About My Dad . . . Pt. 3

[NickSR]

Hey guys!  Here is part 3 - I think there will just be one more part after this (about 25 pages left in total)

This part gets VERY steamy - technically this depicts a "father" and "son."  Having never shared this kind of story before I feel a need to say I obviously wouldn't support this in real life - but in a fantasy world the idea of an older man dominating a younger guy with his muscles is so erotic and sexy.  So even if dad/son is not your thing - imagine the hottest muscle daddy you have ever seen and imagine you are the "son" on the receiving end of his lust and muscles.  Get comfy, get horny, and happy reading

 

 

About My Dad Pt. 3

 

               I admired the back of his boxers as we walked down the hall.  He had only left a few dim lights on in the kitchen and dinning area, so the hallway was black.  We finally came to the door of his room, and he turned on the lights above of his bed.  He had a square, high-set, multi-layered ceiling, so when the lights came on they illuminated the square, letting the light bleed into the room.  The bedroom was about as dim as the kitchen had been.  Bright enough I could still see the intricacies of my dad’s muscular frame, but dark enough it gave a certain intimacy to the space.

              My father’s room was large enough that despite him having a queen bed there was an entire sitting area in front of the bed.  He had always had a thick, soft carpet in from of it, so it made sense to use it.  I can say with absolute certainty, even when I would check my dad out in the living room or kitchen, I never thought I would see him in just his boxers in his bedroom getting ready to wrestle me.

              “Alright man.”  He said hopping over to the rug with a surprising amount of energy.  “Are you ready?”  I hurried over to the nearside of the carpet opposite him. 

              “Totally, but uhm, I don’t really know much about wrestling.”  I confessed bending my knees even though I had no clue what to do. 

              “Don’t’ worry too much.”  He said with a faint cockiness to his voice.  Not that he was wrong though, I wasn’t planning on being the dominant person in this situation.  That lead my brain to another place, one my dad was apparently already at.

              “I can’t promise you won’t be a bit sore after this though.”  He smirked at me before raising his eyebrows.  I stood up straight unsure of how to stand anymore.

              “Well bring it on old man.”  I jeered eagerly anticipating what was about to happen.  I also fully recognized the irony in my taunt.  This old man had a way fitter and stronger body than me. Surprisingly, to me at least, my dad started walking towards me in a normal walking stance.  He wasn’t bracing, preparing himself or anything.  He came almost as close to me as he had been in the kitchen, before quickly extending his arm, grabbing my left arm, and spinning around fast enough that I lost my balance and fell to the ground behind him in the center of the carpet.  He had managed to throw me so that I more slid onto the rug rather than just slamming into it.  All the same my mind was distracted for a moment by the slight pain in my back and butt.  Whipping back into focus I blinked and before I could finish processing my back pain my dad was already half way on top of me.  He grabbed my wrists in his hands and spread my arms open.  I could feel the weight of his legs over mine, and . . . somehow even more impressive than that . . . I could feel his boxers pressing against my lower abdomen.  His boxers felt full and thick against my skin.  I started laughing giddily.

              “Sorry did you call me an old man?”  He smiled at me as I pointlessly struggled against his force.  I almost can’t explain how incredible it felt to be in this position.  My father’s muscular body was on top of me and he was barely using his strength to pin me to the floor.  I had never felt so emasculated by another man.  The feeling was intoxicating.  I didn’t want him to stop.  I didn’t want him to hold back.  I wanted him to dominate and overpower me.

              “Because it looks like your old man’s pinning you to the floor pretty easily.”  I could help but look along his muscular, flared arms and onto his thick chest. 

              “Damn dad you are so strong.”  I said in a strained voice as I put my entire body into pushing against his hands.  He didn’t budge though.  I breathed heavily.  “You are so damn fit, and you’re not even trying.”  A look of light surprise and joy went across his face.

              “I was wondering if you noticed.”  He let his body weight fall onto his arms, pushing against my wrists, cementing me to the floor, as he leaned in towards me.  Whereas before he had been arched over me, his abs were now touching my stomach, and his chest was almost against mine.  Seeing and feeling him so close, the feeling of his legs pressing against mine, I couldn’t help but let out a quick breath fueled with excitement.

              “I didn’t want to emasculate you too quickly.  Seeing your dad on top of you like this, with these big muscles, that’s probably a lot to take in.”

              “You already proved you were the man of the house earlier, but you don’t need to stop.”  I breathed out.

              “I don’t’ know, I think it’s one thing to see me flex and pose.  You know after you ask me to take my shirt off and then I made you beg for my pants.”  He flashed a devious smile at me.  “But I don’t know if that’s the same as me actually showing you how strong I am.”  His arms were now flexed, pumped, and vascular supporting his weight. 

              “You better keep showing me then.  Come on,” I provoked with spunk in my voice.  “put me in my place.” 

              “I don’t want to hurt you though.  I’m a lot fucking stronger than you are.”  He said with a vampy pout.  “But if you behave . . . maybe I can get a little rougher.”  His chest was starting to press against mine and his face was getting closer and closer to mine.  The smell of his cologne was strong, and the feeling of his near-naked body against mine was almost too much.

              “I can do that.”  I smiled at him, tilting my head to the side.

              “Before we do much else though I think you need to lose the shirt.”  My chest pounded at the thought of what my father had just said.  For a moment my efforts to fight against his strong body ceased.  I looked up into his eyes.

              “I . . . can do that.”  My acceptance was cut in half by an audible and involuntary gulp.  First, I had never been shirtless in front of my dad, especially not when he was on top of me wrestling.  The though of being shirtless next to such an Adonis of a man was nerve-wracking enough.  Add to this though, I had just nervously choked with his face only being a few inches away from mine.  Unsurprisingly my alpha father did not let this opportunity to assert his dominance go by.

              “Are you nervous to take your shirt off in front of me?”  He strengthen his grip against my wrists and pulled himself away slightly.  “I mean I do probably look pretty intimidating from your angle right now,” he said matter of factly with a hint of joy to his voice. 

              “You definitely do.”  I breathed fanning his swelling ego.  Seeing my dad cocky was more enticing than I had ever thought it would be.  Frankly I never realized he had this side to himself.  I had assumed that a man wouldn’t walk around the house in just his boxers if he weren’t trying to show off a little, but I never knew just how big his ego could get.  And I loved every second of it.

              “So at half my age, you’re afraid to be shirtless in front of me because my body is so ripped.”

              “Well afraid, and you’re pinning my arms to the floor.”  I smirked with a slight verbal smack.  Not going quite the route I was expecting, my father leaned back, taking his hands away from my arms releasing me.  As he sat up right, his hard stone like ass against pressed against the very top of my thighs, he rolled his eyes and scrunched his lips together in exaggerated annoyance.  He brought his right and left hands to my collar, and in one movement . . . he tore my shirt open.  A clean tear struck down the middle as the fabric let out a thick tearing sound against his brut force.  He released the fabric from his hands, allowing his arms to dangle momentarily by his side as he brought his glance back to me.  He looked down at me with the subtlest, dominant smile he had ever given me.  His eyes were slightly, almost unnoticeably, narrowed.  For a moment I sat in silence staring up at him.  My shirtless father had just ripped my shirt open while sitting on my thighs in just his boxers.  I was truly, in every sense of the word, speechless.  My arms hadn’t even moved from where he had pinned me.

              My dad’s eyes slowly left mine and began to trace along the large tear he had created. 

              “Damn dude.”  His eyes continued to move along my exposed torso.  “You’ve been hitting the gym more than I thought.”  His eyes continued to flow along my heaving torso as I processed what had just happened: he had complimented my body.  HE had complimented MY body.  “You’ve got a nice 6 pack.”  He said in a baritone whisper letting his eyes rest on the traces of my abs.  To be clear, as I said much earlier, I was by no means a slouch.  I had spent time working out with my friends and putting in the effort to develop a better physique.  That said however, my body was still nothing compared to my dad’s ripped bodybuilder physique.  I would say I was just a little under average for a fit college guy.

