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Subject: Best Friend’s Father Figure Part 2 “To me! Fucking pass it!” I shouted to Jake as he sprinted down the field, mere inches in front of the opposition’s fullback tailing behind him. I had a clear line in front of me, fully prepared to make a break as soon as Jake passed the ball. He turned to me, face bright red, then kept pushing forward. Fucking idiot. We were currently tied at 16-all with two minutes left on the clock, and now we were about to lose the whole game because of this cocky prick. I dropped back, preparing to watch my team captain get tackled right in front of the try line. But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. With two final steps to the try-line he stepped right, then broke left and dove, sliding ball-first over the line and into victory. The crowd was roaring, Jake got up smugly and came over to embrace me in a hug. “I was open,” I said, out of breath and trying to hide my irritation. “I know buddy,” he grinned at me with a wink. Wanker. I looked over at my father, hands raised above his head in amazement, smiling proudly. Jake ran over to him and jumped up into his arms, wrapping his legs around him and clinging to him like a koala bear. Dad patted his butt playfully and congratulated him, before ushering him back out onto the field for the final thirty seconds of the game. I felt my insides twist with jealousy. That should’ve been me carrying us to victory – it would’ve been a much less riskier play, after all. Though, in the back of my mind, I knew there was a much more disturbing reason for that feeling in the pit of my stomach. I’d barely slept this past week. Every goddamn time I closed my eyes to sleep, the image of Jake bouncing on my father’s dick, his own floppy cock slapping up and down against his stomach, flashed in front of me – and my dick would spring to life. It was an inescapable nightmare. Every night since then I had laid awake for hours, willing my hard cock to go down, until eventually succumbing to the shame and guilt and milking my dick dry, silently seething with hatred for my former best mate. And yet, their lives continued on seamlessly. I avoided Jake every chance possible – refusing to meet his eye contact at school, ignoring his texts, eating lunch in the toilet stalls. As for my father, I had completely lost any and all respect for him. I couldn’t speak to him, I couldn’t even look at him the same. The only reason I came to this finale was for my Mum, who miraculously didn’t hear the commotion from the guest house last weekend. Once again, I felt like an outsider – an outsider in my own life. “Good game, boys. I’m proud of you both,” my father said on the drive home. “Thanks, Mr. P” Jake said cheerily. I did not say a word. How could they just act so cavalier with each other now, as if they hadn’t both been complicit in their act of betrayal last weekend? They abused my trust, but more importantly, they abused my mother’s trust. Just because Jake’s parents had a fucked up marriage doesn’t give him permission to ruin my family too. “So I was thinking of taking you boys camping this weekend to celebrate winning the finale, would you boys be up for that?” Dad said, making eye contact with Jake in the rear-view mirror. “Hell yeah, sound fun!” Jake replied, far too enthusiastically for my liking. “What about Mum?” I asked bluntly. They fell silent, Jake turned to me and stared at me irritably. I did not stare back. “Uhh I was thinking of just having some guy-time, buddy. You know, it might be good to give your Mum a break?” I didn’t respond, instead just staring out the window glumly and trying to suppress the lump forming in my throat. To my dismay, my Mum agreed that it was a great idea for us to have a “boys weekend”, telling us that she had plans to get things done around the house anyway. I protested, feigning an oncoming illness. “Well… you didn’t seem to sick on the field today, kiddo,” my Dad said sternly, scratching his head in annoyance. “C’mon Luke, don’t be a party-pooper, go have fun!” added my Mum, teasingly. My heart broke for her, imagining how horrified she would be if she knew what transpired in her own backyard. Once again, I found myself forced into a situation that I had no desire to be in. The trip to Broken Creek, a camping ground about an hour out of town, was painful to say the least. Jake got comfortable in the passenger seat next to my father, happily chatting away about his excellent performance in the finals, replaying every goddamn highlight of his throughout the game. