just need to kiss him for one more minute, and then I'll stop... and soon he'll stop..."
This shouldn't have happened, but it did because I wanted to be close to my son, and I knew he wanted to be close to me too. I didn't feel or look at his crotch, but I knew it was swollen and erect as well. We tried to resist the temptation to go any further, weakly pulling apart.
Then Gary began to unbutton my shirt, and I began to remove his clothes. I picked him up, carried him into my room, and placed him on my bed. We both knew what was about to happen. My heart pounded in my chest, and I knew the handsome man lying on the bed felt the same way I did. This was the final taboo, yet… I couldn’t stop. We stripped off each other completely. I eagerly pulled down his underwear, exposing his genitals, and he pulled down mine. Everything happened so fast. Now my son and I lay completely naked on the same bed, sharing the same desire—something that had never happened before.
It was the first time he had seen my erect penis, huge, thick, and rock-hard. He touched it, his fingers trying to stroke my red, thick shaft. A tingling pleasure rose up my spine, making me tremble. Perhaps due to nervousness, he didn't grip it tightly, but instead traced my glans with his thumb, immersing me in a blissful pain. As his thumb rubbed across my sensitive, smooth head, a groan escaped my lips involuntarily. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, filled with a hungry light.
I lay on my back, Gary sitting close beside me, his penis hard and powerful, almost pressed against his muscular abdomen. I even doubted he had any sexual experience; I had never seen a man's penis so beautiful. I grasped it, closed my eyes, and felt its graceful contours, its powerful pulse. It was so hot, thick, and full, filling me with a sense of satisfaction and pride in possessing it.
Its hardness far exceeded my expectations; it felt like holding a steel rod. I looked up into his eyes and exclaimed, "I didn't know… I didn't even notice… you've grown into a big boy without me even realizing it!" I couldn't be sure when he had acquired such a robust physique and such a magnificent penis.
His hand grasped my powerful genitals, gently stroking them as he said, "Aren't you a grown man yourself?"
I held both of our genitals in my hands, rubbing them together. Our genitals were strikingly similar in size, length, thickness, and even shape; both were circumcised, and both curved slightly to the left when erect. I doubted anyone could tell us apart.
Gary straddled my waist, his hungry hands eagerly rubbing and exploring my body.
"You are so strong and beautiful!" he whispered as his palms stroked my smooth, muscular chest.
The boy's actions aroused a strong desire in me. I pulled him down, letting him lie on top of me. We pressed close together, rubbing against each other. I could feel his hard penis sinking into my skin, and mine too. My legs wrapped around his smooth body, my hands caressing his strong back muscles, squeezing his firm buttocks. We breathed and moaned, kissing passionately. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring every inch of it carefully as if conducting an examination.
Then, I rolled over and straddled him, kissing his neck and shoulders, leaving my mark. He pressed his buttocks against me hungrily. I bent down to kiss his smooth chest and abdomen, licking his small nipples. He panted, one hand rubbing my muscles, the other gripping my penis.
I kissed my way down, and he shifted back slightly, allowing me to swallow his large penis. The feeling of my mouth being filled was indescribable. I heard Gary's breathing suddenly become heavy, and I felt his hand stop on the back of my head. I forced my head down, trying to take my son's thick, erect penis into my mouth as much as possible. His huge, hard penis slid and throbbed in my throat, making it unbearable. Then I let go and hungrily sucked and licked his entire body, kissing and
biting him. Then he reciprocated, eagerly tasting and squeezing every muscle in my body. I lay back on the bed, enjoying his devotion. His tongue licked across my pectoral muscles, found my left nipple, and sucked on it until it was hard and wet. Then he licked my entire chest, continuing his work on my right nipple.
Then he buried his face between my legs, greedily rubbing my thick penis against his face, even taking my entire erect penis into his mouth. I almost screamed; his mouth was so wet and hot. I could feel my entire penis sliding into his throat—it was an indescribable pleasure!
As he gave me oral sex, I looked up, but could only see the top of his head moving up and down between my legs. He had hair as black as mine, and the muscles in his shoulders rose and fell with the force of his grip on my buttocks.
The whole process seemed to suggest that we had finally found a way to express our feelings and show our love for each other.
At this moment, he released my penis, looking at me longingly. I was completely lost in this sex.
"You want it?" I tried to calm my breathing.
"I want you to fuck me, Daddy!"
"Are you sure?" I asked, while putting lubricant in the drawer next to the bed. Looking at his youthful, vibrant body, his thick, red penis, and his firm, powerful buttocks, I went wild. I needed to enter him immediately, to penetrate him again and again.