              “I think I might have a better idea of what you were talking about earlier though.”  He slowly brought his eyes back to mine tracing back up through my abs and my chest.  He paused for a moment letting our eyes lock.

              “We’ve gone over a lot tonight, you might need to be more specific.” 

              “About you feeling emasculated by me.”  He responded immediately, with a clear and lucid tone.  “What you were saying earlier, about looking good.  You look . . .” he breathed in as he took my exposed torso in once again.  “You look good.”  He said in genuine admiration.  In the strangest way, I knew what he was about to say and I was on the edge of self-control waiting for him to deliver his cocky answer, all but begging to hear him say it.  Waiting to feel my father emasculate me.

              “But at 52 I look better than you do at 22.  You’re emasculated because even though you’ve got a 6-pack and nice chest at 22, you know at 52 I’m bigger,” he struck a double bicep pose on top of me, letting the movement spread slowly to emphasize his stature.  “,and stronger than you are.” He maintained his impressive bicep flex while tightening his thighs around my torso.  My dad wasn’t lying about his strength, nor was he trying to hide it.  Just by tensing his massive legs I could already feel a crushing pressure against both sides of my body.  He was barely trying and already his vascular legs were exerting such strong force.  With my hands finally free from his vice grip I brought my hands to his flexed thighs and rubbed along them.  I tried to savor the feeling of my fathers bare legs under my fingers, letting them trace along his defined muscles.  His skin was smooth and warm, save for the veins that my hands bumped over.  I had wanted to rub his muscles for so long, and finally I could without shame.  Hell, a few hours ago I was simply looking at him in the living room wishing I could see him without his shirt.  Now, he was on top of me flexing while I rubbed his thighs as he crushed me with them for fun. 

              “God damn you are so hot.”  I let out in breathless admiration, trying to dig my fingers into his stone quads. 

              “Can I ask you something?”  He slowly moved his hands to the back of his head to maintain his powerful stature and flex.

              “I’m not really in a position to refuse you.” 

              “That’s true, and I want you to be honest, or . . .” his legs became more defined as he applied more pressure against me.  I naturally tensed at his increased pressure, but couldn’t believe how good it felt to feel his bare legs squeezing against my body.  I continued to rub along the sides of his now steel like legs. 

              “I might have to punish you a bit.”  He smiled down at me as brought his arms into a most muscular.  “How long have you wanted this?”  I laughed nervously for a moment but responded a bit quicker than perhaps he thought I would.

              “Since the first time I saw you take your shirt off, and I saw how big you had gotten.  I remember thinking how confusing it was seeing you so . . . muscular and young looking.  I’m supposed to be the young and fit one, but you took your shirt off and there was no question in my mind that you were stronger than me.  And ever since then . . . I’ve wanted to feel just how strong you are.  I want to feel inferior to you.”  I let my hands rest on his slowly relaxing quads for a moment.

              “And I assume I’ve done that right?  I mean I don’t think I need to whip my dick out to prove I’m a bigger man than you.”  My body nearly erupted at the thought of my dad lowering his boxers down to reveal what I already knew was a bigger dick than mine.  From the moment he had taken his pants off I didn’t even need to question what was underneath.

              “You pinned me without trying, I’d say that pretty much proves it.  And come on, you made me take your pants off and give you a foot message with no shirt.  I don’t really question who the bigger man is.”  I started to rub along his legs slowly.  “I like it when you take charge.”  He let out a single laugh as he let his torso fall, slamming his hands down beside me on both sides, just above my shoulders. 

              “Well you must enjoy it . . .” my dad lifted his hips up before driving them into mine with a shocking amount of force.  “Because you’ve got a raging boner right now.”  He drug his boxers across my pants pressing my hard cock against his soft, but large, dick. I could feel the girth of his cock through is boxers, and he wasn’t even hard yet.

              “Do my muscles make you hard?” 

              “It’s been so fucking hard to keep these down.  Whenever I see you shirtless, or especially when you’re just in your boxers, you just look so damn hot.  You’re twice my age but you’re so confident and . . . sexy.”  He dragged his dick against mine once more, this time taking his time to make sure he went along the full length.  I could feel just how thick he was from the feeling of his mass grinding against my throbbing boner.    

              “Seeing you underneath me shirtless . . . and hard, is really starting to turn me on.”  He purred as he pulled the heavy weight of his body away from mine.  Suddenly, for the first time since we had started wrestling he backed away from, and stood up.  Towering over me, upright and muscular, he looked down on me as I laid shirtless on the floor.  I stared up at my father in his boxers, noticing that his underwear were more filled than they had been before.  Submitting me like this was getting him excited.  He brought his hand down to his boxers and started to lightly stroke his growing cock.

              “Take your pants off.”  He commanded with clear and strict authority.  Doing as I was told I pulled off my sweat pants, and dropped them to the side of me, looking back up at my dad.  For the first time, I was now in my underwear in front of my bodybuilder father.  His boxers were now starting to constrain against the size of his large, swelling dick.  Still touching himself he commanded one more time, “stand up.”  I felt my own boxers shift as I moved my legs to stand up.  Standing for the first time in a few minutes, and since I had started to get hard, I felt a bit light headed but my senses started to return to me.  The sheer amount of adrenalin and lust that I was feeling were enough to keep me focused despite the slight dizziness. 

              “Now . . . take my boxers off.”  He tightened his grip against his now fully erect cock before letting go of it.  He let his hands fall to his side as I looked down to see the long, thick bulge in his underwear.  The fabric could barely contain his erection.  He was so long, but also incredibly thick.  I hesitated for moment taking in seeing his boner for the first time. 

              “Is it finally hitting you that my dick’s bigger than yours?”  He asked as though this had been a mutual understanding for some time.

              “You’re so . . . fucking thick.”  I said amazed.

              “Oh that’s cute.”  He said sympathetically as he wrapped his large manly, muscular arms around my shoulders and neck.  “You never looked at my dick before?”  He rose his eyebrow in doubt.  “Because I’ve seen you check my cock before.”  He broke a grin as I savored the feeling of his powerful arms resting on my small shoulders.  “And I know you want it, so . . .” he flexed his arms and pecs, letting his beautiful body flare into its powerful shape.  His veins thickened on his arm, and his pecs seemed to pump up.  “Get down on your knees and fucking beg to suck me.”  Reacting on pure emotion and lust I let my body sink down.  I put my hands against his tight pecs, squeezing them as I lowered my body, letting my hands brush against his nipples and down to his abs.  Knowing exactly what I wanted he flexed his abs as my hands came across.  His arms and pecs were still tensed, mixed with his abs, his bare feet, and his now throbbing dick . . . I had never seen my father look so masculine. 

              “I’m half your age, and yet you are the most muscular, powerful, and thick man I have ever seen.”  I brushed my hands along his hips.  “So let me make you feel like the man you are.”  I breathed in and looked up into his eyes.  “I want to take your pants off, and I want you to make me your bitch.”

              “You want to be daddy’s bitch?”  He inched slightly closer to me putting his thick mass right against my face. 