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, and whether through the gentle rocking of the Ute along the bumpy country road, or through sheer boredom, I gradually fell asleep. I woke up as the car jolted to a stop – we’d reached the campsite. Despite my resistance to come on this trip, I had to admit that being surrounded by the quiet bush was actually really refreshing. We spent the afternoon setting up Dad’s single-man tent, which was barely big enough for his bulky frame, and set up mattresses in the tray of the Ute for us boys, a tradition we’ve continued since Jake first came camping with us as kids. We each had a beer and went swimming in the creek as the sun set, letting the cool water and nostalgic memories wash over us. I was having a good time for the first time since the incident, which had almost completely disappeared from the back of my mind by now. My dad roasted up some sausages on an open fire for us to eat for dinner and allowed us to have another couple of beers each, and before we knew it, it was nearing midnight and we were lightly buzzed and giggly, swapping ghost stories and freaking each other out. We settled into a comfortable silence for a while, until Jake got up suddenly and ducked out to the car. He came back with a shit-eating grin on his face, which I knew from experience meant bad news. He fished a baggie out of his pocket containing three joints and held it up like a prized salmon. I looked over at my dad, who was smiling back at him nervously. “You guys wanna get weird?” He gleamed. “Haha, easy there tiger,” my Dad replied, “that stuff got me into a bit of trouble last time.” I scoffed internally. That’s one way of putting it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said cheekily, lighting the first joint and lifting it to his lips to inhale deeply. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. My Dad seemed genuinely regretful, but on the other hand I didn’t know what to think anymore. After last weekend, I felt like I didn’t know him at all. Jake on the other hand – I knew exactly what he was capable of. Jake held out the joint to my father, who looked at it apprehensively, like Jake was pointing a lit firework at him. Cautiously, he took it in his hands and studied it carefully. “Seriously son, I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have let it go as far as it did.” He mumbled solemnly, still looking down at the joint. “I understand coach,” Jake said, sounding hurt, “I’m sorry.” Dad looked up at him seriously, before lifting the joint to his lips and inhaling. Jake’s eyes twinkled in the campfire light. The joint reached me and I took it from my Dad silently, studying the soft expression he had on his face as he passed it to me. He wasn’t perfect, but I could tell that he did care about me. The night got darker as we steadily got higher, passing around the joint until there was just a roach left, which Dad flicked into the fire. At some point, I looked over at Jake and noticed movement underneath the blanket draped over his lap. My Dad noticed me looking and followed my line of sight to Jake’s lap. “Jake…” he grumbled lowly. Jake looked up from the fire at my Dad, doe-eyed and flushed. Without a word, he parted his legs, letting the blanket slip off his lap onto the ground, revealing his naked figure from the waist down. He was slowly stroking his glistening pink cock, a pearl of precum forming at the tip. My Dad’s eyes were transfixed upon Jake’s throbbing member, as he adjusted the hefty bulge in manisa escort his boxers. My own cock sprang to life in my shorts. Shit. Jake lifted one leg at a time and draped them over the arm-rests of the camper chair he was sitting in. With the hand that wasn’t stroking his cock he lifted his smooth balls, revealing the tight pink hole I had thought about every night for the past week. My Dad coughed loudly, before getting up and making his way over to his tent, his hard cock visibly bouncing around clumsily in his boxers as he walked. “I’m off to bed, good night boys,” he called out abruptly. I did not expect that, and neither did Jake apparently. We sat in stunned silence as Jake’s hard prick deflated. “Me too,” I mumbled, getting up out of my chair. Clearly my Dad was serious about not repeating his mistakes, and as I walked toward the tray of his Ute where my bed was setup, I could feel my respect and love for him rekindling. Jake joined me not long after, shorts back on and tail between his legs. He climbed into the back of the truck and up onto the mattress silently. We lay next to each-other, comfortably high and wide awake, staring