We applied lubricant to our genitals together, then I lifted his legs, laying him on his back on the bed, because I wanted to see his expression as I fucked him. I started licking down his calves, finally stopping on his inner thighs. My penis was gradually turning a deep purple, as if all the blood in my body was filling it. I felt an unprecedented hardness, as if I could penetrate anything.
Gary's penis was also swollen and hard, as if it had reached its limit and was about to explode in the next minute.
I applied lubricant inside his hole, and with each thrust, his hole twitched and spasmed, clinging to and wrapping around my fingers. I knew he needed my hot, thick penis.
"You're so sensitive!" I whispered in his ear, aiming my penis at his hole.
Gary's fingers stroked my penis one last time before I entered him.
The enormous, glossy head rubbed against his tender, tightly closed cave. His father was trying to pry open his gates, and he was trying his best to relax and let me in.
Gradually, his sphincter relaxed, and the massive head of my penis entered his body. He groaned, his face showing an expression that blended pain and pleasure. I paused for a moment, letting him get used to my presence, and then gradually added my weight, allowing my nine-inch heavy weapon to slowly enter his body.
We both couldn't help but scream!
What a tight hole for such a big guy!
As I penetrated him, we met our eyes, staring at each other. As my rock-hard iron rod plowed into his tight cave, I asked him if this was his first time. He looked at me and nodded.
I didn't see how I entered his body, but I could clearly feel my penis rubbing and scraping against his inner walls, going all the way in, my scrotum pressing against his buttocks.
“Ah…Daddy…” he groaned, his legs wrapped around me, his body pinned firmly to my massive shaft, his hands squeezing my strong pectoral muscles, feeling their power.
I loved the feeling of being inside him, his interior soft yet fiery, enveloping me, making me want to stay in this moment forever. Gary writhed impatiently beneath me, but I held him steady on the bed, applying some lubricant to his penis and beginning to slowly caress him.
Every inch of his inner walls tightly enveloped my genitals, and I felt it stretching and swelling to a new size within his hungry, fiery cave. I began to move slowly inside him.
Yes, I was having sex with my own son! I was shocked and disgusted by this relationship, but I was already trapped, unable to escape!
“Ah…Daddy…Ah…” he gasped, and I could feel every tremor emanating from his body.
My genitals and my body became unbearably stimulated and sensitive.
As I tried to penetrate him, his cavern gripped my penis tightly. Unlike the experience in his mouth, the cavern was even tighter, forcing me to gather more strength to go deeper.
"Ah... I'm about to go all the way in!" I gasped, gathering my strength to thrust deeper and harder into him. My penis was so hard; I felt I could penetrate anything. I wanted to show my son what a wonderful man his father was!
I straddled him, pushing my hard penis deep inside him with all my weight. I repeated the same movements, my thick, hard penis constantly moving in and out of his smooth, warm flesh. With each thrust, our moans mingled harmoniously. Slowly, his once stiff body softened in my hands, his interior melting around me, a thrilling pleasure filling my entire body.
"Fuck me...fuck me..." I heard Gary's repeated whispers amidst his intensely excited moans, which stimulated me and made my movements even more violent. Due to the vigorous exercise, we were both soaked in sweat and lost in this tense and frenzied intercourse.
Gary cooperated with me, using his slippery anus to receive my powerful thrusts again and again, like a sexually hungry wild animal. I knew that if I stopped now, he would curse me.
Suddenly, Gary arched his back, grabbed my buttocks, and pushed, allowing me to penetrate him deeper. He hung on me, tightly wrapped around me, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he threw his head back, emitting a series of incomprehensible moans. I immediately gripped his thick, purplish-red penis tightly and began to stroke it up and down. Warm liquid began to gush from my spring in waves, powerfully spraying onto our sweaty bodies, forming a creamy stain on his torso.
As he ejaculated, his sphincter muscles spasmed and tightened rhythmically, constantly pressing against my genitals. I watched him reach orgasm with pride. I was proud of my son for being so brave and strong, and proud of what I had done, because I, his father, had given him such an intense orgasm.
Intense pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave, almost making me ejaculate, but I controlled myself. I didn't want to reach orgasm so quickly. I continued to thrust into him wildly, making sure that with each impact, the hard, large head slammed against his prostate, sending another shiver through him.
When he seemed to calm down a little, I pulled my erect penis away from his beautiful opening.
"Don't take it out, Daddy, I want you to keep fucking me!"