              “Yes.”  I affirmed with absolute certainty.  “I’ve wanted your body for so fucking long.”  He caressed my back with his fingers as he nodded his head down at me.  With his signal I finally did what I had embarrassingly fantasized about for so long: I reached my fingers into the sides of his boxer and almost without thinking I let my hands pull down against his body.  Almost as if in slow motion I watched as the fabric came down and his massive, vascular, cock came into view one inch at a time.  As the boxers reached the tip of his head, his entire manhood sprung out from the fabric and slowly settled upright against his body, free of its constraint.  I pulled his underwear over his enlarged and cut quads down to his feet as he stepped out of them.  I left them in my hand a moment, letting the heat and sweat of the fabric seep into my hands, as I stared up in complete awe of what I saw: my naked, muscular, mature father – bearing his erect dick in front of my face.  His dick was almost touching my face, I had never seen him look so intimidating powerful or beautiful.  Unable to resist, I began to open my mouth and move my lips towards his long manhood.  Just as I did he brought his hand from my back to my mouth, covering it as though to block out the words I could no longer even bring myself to use. 

              “No no no.”  He brought his right hand over to stroke his swollen dick in front of my face. 

              “I said you were going to beg to suck me.  You don’t just blow a man with a ripped, gorgeous body and big dick.  You have to earn that shit.”  He moved just to my right. 

              “Besides, I took my shirt off, flexed, let you rub my feet, touch my muscles, and then I pinned you to the floor like a little bitch . . . I think you need to return the favor a little before I let you try and blow me.”  He took a step forward, turning his body to now bring his shredded back and bare ass to my face, and suddenly I had a deviously nasty idea where he was headed. 

              “So before you get to suck my seven inch cock,” He struck a double back bicep pose and looked back over his shoulder. 

              “You’re going to eat my ass.”  He finished his pose by tightening his glutes causing his ass to rise and condense.  Seeing my father completely naked, flexing his ass in front of me along with his ripped and defined back is by far one of the hottest things I had seen in my entire life.  Looking at his flexed glutes so many different thoughts ran through my mind.  I thought back to how just earlier this afternoon I had been anxious to see my father unbutton his shirt, knowing he was about to show off his body in passing.  Now, as I inched closer to his exposed body on my knees, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.  I didn’t have to lie or bottle up any of these emotions anymore, I could finally embrace them.  I placed my hands on his hips, delicately letting my fingers slide down his skin.  A small hint of his cologne came across my face as I moved closer to him.  The scent of his cologne only further pushed me to give into my instincts.

              I brought lips closer to his ass, and after a moment of hesitation, I placed my lips on the peak of his flexed glutes.  His body was warm, smooth, and incredibly hard.  I let my lips sit for half a second before letting them come away.  Every inch of my body was feverish from being able to finally kiss his naked body.  He relaxed his pose, letting his ass fall slightly, though it still looked firmer and harder than mine did flexed.  He lightly placed his hands over mine.  He brought my hands onto the front of his thighs, but stopped them short of being able to touch his massive erection.  He pressed my hands against his thigh, stroking the tops of my fingers. 

              “Keep going.  I want to feel your mouth inside my ass.”  Seemingly contrary to his words a few seconds ago, this was almost more of a request rather than a command.  Either way, I wasn’t about to displease my father.  I let my body fall forward slightly, landing my lips against the peak of his bare glute, but this time my lips were less tame.  I opened my mouth slightly letting my tongue touch his skin, still surprised at just how hard it felt.  I continued to kiss along the muscular mound until I came to the crack.  A rush of energy came through me as I began to pull my hands out from under his.

              “Whatever you want daddy.”  I breathed in the complete pleasure of surrendering myself.  I was submitting to my father, but somehow I felt a sense of control I hadn’t felt before.  I placed my hands firmly on both of his hard, masculine cheeks, taking the opportunity to squeeze as hard as I could, appreciating every second I groped his ass.  Sensing my enjoyment he tightened his glutes again, pushing my fingers out from his skin, unable to dent his now flexed muscles.  He brought his left hand to his cock and started to stroke back and forth.  He was already getting off to my show of admiration.  I took a deep breathe, slowly closing my eyes.  I could feel the tension rise in my body as every inch of me prepared to show him just how much I had been wanting to do this.  Before I could even fully feel my body move, my lips were in the middle of his crack, once again trying to spread his thick, defined cheeks.  Unable to resist the combined sensation of stroking his own cock and my lips against his crack, his ass untightened and my lips seemed to sink in further.  I pulled with slightly more force as I allowed my mouth and tongue to engulf his crack.  Both of our breathing picked up as I dug my mouth into his ass.  I couldn’t resist myself.  I continued to kiss, eventually letting my tongue run along his exposed hole.

              “Oh fuck!”  He called out in pleasure as my tongue crossed it.  His ass relaxed even more as I continued to press my face into his crack, letting all of my built up passion loose on his masculine hole. 

              “Fucking eat that ass!”  He contracted his glutes slightly, pushing my face back a small amount, but not enough that I couldn’t still pleasure his hole with my tongue.  I continued for another few seconds, allowing myself to melt into the firm muscles that held my face.

              “God damn your mouth feels so good.”  I let out a distorted moan, the throbbing in my pants becoming almost painful.  I hadn’t even touched my dick but my boxers were already soaked with precum.  Unable to restrain myself I pulled my mouth back for a moment, and slapped both of my hands against his bare ass, with more force than perhaps I had intended.  My father let out a deep moan as my palms met his ass, creating a slight cracking sound.

              “Fuck you’re so sexy.”  I let out, squeezing his glutes, admiring what I had just pleasured. 

              “Stand up.”  He breathed heavily, but still with a tone of command.  I stood up behind my father, purposefully letting my wet cock press against his ass.  He had slowed his hand strokes, and was now pulling against his dick at a slower pace.  I looked in the mirror in front of us and tried to take in every inch of his naked body. 

              “God damn your cock’s thick.”  He breathed out as I began to kiss his muscular shoulders.  I let my hands wrap around his lats and placed my palms against his pumped pecs.  He breathed out as my hands crossed his hard nipples.

              “Yeah squeeze my tits.”  He commanded, as I complied and dug my fingers into his thick pecs before he tensed them to make them rock solid under fingers.  We both kept our eyes on the mirror, getting off on seeing our bodies pressed against one another, me worshiping his superior and masculine body.  I let my entire body squeeze against my fathers powerful muscles, kissing along his neck, unleashing all of the lust and passion I had been trying to hide from him.

              “How does it feel to be submitted by a dad twice your age?” 

              “I feel like such a little slut,” My words being smothered against my lips pressing his warm skin. “being able to make love to such a fucking thick man.”

              “Are you ready to be daddy’s little bitch?”  He started to stroke his cock faster as I grinded my wet boxers against his crack.  I felt a slight amount of precum leak out at the realization that his glutes might have been harder than my own cock. 

              “Fuck yes.  My dick can’t take much more.”  I breathed out in anticipation, letting my hands stroke his pecs.  My father let his thick neck fall back as I continued to kiss along it before he let out a small laugh.

              “I am going to throat fuck you so hard.” 

              “Do you want me on the bed, or on my knees?”  I brought my hands to his back and began to trace along his striated muscles.  Each muscle felt hard and dense against my soft fingers.  I continued to trace down his muscular, wide, thick back enamored at just how defined and cut it had become.  I swept my fingers across his pumped muscles before bringing them back to the two mounds I had taken with my mouth only seconds ago.

              “I’m ready to submit to you.”  I breathed against his neck as I took his ass in my hands squeezing and savoring how muscular his entire body felt.  I was finally able to touch my father’s muscles, feeling just how strong and powerful he had become.  My cock was ready to erupt, I was struggling to contain myself.  I had only ever dreamt of being able to touch him, much less rim him, I couldn’t believe he was about to finally fuck me.  He turned around towards me and stroked his hands along my arms.  As his right hand touched my arm I noticed a warm, sticky liquid rub off onto my skin.

              “You’re starting to precum.”  I said bringing my lips close to his as my hands felt along his flexed lats.  His bare chest was lightly touching mine.  I can’t even describe the rush of having such a masculine naked man in front of me, so close.  The faint sensation of his brick-lick pecs touching mine was nearly enough to make me finish where we stood.