up at the impossibly large sky above us. The stars appeared with endless increase when the night was this dark. Eventually, I rolled onto my side. “Luke?” Jake asked timidly. I did not reply. I closed my eyes to sleep, and was met with nothing but the black underside of my eyelids. I woke up maybe an hour later from a shifting weight beside me. With my eyes still closed, I heard Jake climb down from the bed of the truck. He must be going to piss, I guessed. Just as sleep begin to embrace me once again, I heard another sound – the sound of a tent door being unzipped. My eyes snapped open. Please no. I lifted my head slightly and peered over to my father’s tent, which, sure enough, Jake was now silently crawling into. I should’ve got up and walked over to him, dragged him out by the ankles and beaten the living shit out of him. But I didn’t. I rolled onto my back and laid as still as death. After several minutes of silence, I heard a low whisper, followed by a quiet shuffling noise. Another whisper followed – a deeper whisper. Fuck. There was another long silence, where for a brief moment I had hoped that Jake had really just gone into my father’s tent to sleep. But then, I heard the faint wet sound of a long and drawn out kiss. Please God no. The the sound got wetter, louder. I could hear heavy breathing pick up. Dread surged through me and my heart started racing a million miles a minute. Another sound erupted from the tent suddenly – the sickeningly unmistakeable sound of Jake gagging on my father’s cock. I grabbed my dick roughly, hating myself for it immediately, and began tugging at it helplessly. My balls were aching. This could not be happening again. I didn’t have the mental fortitude to handle it. My father’s already audible breathing turned into soft moans as Jake’s gagging got louder and louder. I could hear how fast his throat was being fucked. Precum oozed out of my steel-hard dick. I stared up at the stars, hot tears welling up in my eyes. Jake was moaning girlishly with my Dad’s dick down his throat, which no doubt turned my father on as much as it turned me on, if not more so. My own breathing was rapid as I mentally envisioned what was happening in my father’s tent: Jake’s curly blond hair bobbing up and down between my father’s beefy thighs, Dad’s sweaty pecs heaving up and down, Jake’s pink hole wagging in the air like an excited puppy. It was too much. I was on the verge of cumming. I released my cock, stopping myself from climaxing. I wasn’t ready yet – I needed closure. I needed to hear what came next. As anticipated, I soon heard those familiar whimpers that haunted me every night. Fucking hell. Jake was riding my Dad. My Dad was trying and failing to suppress his low groans of pleasure, which almost sounded like cries of pain. I almost came just from the sound of Dad ramming the entirety of donkey dick into Jake. Jake’s shout pierced through the night, which was followed by them both moaning lustfully in unison. They were doing a terrible job at fucking in secret, though the record shows that they obviously don’t give a fuck about that. I pictured Jake straddling my father’s mountainous frame as he lifted himself up and down my Dad’s rod. He let out a series of quick, high-pitched cries and I knew my Dad was hammering his tight hole like only my father could. “Please! Please! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck!” He begged. I started stroking myself off again as Jake’s cries got progressively louder and louder. Then suddenly his cries stopped and I heard another loud shuffling sound and the sound of the tent wall being kicked, followed by a heavy thud. Jake’s muffled scream made me jump. My father must have him pinned down with his hand covering Jake’s mouth so that he could fuck him as deep and as hard as he pleased with without waking me up. If only he knew, it was far too late for that. Jake’s muffled screams continued rhythmically, in time with the sound of the wet slap that could only be my father’s groin smacking into Jake’s bubble butt. The tent began to shake and Jake’s suppressed screams turned into loud sobs, still muffled by my father’s huge hand. My father was growling now, which meant that he must be getting close. I could not hold it any longer – my cum jettisoned out of the tip of my dick, spraying around wildly like a loose firehose. Somewhere in the background, my father let out a guttural roar as he coated the inside of Jake’s guts with the seed that made me. I laid limp and motionless, pools of wet cum covering my chest and face. I drifted back to sleep to the sound of Jake almost