"I will," I assured him, slapping his softened penis against his flat, firm belly with my thick, red rod, causing his lower abdomen to splatter with semen. My hard penis was covered in his sticky semen, and I groaned, enjoying the feeling of his slippery, warm fluid enveloping me. He groaned too, watching the fresh semen slide down his father's large penis.
I flipped him over, making him lie face down on the bed, and mounted him from behind. I aimed the head of my large penis at his opening, and with the lubrication of my semen, I thrust my erect penis into him again, beginning a new round of thrusting. Because of the previous lubrication, my penis was slippery, making penetration even smoother, and I thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.
As I vigorously fucked him, I looked down and carefully admired the wonderful cave that was sucking my penis. His originally barely inch-wide opening was greatly widened by the thick base of my penis, filling it completely. When I pulled it out, his soft inner walls tightly enveloped me, as if being firmly held by a hand, not wanting me to leave. The smooth walls constantly rubbed and squeezed the head, adding to the stimulation and making me even more excited. As my penis was withdrawn, the walls of his vagina, which had been tightly clinging to me, bloomed like a flower, revealing the bright red inner walls. Then, I thrust into his tight little hole again with great force. The tender walls of his vagina opened and closed with the rhythm of my thrusts, filled with an indescribable allure. My hands were not idle either; I began to play with his penis. I found that under the stimulation of his anus, his originally weak and powerless urethra gradually became engorged with blood and hardened, soon becoming as hard and huge as a rock. In coordination with the thrusts from his anus, I began to squeeze and manipulate it continuously. However, maintaining this high level of intercourse was very difficult, so he took over the task from me, allowing me to concentrate more on fucking him.
With my vigorous movements, my body was closer and closer to his, until I was almost lying on top of him. My waist swayed violently, and my thick penis thrust rapidly and powerfully inside his body.
"Ah... Daddy... Fuck me... Ah... Faster... Harder... Ah..."
I satisfied all his needs, entering him deeper and more fiercely, reaching a depth I had never felt before, making me feel that we could never be separated again. I moved wildly, the intense friction against his inner walls causing a burning, stinging sensation on my genitals, and the bed beneath me screamed as if on the verge of destruction from the excessive movement.
"Ah..."
I thrust fiercely, using all my passion, exhausting every last bit of my energy. I was aroused, lasting longer than ever before. Finally, I entered him deeply with all my strength, and a torrent of hot semen gushed out like a flood, flowing endlessly. Ignoring my almost numb muscles, I began to thrust again, lubricated by my semen, continuing my vigorous, continuous thrusts. I had never felt so good. As I reached my climax, my son came too; this was his second ejaculation. Thick fluid soaked a large patch of the sheets, and I remained inside him, enjoying the warm, comfortable cavity filled with my semen, feeling his spasms.
I clung to him, holding him tightly in my arms, until my rock-hard penis began to soften, and I calmed down from this unimaginable climax. Only then did I leave him.
We lay on the bed, panting, staring at each other, unable to believe what we had just done. Neither of us uttered a sound, nor did we know what to say. My boy, he was now... The events of those few minutes flashed through my mind—I had made love with my own son, and so passionately, so intensely!
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower, hoping to calm myself and clear my chaotic thoughts, but I couldn't. Gary and I had just committed incest. As a father, I shouldn't have let this happen… but I did! I wanted to go back to bed, hug him, let his head rest on my chest, and watch him drift off to sleep. When I came out of the bathroom, Gary was already up and dressed.
“I… um… I have to go, Dad, I… um… I have some reports to do.”
We got dressed, and I walked him to his car. During that time, we were both awkward and didn't say a word.
“Goodbye, Dad,” he said, embarrassed and with his head down.
“See you next time, son,” I lightly punched his shoulder.
He glanced at me, reached out as if to touch me, but ultimately did nothing and got into his car.
I didn't see Gary again for a week.
To put an end to this, I decided to have a serious talk with him and tell him that we had to forget about it, as if it had never happened.
We sat down to talk, but for the next half hour, I lay naked on the carpet, Gary straddling my erect penis, bouncing up and down, gripping my large member tightly inside him.
All of this happened about three years ago, and the feelings between Gary and me grew stronger and more intimate. A few months after our first time making love, Gary moved into my house and lived with me. He told me that this was something he had always wanted to do since we had sex.
I had never felt so happy being with another man, even though our relationship couldn't be public. I still deeply love my son, as his father, as his friend, as his lover, and I have never doubted his feelings for me, because I know he loves me just as much.

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