              “Watching men get turned on by my body gets me so wet.”  He confessed as he applied pressure to my shoulders, forcing me onto my knees.  “Seeing you getting off to touching my muscles, worshiping me like the man I am, gets me so fucking hot.”  I looked up at his naked body, enthralled by his dominance.  He struck a double bicep pose, flaring his quads in front of me, with his erect cock in my face.  His throbbing, wet, seven inch cock was barely a few inches away from my mouth as I slowly rubbed my thighs trying to resist the urge to jack myself off. 

              “Now.”  He said in a dominant baritone voice as he straightened his posture and squared his hips in front of me.  “Suck that shit.”  I had waited so long to hear those words.  I had thought of this moment more times than I am proud of, but whenever my dad would come into the kitchen in just his boxers, I couldn’t help my mind from going there.  Imagining what it would be like to finally see him take his underwear off, letting his thick cock spring out, and then asking me to suck it.  The tip of his head was almost touching my lips.  My heart slammed against my chest as I hesitantly started to open my mouth.  After a moment, almost by instinct, my mouth opened further and I took his throbbing head into my mouth.  The warm, wet, smooth tip rubbed against the roof of my mouth as I began to slowly suck and lick his shaft.  I could feel the precum spread across the top of my mouth as I took his long, vascular, hard shaft deeper into my mouth.  I breathed deeply, letting the inexplicable pleasure of finally being able to suck this man’s cock overtake me.  His beautiful, muscular body deserved to be pleasured.  I had fantasized about blowing him for so long, and now his thick wet manhood was in my mouth.

              He arched his back and moaned as I continued to move my mouth closer and closer to the base of his shaft.  I moved my mouth back and forth across his skin, keeping my lips firm, licking his head with each thrust. 

              “Don’t forget daddy’s balls.”  He breathed out, for the first time this entire evening seemingly genuinely short of breath.  Obeying his demand, I took his dick out of my mouth, putting my hand around his shaft stroking it and squeezing, as I let my mouth engulf his large balls.  He was better endowed than I was, so taking such large balls into my mouth was a surprise at first.  I gently licked and sucked against sack.  He let out another sigh of pleasure as my tongue slowly grazed one of his nuts.  I looked up to him, my eyes passing along the erotically lit curves of his abs and pecs, locking eyes just as I took it into my mouth.  I rolled his loaded nut against my tongue a few more times before letting his now wet sack out of my mouth, returning to his throbbing, cum soaked cock.  I took his head faster this time, licking and swallowing his pre cum.  He placed his hands on his hips and flexed his pecs and abs as he looked down at me, his mouth open so that he could breathe harder.

              “Yeah you fucking take my cock.”  Seeing him flex his large muscles as I blew him on my knees was by far the hottest thing I had ever felt.  “Grab my tits.”  He flexed his pecs, causing them to roll up slowly into condensed mounds.  Wanting to pleasure him, I reached my hands up and groped his thick pecs.  He released his flex allowing my hands to grab into his chest.  With his cock in my mouth and his thick pecs in my hands, his nipples rubbing against my palms, I couldn’t help but moan.  He flexed his chest again, this time tensing his arms and abs at the same time.  I could see his quads become striated in front of my face.  All of the muscles along his pelvis tensed in ways I hadn’t seen before. 

              “Who’s daddy’s bitch?”  He asked with his entire vascular body now flexed.  I briefly let my mouth free.

              “Me.”  I breathed out before taking his member back into my mouth.  I sucked hard against his shaft before releasing it.  “Do you like submitting me?”  I looked up into his eyes as I groped his nipples and licked the tip of his head.  “Do you like it when I make you feel like a man?”  I gave a sharp smile as I lightly twisted his nipples.  His dick jumped away from my tongue and another rush of precum seeped out of his dick.  He let a quick, almost calm, smile come to his face before grabbing my hair with his thick muscular arms.  He tilted my head back, as the precum dripped from his dick onto my upper thigh. 

              “Do you want me to make you feel like a man?”  He emphasized the reversal of my comment.  I knew exactly what he was asking, and my entire body nearly shook with anticipation at the very though of it.  I let my arms slowly come down along his body, savoring every inch of his shredded physique. 

              “Are you going to fuck me?”  I asked with a coy smile. 

              “Do you want me to?”  I couldn’t help but let a small involuntary laugh come out at the absurdity of his question.  I was on my knees, rubbing his naked body, and had just swallowed his precum.

              “Do you even need to ask?”  I replied looking up at him enraptured by his natural dominance and masculinity.  He started to stroke my hair, stepping forward just enough that his dick was now at the side of my face, and his powerful masculine body towered over me.  He gripped my hair lightly with one hand and used the other to smack his erect dick against my left cheek.  The sound of skin hitting seemed to fill the room, breaking the intimate silence of our breathing.

              “You’ve seen how thick I am.  Between my cock and,” He looked at himself for a moment, “this massive body, you might be a bit sore by the time I’m done.”  He let go of his cock and directed his hips so that his dick was now in front of my lips. 

              “You know I’ve wanted you to fuck me.”

              “Good.”  He said quietly and sensually.  “But before I wreck your ass,” he straightened his legs lining his dick up.  “let’s see if you can handle daddy mouth fucking you.”  He said in a deep, primal voice.  Before I could say anything to spur his ego on further, he used his two large hands to cup the back of my head and drove my mouth onto his dick.  I quickly opened my lips and took the bulk of his long cock.  Before I could really even wrap my tongue around it he started to thrust his hips back and forth, still with my mouth around his dick.  He took a deep breath in as he started to mouth fuck me.  I was barely moving my head, fully surrendering to the powerful thrusts his body exerted against my head.  He thrusted in and out of my mouth as I reciprocated his rhythm with tightening and releasing my lips and tongue. 

              “Fuck!”  He breathed out slowly as his thrusts became slower, but much harder.  My father’s body was so muscular and powerful, and he was using his strength to slam his cock into my mouth as hard as he could.  I looked up and saw that the veins in his arms were swollen against his force.  His abs and pecs became more defined, and the striations in his shoulders became more pronounced.  He grunted as he continued to retract out and then shove his cock deeper into my mouth.  I began to moan as the feeling of my father’s powerful body and large cock were getting to be too much to handle. 

              “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum.”  He said hastening his explosive thrusts into my mouth.  His movements became more rhythmic as his body gave into the ecstatic build up.  I grabbed his bare ass and squeezed his glutes, feeling his thick muscles tense and release with each thrust.  Slipping further into primal ecstasy with each thrust, I let my fingers go further along his stone-like ass until I reached his crack.  Wanting so bad for him to unload in my mouth, I dug my right hand into his crack.  I could feel just how sweaty he had become as my finger circled his tight hole, matching the rhythm of my fingers with his hips.

              “Fuck yeah.”  He let out in a deep growl.  Unable to restrain himself any further, my father’s entire body starting to clench up, his head tilted back his lips rolled, and his ass tightened against my fingers. 

              “Take my load bitch.”  He growled before thrusting his cock one last time against my mouth.  This time, just as he reached as far as he could I felt his cock expand under my lips.  A thick burst of cum erupted into my mouth, quickly filling the small space his cock hadn’t already filled.  I began to suck and lick harder as I swallowed his massive load.  He moaned out and seemed to freeze in place as his entire body flared with euphoria.  His cum kept pouring into my mouth as I struggled to take all of it.  I felt the warm, creamy jets spread across my tongue one after the other.  I tried to take his nut as it poured into my mouth, but with each swallow a new stream of cum would unload.  Much like my father’s muscular body, his cum shots were proving to be too much for me to handle.  Just as his dick started to release the last of his cum, I couldn’t handle the tension.  I swallowed his final cum stream, before letting myself fall back onto my elbows, looking up at my fathers muscular body and his throbbing, soaked cock.  His body had gotten a little sweaty from mouth fucking me.  Seeing my father’s muscular body naked, his erect cock, knowing he had just submitted me, my entire body was overtaken.  Without even touching myself, I pulled my boxers back finally freeing my dick from its constraints.  I pushed up with my hips, arching my back as cum erupted all over my abs. 