hyperventilating between passionate, deep kisses. “Yo, get up dip shit,” Jake called, punching me in the shoulder. I sat up in a panic. My boxers were on and I was back in my sleeping bag, despite definitely being completely naked when I passed out. Jake and Dad were kindling the fire and preparing breakfast. For a moment, a glimmer of hope dawned upon me: what if I just dreamt the events of last night? As much as I wanted to believe it, the subtle ache of my dick and balls as well the random flaky patches on my neck and chest suggested otherwise. I was quiet throughout breakfast and spent most of the day alienating myself from Jake and my father. Of course I felt betrayed once again, though I wasn’t sure how to reconcile that feeling with the knowledge that their bond effected me in a deeply unsettling way. I had only ever desired women my entire life and yet no porn I’ve ever seen could even hold a match to the demonic arousal that possessed me last night. What have they done to me? By sundown I was on the verge of exploding. I had kept my mouth shut all day, entertaining their feigned innocence and allowing them to think they got away with their little tryst – but I couldn’t go on any longer. It was driving me insane. Jake sparked up the second joint as Dad prepared dinner and he passed it around. As it got to me I took it in my hands and studied it carefully, just as Dad had done the night before. “Did you guys sleep alright last night?” I sneered sarcastically, feeling brave from the three beers I had already drank today yet still unable to look at either of them. In my peripheral I saw them look at each other instead. “Yeah buddy, I slept fine. Did you?” Dad asked cautiously. I laughed and took a long drag of the joint. “You feeling okay Lukey?” Jake asked, raising his eyebrows at me. “Just peachy,” I muttered sarcastically, taking another long drag. I had smoked half of the joint by myself by now and the high had began to steadily set in. “But uhh, I might take the tent tonight, give you guys more room in the bed of the truck.” I said, tapping off the ash from the end of my joint then taking another hit. “Woah, what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jake shot at me. “Luke, whatever you think you maraş escort heard last night-” my Dad started. “I know exactly what I heard. I said I’m sleeping in the fucking tent!” I shouted, standing up as I said it. The high hit me like a train and I felt numb from my head to my toes. I walked towards the tent as if my body was on auto-pilot, saying something about not being hungry. My Dad did not call after me. I climbed into my father’s open tent and crawled into his sleeping bag. It smelled like him. And Jake. The wind against the tent wall almost appeared like air rippling in front of me, making me feel as though I was somehow floating on the bed of a creek and watching the surface above me. The smell of cooked sausages made my mouth water. I could hear my Father and Jake chatting idly. Suddenly my clothes felt too tight and the air felt hot and sticky. I peeled off my shirt, followed by my shorts and boxers and felt instant relief. I closed my eyes and let the magical sensation of the night air wash over my naked body. And once again, I drifted to sleep. I woke up dripping with sweat and feeling like I was pissing the bed. In a panic I lifted my head only to find something much worse. Jake had my cock buried down his throat, his eyes squeezed shut as he scoffed it down. I lifted my hand to my face which was completely numb – I was still high as a kite. I tried to speak, tried to tell him to stop, but I opened my mouth and nothing came out except a soft gasp. Jake’s eyes flicked open and looked up at me, shining with a wicked lust. He moaned on my cock, sending warm vibrations through my balls. He started sucking faster with ease, still maintaining his maniacal eye contact as he swallowed my dick. Suddenly he began slobbering on my balls, taking them each in his mouth, one at a time, and gently caressing them with his hot tongue. Mind-blowing. He then moved down even further, burying his face between my cheeks. I cried out in shock, for the first time since I woke up, and then dissolved into a puddle of goo as his tongue found my hole. Holy fucking shit. He lapped at it and teased it with his tongue for what felt like hours. I felt my soul leave my body, I wasn’t even able to form a coherent thought in my head. I felt pressure deep inside of me and looked down. Jake had somehow buried two fingers inside of me, knuckles-deep, without me noticing. He was now just watching my