              “Fuck.”  I cried out in a choked voice as I kept cuming, seemingly harder with each shot.  My body was completely taken by the most euphoric sense of release I had felt in my entire life.  I had wanted to feel his body and see his dick for so long.  And having just taken his cum, I couldn’t stop my body from releasing that unmatched, pent-up, lustful joy.  I let my elbows give out, as my back hit the floor.  I let my cock twitch a few more times, letting the cum pour onto my skin.  I breathed out, unable to speak.

              For the next ten seconds or so the room was filled with the sound of us breathing and reveling in the pleasure of our orgasms.  In the oddest way, the entire world seemed to slip away.  I wasn’t even thinking about what had just happened, I simply let my entire being melt away into something I couldn’t even describe or grasp.  I had never felt such a sense of ecstasy and pure calmness.  I let my head roll to the right, my body now sprawled out in front of my father.  I slowly felt my conscience come back to me.  I could hear my dad’s feet against the carpet as I slowly, drunkenly opened my eyes.  He knelt down beside me, his cock still fully erect as he put his weight onto one knee.

              “You give one hell of a blow job.”  He smirked, still breathing heavily.  “Is that what you’ve been learning at college?”  He raised an eyebrow at me.

              “I have many talents I’m known for.”  I gave him a vixen smile, speaking in a rasp. 

              “If I had known I would have had you suck my cock a long time ago.”  He looked up and down my exposed body.  “I wouldn’t have teased you so long walking around in my underwear.”  I was still coming down from the high, but already my body felt a singeing adrenalin rush.  My naked, muscular father, still fully erect after cuming in my mouth, admitted that he walked around in his boxers, shirtless and showing of his bulge, to tease me.  I reached up and let my hand grab his flexed calf.

              “Do you have any idea just how sexy how you are?”  I asked slowly caressing his steel like muscle. He let out a small laugh, almost as though admitting he did.  “I mean seriously, you’re a 52-year-old doctor, and you have the body and stamina of a 20 year old.  You’re sure-as-fuck stronger than me.”

              “I have a lot of stamina too.”  He said looking at me flatly.  I nodded my head looking at his still erect cock.

              “Apparently.  You’re still rock solid.” 

              “My muscles aren’t the only intimidating thing about me I take it?”

              “Now why would I be intimidated?”  I smiled sarcastically.  “You wrestle me, make me feel your muscles, then whip out your massive dick, which is bigger than mine by the way.  And at 52 you’re apparently even hornier than I am at 22.”

              “You like me being a daddy don’t you?”  He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. 

              “What’s not to like?”  He flexed his right arm, against his now thick and flared quads.

              “Well.”  He looked at his arm before looking back at me.  “In case my throbbing cock didn’t already give it away, I am still horny.”  He released his flexed arm and slowly moved his body on top of mine.  He put his muscular, thick, and vascular arms on both sides of my head, spreading my legs apart with his.  He let his cock come down and rub against the cum on my stomach. 

              “I think it’s time for round two.”  He said in a low, pointed tone spreading my legs slightly further. 

              “Damn you are horny!”  I thrusted my cock against his, teasing him.  He took a breath in before looking down into my eyes.    

              “You have such a cute little ass.  It drives me crazy.”  I slowly brought my arms up and moved my fingers along his flared biceps and triceps.  I slid my fingers along his smooth, but rock-solid muscles.

              “And apparently my arms drive you crazy.”  He quipped.

              “So I’ve been honest with you, although it might not have been hard to figure out.  If you walked around I’d check you out.  And I’d wonder what it would be like to feel your muscles and see that massive dick.”  I squeezed his flexed arms, still astounded at just how hard and vascular they were.  My finger bumped over his thick veins as I stroked them. 

              “Did you ever think about me?”  I asked directly.  “And my cute little ass?”  I moved my fingers along from his biceps down to his incredibly vascular and thick forearms. 

              “You’re not as much of a tease as I am, but . . .”  He looked up and down my body.  “Yeah, I’ve wondered what it would be like to rip your clothes off.”  He lowered his arms down as though doing a push up, letting his cock press into my abdomen as he did.  My cum moved out from under his dick as he did, smearing against his abs.  He lowered himself down until his face was nearly touching mine.

              “I’ve also thought about some pretty nasty things we could do.”  He took a deep breath in pushing himself back up.  This time though he sat himself up, and struck a lat and pec pose, letting his thick lats expand past his sides as his pecs popped up.  His dick jumped as he completed the pose. 

              “And daddy needs to cum again.” 

              “I can help make that happen.”  I rubbed along his thigs, squeezing his muscular cut quads. 

              “Good.”  He let his pose go and slowly rose up away from me.  Standing over me he placed his hands on his hips, once again letting his cock bounce.  “Stand up.”  His tone now more resembled the one it had earlier.  The calm from his last orgasm must have been wearing off, and his testosterone was starting to take over again at the thought of finally being able to ass fuck me.  Not daring to question my muscular father’s command I stood up in front of him. 

              “Is your dick ready?”  He asked.  I couldn’t help but notice the irony of the 52-year-old asking if the 22 year old’s dick was ready for another round. 

              “I’ve been ready to blow since earlier today, so I’m good.”  I answered as he brought his strong hands to my arms and stroked them.  The tips of our dicks touched causing both of them to jump in response.

              “Just checking.  I think sometimes men are a bit taken aback.  But with the amount that I work out, my test is through the roof, which makes me so goddamn horny.  Men your age are still coming down from the last orgasm and I’m ready to go.”

              “That is so hot.”  I breathed out as I grabbed his biceps again, looking him in the eyes.  “The idea of you fucking guys my age, you have to know you are . . .”  I took a breath thinking.  “insanely sexy right?” 

              “I figured that out when a grad student was all but begging me to take my pants off.”  He flexed his biceps as I continued to hold them, letting his mounds swell and peak under my weaker grip.  “That dude cam in his pants just watching me flex without a shirt.”  He repeated the flex one more time.

              “Can’t say that I blame him.  You’re smart, beautiful, kind, mature . . . basically the entire package.”  I marveled in a distant voice.  He took a step forward making our dicks press together as his chest pushed against mine.  The feeling of his hard nipples and pecs pressing against me made my cock ache with desire. 

              “Do you want to worship me a little before my cock breaks your ass?”  He said so casually, in an almost innocent voice, a contrast to his otherwise authoritative body.

              “Fuck yes.”  I brought my left hand to the back of his head, and my right hand over his bare ass, pulling him closer to me as I kissed him.  I pressed my lips against his, letting my body take in the sensation of his warm lips.  He reciprocated my movements, as I slowly slid my tongue across his lips.  I squeezed his firm ass as he tightened his grip along my arms.  After a moment we pulled away, and looked at each other.  A complete two or three seconds passed before he spoke.

              “Get on the bed.”  He ordered.  I looked over to my left towards the bed and began to walk towards, only stopping when I got to the foot of the bed.  I couldn’t help but crack a slight grin as an idea popped into my head. 

              “Could you lift me?”  I placed my hands against the edge of the bed and leaned back.  I paused for a second nervous to defy his order with a request.  “And then maybe throw me onto it?”

              “Did you like it when I carried you earlier?” 

              “It was really hot.”  I said looking him in his eyes as I brought my hand down to my erect dick.  I slowly stroked my shaft as I continued, “whenever you exert your authority like that, it really turns me on.” 

              “Alright then.”  He said clearly enjoying what he was about to do.  In a quick movement my father grabbed my upper legs, making his forearms hit against my lower ass.  In a single squat movement he lifted my entire body up so that I was resting on his fists and forearms, our chests touching.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed in deeply with the rush of adrenalin of being lifted by my naked, powerful father.  I looked down to see his vascular, pumped biceps fully flexed with my weight.  His arms were so large.  On top of that, it seemed like his traps and shoulders were getting pumped from holding me.  Small veins started to appear all over his upper torso. 

              “Is this what you like?”  He asked sensually.  I rubbed my dick against his abs slowly.

              “Yeah.”  I moaned out letting my cock rub between the crevices of his 8 pack.  I was humping my dad’s 8 pack, to say this is what I liked was a vast understatement.

              “It’s a good thing you enjoy being my bitch.  I don’t think I’ll ever need to remind you who has the bigger muscles or the thicker cock in this house right?” 

              “Fuck no.  You’re way more of a man than I am.”  I continued to rub against his hard abs.  He slowly walked back a few feet. 

              “It must be a bit intimidating for you knowing that I bang men your age who only look half as good as I do.”  I looked down at my dad’s hard pecs and let my fingers press against his hard traps. 

              “Do you fuck a lot of guys my age?”  My tone was quiet but fueled with lust.  His grip tightened around my ass. 

              “You’ve seen me naked at this point, you tell me.” 

              “True,” I lifted my head up from his massive chest and back to his eyes.  For a brief second I could hear our deep breathing, both of us panting with pent up sexual tension.  My father had made me his bitch at this point, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t willing to add to the fire.  I knew he already wanted me, but I also knew I could drive him even further.  I wanted him to be just as in need of my body as I was of his. 

              “But.”  I brought my hands up and stroked his muscled neck, letting my fingers graze up to his hair.  “Talk only gets you so far . . . I want to feel how you fuck guys my age.”  I brought my right foot up and brushed it against his right ass cheek.  “Are you going to fuck me?”  I rasped as I pressed my lips against his neck.  I began to kiss him deeply and slowly, moving my lips further up his neck as he stretched back savoring the moment. 

              “Oh yeah,” he let out, seemingly involuntarily.  His grip tightened against my ass and his arms almost began squeezing me against his chest.  “I hope you’re ready.”  I could feel his voice vibrate against my lips as I kissed just under his jaw.    

              “Take me.”  I breathed out letting myself get carried away.  I grinded my cock against his 8-pack again, breathing in deeply.  “I’m yours.” 

              “Damn straight.”  He replied with a full masculine voice, taking a few steps forward.  I felt his pumped arms tense under my body as he threw me onto the bed.  I landed on my back with a thud, gaining my bearings.  I looked up, and just as I did, my dad brought his right foot up onto the bed, showing off his incredibly large and muscular leg.  Everything from his foot, to his calves, to his quads seemed pumped and powerful.  Standing in front of me, his cock was fully erect.  He was horny, and ready for release. 

              “I think it’s time you learn what it’s like to get fucked by a man.”  He climbed onto the bed and took a few steps until his body was towering over my hips.  He placed his hands on his hips, his legs on both sides of my hips.  His flexed his entire body, causing every muscle group I could see to contract and grow with power.  His cock jumped, and a small drop of precum came out of my father’s long, hard, pulsating cock.  From my vantage point, my father had never looked so masculine or powerful.  I could see his tight glutes protruding from behind his massive legs.  I couldn’t help touching myself seeing him standing over me so dominantly.  He slowly unflexed and lowered his body down. 

              “No, no, no.”  He grabbed my hands away from my dick and quickly pinned me to the bed.  The force he exerted against my wrists was unbelievable.  I was suddenly curious just how rough he could get with me. 

              “You’re not going to jack off yet, no matter how sexy I am.”  He began to slowly grind his hard cock against mine.  I moaned, unable to contain the indescribable feeling of his thick dick rubbing against mine, knowing he was bigger and thicker than I was.  He humped me a few more times, never letting go of my wrists.  Some of his cum smeared against my cock, letting his slide against mine. 

              “Fuck you have a nice dick.”  He growled pressing harder against my body.  The force he was able to exert was intoxicating.  I knew my father was strong before, but I had never felt his strength like this.  His grinds became slower and more rhythmic until he stopped and released my wrists. 

              “Do you need me to loosen you up a little?”  He brought his hands from my neck down to my nipples. 

              “You’re the biggest man I’ll have ever taken, so you better get my hole ready.” 

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7 hours ago, NickSR said:

Hey guys!  Here is part 3 - I think there will just be one more part after this (about 25 pages left in total)

This part gets VERY steamy - technically this depicts a "father" and "son."  Having never shared this kind of story before I feel a need to say I obviously wouldn't support this in real life - but in a fantasy world the idea of an older man dominating a younger guy with his muscles is so erotic and sexy.  So even if dad/son is not your thing - imagine the hottest muscle daddy you have ever seen and imagine you are the "son" on the receiving end of his lust and muscles.  Get comfy, get horny, and happy reading

 

 

About My Dad Pt. 3

 

               I admired the back of his boxers as we walked down the hall.  He had only left a few dim lights on in the kitchen and dinning area, so the hallway was black.  We finally came to the door of his room, and he turned on the lights above of his bed.  He had a square, high-set, multi-layered ceiling, so when the lights came on they illuminated the square, letting the light bleed into the room.  The bedroom was about as dim as the kitchen had been.  Bright enough I could still see the intricacies of my dad’s muscular frame, but dark enough it gave a certain intimacy to the space.

              My father’s room was large enough that despite him having a queen bed there was an entire sitting area in front of the bed.  He had always had a thick, soft carpet in from of it, so it made sense to use it.  I can say with absolute certainty, even when I would check my dad out in the living room or kitchen, I never thought I would see him in just his boxers in his bedroom getting ready to wrestle me.

              “Alright man.”  He said hopping over to the rug with a surprising amount of energy.  “Are you ready?”  I hurried over to the nearside of the carpet opposite him. 

              “Totally, but uhm, I don’t really know much about wrestling.”  I confessed bending my knees even though I had no clue what to do. 

              “Don’t’ worry too much.”  He said with a faint cockiness to his voice.  Not that he was wrong though, I wasn’t planning on being the dominant person in this situation.  That lead my brain to another place, one my dad was apparently already at.

              “I can’t promise you won’t be a bit sore after this though.”  He smirked at me before raising his eyebrows.  I stood up straight unsure of how to stand anymore.

              “Well bring it on old man.”  I jeered eagerly anticipating what was about to happen.  I also fully recognized the irony in my taunt.  This old man had a way fitter and stronger body than me. Surprisingly, to me at least, my dad started walking towards me in a normal walking stance.  He wasn’t bracing, preparing himself or anything.  He came almost as close to me as he had been in the kitchen, before quickly extending his arm, grabbing my left arm, and spinning around fast enough that I lost my balance and fell to the ground behind him in the center of the carpet.  He had managed to throw me so that I more slid onto the rug rather than just slamming into it.  All the same my mind was distracted for a moment by the slight pain in my back and butt.  Whipping back into focus I blinked and before I could finish processing my back pain my dad was already half way on top of me.  He grabbed my wrists in his hands and spread my arms open.  I could feel the weight of his legs over mine, and . . . somehow even more impressive than that . . . I could feel his boxers pressing against my lower abdomen.  His boxers felt full and thick against my skin.  I started laughing giddily.

              “Sorry did you call me an old man?”  He smiled at me as I pointlessly struggled against his force.  I almost can’t explain how incredible it felt to be in this position.  My father’s muscular body was on top of me and he was barely using his strength to pin me to the floor.  I had never felt so emasculated by another man.  The feeling was intoxicating.  I didn’t want him to stop.  I didn’t want him to hold back.  I wanted him to dominate and overpower me.