eyes roll around in my skull lazily. “Good boy,” he purred, imitating my Dad. That sick fucker. I moaned in delight as he began thrusting in and out. “I knew you wanted this, I knew you’d love it,” he moaned, sucking my cock back into his mouth. “Fuck,” I exhaled. The feeling of his fingers sliding into me as my cock slid into his throat was surreal, it felt almost too good to be true. I felt his finger’s leave my ass, leaving me feeling emptier than before. I whined accidentally at the absence, and Jake’s face lit up again. He grabbed at something underneath the sleeping bag – a small bottle. He slid up along my sweaty chest so that we were face-to-face and cock-to-cock. I could feel his cum leaking onto my dick. He unscrewed the cap and held it up to his nose, taking a deep whiff, then held it up to mine, encouraging me to do the same. “Wait, not yet,” he muttered, shuffling around in the sleeping bag, positioning himself underneath me. “Now,” he whispered, drunk on lust. I inhaled and felt his fingers slide back into me, feeling even better than before. The rush made my head spin for a moment, then as it wore of I noticed a change. I looked up at Jake and he was looking back down at me, smirking slightly. The feeling of my body caught up to my head and I knew instantly that Jake was entering me. “Holy shit,” I croaked weakly. He just nodded in response. It felt incredible. My mouth dropped open as he slid further in. I was lost in his burning stare, suddenly wanting all of him inside of me at once. I pushed back against him – hard. “Fuck yes,” he said, driving his cock home. It fit perfectly inside me, stretching my virgin hole with ease. Every tiny movement sent waves of ecstasy through my cock and ass. “Fuck me,” I pleaded. And he did. He pumped my ass, eliciting sounds from me that I’ve never heard before. I felt like I was falling in love with him, hungry for every inch of his cock to be inside me over and over again. His face was mesmerising: puffy red lips, still wet from my glistening dick, hot pink cheeks and deep blue eyes tinted red from the high. “Jake?” Whispered Dad as he walked toward our tent. Oh fuck. I forgot we were camping with my Dad. My father pulled open the tent fold, revealing Jake’s tight round butt rising and falling as he fucked my ass. He didn’t stop. “Jesus Christ, I just asked you to check on him, did you get a little side-tracked there Jakey?” Dad said with a half-laugh. “Yes sir,” Jake replied between grunts. “You’re fucking my son.” “Yes sir,” Jake repeated in an even more determined tone. My father dropped his boxers, leaving him butt-naked and still slightly damp from a shower he must’ve just got back from. His nine-inch glory was standing at full attention. “Good boy,” Dad growled, spitting into his open palm and greasing up his gradually hardening cock. He continued watching us fuck like bunnies, slowly fisting his huge dick. He fished a bottle of lube out from under the sleeping bag, presumably from the same spot the small bottle was stashed, before squirting some on his cock and kneeling behind Jake. He rested his hairy hand on Jake’s shoulder, guiding him as he pounded into me. “That’s it boy, fuck him,” Dad grunted, “fuck him harder.” Obediently, Jake thrust into me with more power than I thought he was even capable of, and I started shouting. “Fuck me Jakey, fuck me dude!” He suddenly stopped, and I watched in pure horror as his face contorted, eyes widening absurdly. I felt his cock slowly slip further and further out of my ass. He stared me straight in the eyes with his puffy wet lips agape, gasping shakily. I recognised that face immediately – he was being impaled by my father’s cock. I didn’t struggle, I didn’t make a sound, I just silently watched as my mate became consumed by carnal ecstasy induced by the intrusion of my father’s mammoth cock. My father sunk deeper, groaning “fuuuuck” under his breath. After an agonisingly long time, my Dad buried the final inch of his cock into Jake with one final thrust, with enough force to simultaneously drive the entirety of Jake’s cock back inside me, eliciting a loud chorus of moaning and groaning from both Jake and I. Just when I thought Jake could not go any further inside of me, I felt two massive hands reach around Jake’s torso to grab my hips, effortlessly lifting my ass off the sleeping bag. Using all of his strength, my father then pulled me toward him, driving his own cock further into Jake’s ass as Jake crammed into mine, skewering Jake between us. We both cried out like stunned animals. In one swift movement, my dad dropped my hips and