              “Because it looks like your old man’s pinning you to the floor pretty easily.”  I could help but look along his muscular, flared arms and onto his thick chest. 

              “Damn dad you are so strong.”  I said in a strained voice as I put my entire body into pushing against his hands.  He didn’t budge though.  I breathed heavily.  “You are so damn fit, and you’re not even trying.”  A look of light surprise and joy went across his face.

              “I was wondering if you noticed.”  He let his body weight fall onto his arms, pushing against my wrists, cementing me to the floor, as he leaned in towards me.  Whereas before he had been arched over me, his abs were now touching my stomach, and his chest was almost against mine.  Seeing and feeling him so close, the feeling of his legs pressing against mine, I couldn’t help but let out a quick breath fueled with excitement.

              “I didn’t want to emasculate you too quickly.  Seeing your dad on top of you like this, with these big muscles, that’s probably a lot to take in.”

              “You already proved you were the man of the house earlier, but you don’t need to stop.”  I breathed out.

              “I don’t’ know, I think it’s one thing to see me flex and pose.  You know after you ask me to take my shirt off and then I made you beg for my pants.”  He flashed a devious smile at me.  “But I don’t know if that’s the same as me actually showing you how strong I am.”  His arms were now flexed, pumped, and vascular supporting his weight. 

              “You better keep showing me then.  Come on,” I provoked with spunk in my voice.  “put me in my place.” 

              “I don’t want to hurt you though.  I’m a lot fucking stronger than you are.”  He said with a vampy pout.  “But if you behave . . . maybe I can get a little rougher.”  His chest was starting to press against mine and his face was getting closer and closer to mine.  The smell of his cologne was strong, and the feeling of his near-naked body against mine was almost too much.

              “I can do that.”  I smiled at him, tilting my head to the side.

              “Before we do much else though I think you need to lose the shirt.”  My chest pounded at the thought of what my father had just said.  For a moment my efforts to fight against his strong body ceased.  I looked up into his eyes.

              “I . . . can do that.”  My acceptance was cut in half by an audible and involuntary gulp.  First, I had never been shirtless in front of my dad, especially not when he was on top of me wrestling.  The though of being shirtless next to such an Adonis of a man was nerve-wracking enough.  Add to this though, I had just nervously choked with his face only being a few inches away from mine.  Unsurprisingly my alpha father did not let this opportunity to assert his dominance go by.

              “Are you nervous to take your shirt off in front of me?”  He strengthen his grip against my wrists and pulled himself away slightly.  “I mean I do probably look pretty intimidating from your angle right now,” he said matter of factly with a hint of joy to his voice. 

              “You definitely do.”  I breathed fanning his swelling ego.  Seeing my dad cocky was more enticing than I had ever thought it would be.  Frankly I never realized he had this side to himself.  I had assumed that a man wouldn’t walk around the house in just his boxers if he weren’t trying to show off a little, but I never knew just how big his ego could get.  And I loved every second of it.

              “So at half my age, you’re afraid to be shirtless in front of me because my body is so ripped.”

              “Well afraid, and you’re pinning my arms to the floor.”  I smirked with a slight verbal smack.  Not going quite the route I was expecting, my father leaned back, taking his hands away from my arms releasing me.  As he sat up right, his hard stone like ass against pressed against the very top of my thighs, he rolled his eyes and scrunched his lips together in exaggerated annoyance.  He brought his right and left hands to my collar, and in one movement . . . he tore my shirt open.  A clean tear struck down the middle as the fabric let out a thick tearing sound against his brut force.  He released the fabric from his hands, allowing his arms to dangle momentarily by his side as he brought his glance back to me.  He looked down at me with the subtlest, dominant smile he had ever given me.  His eyes were slightly, almost unnoticeably, narrowed.  For a moment I sat in silence staring up at him.  My shirtless father had just ripped my shirt open while sitting on my thighs in just his boxers.  I was truly, in every sense of the word, speechless.  My arms hadn’t even moved from where he had pinned me.

              My dad’s eyes slowly left mine and began to trace along the large tear he had created. 

              “Damn dude.”  His eyes continued to move along my exposed torso.  “You’ve been hitting the gym more than I thought.”  His eyes continued to flow along my heaving torso as I processed what had just happened: he had complimented my body.  HE had complimented MY body.  “You’ve got a nice 6 pack.”  He said in a baritone whisper letting his eyes rest on the traces of my abs.  To be clear, as I said much earlier, I was by no means a slouch.  I had spent time working out with my friends and putting in the effort to develop a better physique.  That said however, my body was still nothing compared to my dad’s ripped bodybuilder physique.  I would say I was just a little under average for a fit college guy.

              “I think I might have a better idea of what you were talking about earlier though.”  He slowly brought his eyes back to mine tracing back up through my abs and my chest.  He paused for a moment letting our eyes lock.

              “We’ve gone over a lot tonight, you might need to be more specific.” 

              “About you feeling emasculated by me.”  He responded immediately, with a clear and lucid tone.  “What you were saying earlier, about looking good.  You look . . .” he breathed in as he took my exposed torso in once again.  “You look good.”  He said in genuine admiration.  In the strangest way, I knew what he was about to say and I was on the edge of self-control waiting for him to deliver his cocky answer, all but begging to hear him say it.  Waiting to feel my father emasculate me.

              “But at 52 I look better than you do at 22.  You’re emasculated because even though you’ve got a 6-pack and nice chest at 22, you know at 52 I’m bigger,” he struck a double bicep pose on top of me, letting the movement spread slowly to emphasize his stature.  “,and stronger than you are.” He maintained his impressive bicep flex while tightening his thighs around my torso.  My dad wasn’t lying about his strength, nor was he trying to hide it.  Just by tensing his massive legs I could already feel a crushing pressure against both sides of my body.  He was barely trying and already his vascular legs were exerting such strong force.  With my hands finally free from his vice grip I brought my hands to his flexed thighs and rubbed along them.  I tried to savor the feeling of my fathers bare legs under my fingers, letting them trace along his defined muscles.  His skin was smooth and warm, save for the veins that my hands bumped over.  I had wanted to rub his muscles for so long, and finally I could without shame.  Hell, a few hours ago I was simply looking at him in the living room wishing I could see him without his shirt.  Now, he was on top of me flexing while I rubbed his thighs as he crushed me with them for fun. 

              “God damn you are so hot.”  I let out in breathless admiration, trying to dig my fingers into his stone quads. 

              “Can I ask you something?”  He slowly moved his hands to the back of his head to maintain his powerful stature and flex.

              “I’m not really in a position to refuse you.” 

              “That’s true, and I want you to be honest, or . . .” his legs became more defined as he applied more pressure against me.  I naturally tensed at his increased pressure, but couldn’t believe how good it felt to feel his bare legs squeezing against my body.  I continued to rub along the sides of his now steel like legs. 

              “I might have to punish you a bit.”  He smiled down at me as brought his arms into a most muscular.  “How long have you wanted this?”  I laughed nervously for a moment but responded a bit quicker than perhaps he thought I would.

              “Since the first time I saw you take your shirt off, and I saw how big you had gotten.  I remember thinking how confusing it was seeing you so . . . muscular and young looking.  I’m supposed to be the young and fit one, but you took your shirt off and there was no question in my mind that you were stronger than me.  And ever since then . . . I’ve wanted to feel just how strong you are.  I want to feel inferior to you.”  I let my hands rest on his slowly relaxing quads for a moment.

              “And I assume I’ve done that right?  I mean I don’t think I need to whip my dick out to prove I’m a bigger man than you.”  My body nearly erupted at the thought of my dad lowering his boxers down to reveal what I already knew was a bigger dick than mine.  From the moment he had taken his pants off I didn’t even need to question what was underneath.