pressed all of his body weight against Jake’s back, flattening him into me. We cried out again, louder. I felt like my ass was going to split in half. My knees were now pinned to my shoulders, and my father took hold each of my ankles, pinning them behind to the ground behind my head. Over and over, I felt Jake’s cock slowly ease out of me only to be slammed back home by my father’s battering-ram-cock. Jake didn’t have to lift a finger – my dad had taken full control of his body, thrusting hard enough for all three of us to rock back and forth in one fluid motion. Wave after wave of shock rippled through my body as Dad hammered Jake into me. He’d built up a brutal rhythm of plunging in and out of Jake, who was now moaning with me in unison, like some perverted expression of the pleasure I was experiencing vicariously through him. We were no longer trying to conceal our cries, just holding each other and staring deeply into each other’s pained mardin escort expressions as we shared this moment together. My father was huffing on top of us, dripping with sweat and growling deeply as he began to fuck us faster. I was lost in Jake’s eyes, I almost didn’t even realise his lips were slowly closing over my own. Holy shit. He was irresistible. I let my tongue collide with his and he moaned deeply into my mouth. He sucked on my tongue then let it slide through his lips, lifting his free arm around my Dad’s neck and pulling his face down into a sloppy kiss. My Dad’s eyes widened as his mouth was filled with my warm saliva mixed with Jake’s. My Dad pulled away from the kiss, looking down at me for what felt like the first time in weeks. I watched as a fat drop of saliva formed at his lips, and I stuck my tongue out mindlessly and caught it in my mouth as it landed across my face. My father’s eyes filled with what looked like rage, and he started relentlessly pounding into Jake, who was now howling uncontrollably and staring at me swallowing my father’s spit with both fiery lust and envy. “He’s fucking me so hard, Lukey,” Jake whined brokenly. I could only moan in response, knowing exactly how hard he was being fucked. “Can you feel it?” he continued. I moaned louder. “Yes,” I choked out desperately. My father fucked him faster. “Can you feel your Dad’s cock inside me?” Jake groaned. “Yes,” I panted, staring up at my father who was staring back at me with intense desperation. “Oh my god,” he said in a tone of disbelief. He halted to a complete stop, sliding his cock out of Jake’s dripping hole and reclining on his legs to catch his breath. Jake slid out of me, too, shuffling up along my chest to reach for the bottle he had tossed aside earlier. My Dad has his head in his hands, seemingly contemplating the events that were unfolding. Jake crawled back down my body, small bottle in hand, and held it up to his nose, sniffing deeply. He let his head hang back, soft blonde curls falling back from his face as the rush hit him. He then tucked his leg under mine and rolled over so that I was now on top of him, naked chests and hard cocks still pressed into one another’s. I heard lube being squirted as I squeezed my eyes shut and tilted my head towards the small vial Jake held up to my face. I felt him shuffling underneath me then positioning his cock at my hole once again, as I took a deep whiff just as he had done. I saw stars and my eyes rolled into the back of my skull. Adrenaline coursed through me. I felt my hole adjusting to Jake’s swollen cock sliding back inside of me, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my own dick, which was leaking like a broken faucet by now. Jake’s cock felt almost impossibly long, as it just kept sinking further and further inside of me. The sudden sound of my father’s deep guttural moan snapped me out of my euphoria and my eyes shot open. Jake’s face was hovering inches under my own, dripping sweat. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets, pointed downwards at the space between our chests. His jaw dropped limply with intoxicated disbelief. I furrowed my brows slightly and followed his line of vision to the weight between my thighs and felt my heart almost stop in my chest. Jake’s cock the was still lying flat on his stomach. My father, unbeknownst to him, was squeezing his fat cock into my tight, freshly broken-in hole. “You’re so fucking tight, Jakey,” my father growled. Holy shit. He must not have noticed that we switched positions. My ass throbbed in response to the sudden intrusion and I winced, loudly. My Dad’s eyes now snapped open and stared down at my face, turned back to face him, then at Jake, then down at his meaty dick splitting me in half – and a sick sense of realisation slowly came upon him. “Dad…” I exhaled, unable to hide the shakiness of my voice. “L-Luke?” he replied, staring down at his own son, naked as the day he was born, whom he had just penetrated with all nine inches of the cock that made him. My cock spasmed. Dad paused for a moment, frozen in shock, then began pulling his cock out excruciatingly slow. He stopped, with just the fat tip of his uncut dick remaining inside me and paused for a moment, then after a moment of loaded hesitation, began sliding it back in. “Dad… no…” I whispered, weakly. Out. In. Jake laid beneath me in disbelief and awe, watching my father fuck me slowly. Out. In. “Dad…” I said, tears welling in my eyes. He didn’t stop. Out. In. “I’m sorry Lukey…” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. He looked defeated, surrendering himself to his own lack of self-control. He picked up the pace. A moan escaped my lips. “Please…” I cried, not certain of what I wanted anymore. He growled angrily, fucking me harder and making me yelp. He fucked me so hard I began to see stars again. My leaking cock was sandwiched against Jake’s own cock, both rock hard as they rubbed up and down each other obscenely. My mind abandoned my body. I began to cry in time with his thrusts, “Dad… Dad… Daddy!” I shouted, meeting his thrusts with my hips and pushing myself back against his cock in an attempt to fit it all inside me. “What the fuck…” groaned Jake in amazement, guiding my hips and helping me to push back against my father’s pipe. It was too fucking big. I would never fit it all. Dad collapsed on top of me, pinning me down with his weight as he thrusted harder and harder inside of me. I could feel his hefty pecs bouncing against my back, I could feel his sweaty balls slapping against my own. I could feel his hot breath on the crook of my neck. Jake and I couldn’t reach for our cocks if we tried – they were crushed against each other under the pressure of my Dad’s viscous assault on my ass. We were both in a sustained state of verging on the edge of a climax, unable to stop the friction of our cock’s being rubbed together but also both gripped by the pain of having our balls mashed into one another’s. I was mewling like a wounded creature as my Dad mashed my insides to a pulp. The pain was incomparable but I never wanted it to end. “That’s a good boy, you’re my good boy,” he whispered to me. “Harder,” I grunted without thinking, regretting it almost immediately. My father scooped me up into his arms and flipped me over with his cock still inside me, pulling me back into a sitting position, cradling my torso against his hairy, manly chest. With one powerful thrust upwards, while dragging my shoulders down, my father squeezed the last inch of his massive tool inside of me. My voice cracked as I screamed in pain, and my father began relentlessly jackhammering my ass, holding me as I continued screaming. “FUUUCK ME DAD!”, hot tears of joy streaming down my face. He screamed out too, viscously clawing at my back as he tried to cram every inch of his flesh into me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and ripped my head backwards so that we were face to face. He stuck his thumb in my mouth and I suckled on it instinctively, staring into the face of the man who had brought me into this world. “Good boy. Daddy’s good boy,” he moaned gruffly. My body was trembling as I bounced up and down on my father’s sweaty lap. “I love you, Daddy” I whimpered hysterically, feeling pressure build up in my cock. “I love you too,” my father replied, bringing me in roughly for a passionate kiss, groaning deeply into my mouth as he pounded the last few strokes he had left in him deep into my gut. Then, just as he began flooding my ass, he grabbed my cock and stroked it twice, unleashing a fountain of cum between our chests as our lips remained locked in a sloppy, deep kiss. Jake erupted not long after, crying out from somewhere behind me as he plowed his fingers in and out of his loose hole. His cum sprayed across the wall of the tent and parts of the ceiling, filling the small tent with the smell of sweat and salty boy juice. The three of us slept together in the bed of Dad’s Ute, my father in the middle with a boy under each arm. Just as I slipped into a deep sleep, I could feel my father’s warm cream drip out of my hole and down my thigh – and in that moment I knew, with a certainty I had not known in weeks, that nothing would be the same from now on.

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