              “You pinned me without trying, I’d say that pretty much proves it.  And come on, you made me take your pants off and give you a foot message with no shirt.  I don’t really question who the bigger man is.”  I started to rub along his legs slowly.  “I like it when you take charge.”  He let out a single laugh as he let his torso fall, slamming his hands down beside me on both sides, just above my shoulders. 

              “Well you must enjoy it . . .” my dad lifted his hips up before driving them into mine with a shocking amount of force.  “Because you’ve got a raging boner right now.”  He drug his boxers across my pants pressing my hard cock against his soft, but large, dick. I could feel the girth of his cock through is boxers, and he wasn’t even hard yet.

              “Do my muscles make you hard?” 

              “It’s been so fucking hard to keep these down.  Whenever I see you shirtless, or especially when you’re just in your boxers, you just look so damn hot.  You’re twice my age but you’re so confident and . . . sexy.”  He dragged his dick against mine once more, this time taking his time to make sure he went along the full length.  I could feel just how thick he was from the feeling of his mass grinding against my throbbing boner.    

              “Seeing you underneath me shirtless . . . and hard, is really starting to turn me on.”  He purred as he pulled the heavy weight of his body away from mine.  Suddenly, for the first time since we had started wrestling he backed away from, and stood up.  Towering over me, upright and muscular, he looked down on me as I laid shirtless on the floor.  I stared up at my father in his boxers, noticing that his underwear were more filled than they had been before.  Submitting me like this was getting him excited.  He brought his hand down to his boxers and started to lightly stroke his growing cock.

              “Take your pants off.”  He commanded with clear and strict authority.  Doing as I was told I pulled off my sweat pants, and dropped them to the side of me, looking back up at my dad.  For the first time, I was now in my underwear in front of my bodybuilder father.  His boxers were now starting to constrain against the size of his large, swelling dick.  Still touching himself he commanded one more time, “stand up.”  I felt my own boxers shift as I moved my legs to stand up.  Standing for the first time in a few minutes, and since I had started to get hard, I felt a bit light headed but my senses started to return to me.  The sheer amount of adrenalin and lust that I was feeling were enough to keep me focused despite the slight dizziness. 

              “Now . . . take my boxers off.”  He tightened his grip against his now fully erect cock before letting go of it.  He let his hands fall to his side as I looked down to see the long, thick bulge in his underwear.  The fabric could barely contain his erection.  He was so long, but also incredibly thick.  I hesitated for moment taking in seeing his boner for the first time. 

              “Is it finally hitting you that my dick’s bigger than yours?”  He asked as though this had been a mutual understanding for some time.

              “You’re so . . . fucking thick.”  I said amazed.

              “Oh that’s cute.”  He said sympathetically as he wrapped his large manly, muscular arms around my shoulders and neck.  “You never looked at my dick before?”  He rose his eyebrow in doubt.  “Because I’ve seen you check my cock before.”  He broke a grin as I savored the feeling of his powerful arms resting on my small shoulders.  “And I know you want it, so . . .” he flexed his arms and pecs, letting his beautiful body flare into its powerful shape.  His veins thickened on his arm, and his pecs seemed to pump up.  “Get down on your knees and fucking beg to suck me.”  Reacting on pure emotion and lust I let my body sink down.  I put my hands against his tight pecs, squeezing them as I lowered my body, letting my hands brush against his nipples and down to his abs.  Knowing exactly what I wanted he flexed his abs as my hands came across.  His arms and pecs were still tensed, mixed with his abs, his bare feet, and his now throbbing dick . . . I had never seen my father look so masculine. 

              “I’m half your age, and yet you are the most muscular, powerful, and thick man I have ever seen.”  I brushed my hands along his hips.  “So let me make you feel like the man you are.”  I breathed in and looked up into his eyes.  “I want to take your pants off, and I want you to make me your bitch.”

              “You want to be daddy’s bitch?”  He inched slightly closer to me putting his thick mass right against my face. 

              “Yes.”  I affirmed with absolute certainty.  “I’ve wanted your body for so fucking long.”  He caressed my back with his fingers as he nodded his head down at me.  With his signal I finally did what I had embarrassingly fantasized about for so long: I reached my fingers into the sides of his boxer and almost without thinking I let my hands pull down against his body.  Almost as if in slow motion I watched as the fabric came down and his massive, vascular, cock came into view one inch at a time.  As the boxers reached the tip of his head, his entire manhood sprung out from the fabric and slowly settled upright against his body, free of its constraint.  I pulled his underwear over his enlarged and cut quads down to his feet as he stepped out of them.  I left them in my hand a moment, letting the heat and sweat of the fabric seep into my hands, as I stared up in complete awe of what I saw: my naked, muscular, mature father – bearing his erect dick in front of my face.  His dick was almost touching my face, I had never seen him look so intimidating powerful or beautiful.  Unable to resist, I began to open my mouth and move my lips towards his long manhood.  Just as I did he brought his hand from my back to my mouth, covering it as though to block out the words I could no longer even bring myself to use. 

              “No no no.”  He brought his right hand over to stroke his swollen dick in front of my face. 

              “I said you were going to beg to suck me.  You don’t just blow a man with a ripped, gorgeous body and big dick.  You have to earn that shit.”  He moved just to my right. 

              “Besides, I took my shirt off, flexed, let you rub my feet, touch my muscles, and then I pinned you to the floor like a little bitch . . . I think you need to return the favor a little before I let you try and blow me.”  He took a step forward, turning his body to now bring his shredded back and bare ass to my face, and suddenly I had a deviously nasty idea where he was headed. 

              “So before you get to suck my seven inch cock,” He struck a double back bicep pose and looked back over his shoulder. 

              “You’re going to eat my ass.”  He finished his pose by tightening his glutes causing his ass to rise and condense.  Seeing my father completely naked, flexing his ass in front of me along with his ripped and defined back is by far one of the hottest things I had seen in my entire life.  Looking at his flexed glutes so many different thoughts ran through my mind.  I thought back to how just earlier this afternoon I had been anxious to see my father unbutton his shirt, knowing he was about to show off his body in passing.  Now, as I inched closer to his exposed body on my knees, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.  I didn’t have to lie or bottle up any of these emotions anymore, I could finally embrace them.  I placed my hands on his hips, delicately letting my fingers slide down his skin.  A small hint of his cologne came across my face as I moved closer to him.  The scent of his cologne only further pushed me to give into my instincts.

              I brought lips closer to his ass, and after a moment of hesitation, I placed my lips on the peak of his flexed glutes.  His body was warm, smooth, and incredibly hard.  I let my lips sit for half a second before letting them come away.  Every inch of my body was feverish from being able to finally kiss his naked body.  He relaxed his pose, letting his ass fall slightly, though it still looked firmer and harder than mine did flexed.  He lightly placed his hands over mine.  He brought my hands onto the front of his thighs, but stopped them short of being able to touch his massive erection.  He pressed my hands against his thigh, stroking the tops of my fingers. 

              “Keep going.  I want to feel your mouth inside my ass.”  Seemingly contrary to his words a few seconds ago, this was almost more of a request rather than a command.  Either way, I wasn’t about to displease my father.  I let my body fall forward slightly, landing my lips against the peak of his bare glute, but this time my lips were less tame.  I opened my mouth slightly letting my tongue touch his skin, still surprised at just how hard it felt.  I continued to kiss along the muscular mound until I came to the crack.  A rush of energy came through me as I began to pull my hands out from under his.

              “Whatever you want daddy.”  I breathed in the complete pleasure of surrendering myself.  I was submitting to my father, but somehow I felt a sense of control I hadn’t felt before.  I placed my hands firmly on both of his hard, masculine cheeks, taking the opportunity to squeeze as hard as I could, appreciating every second I groped his ass.  Sensing my enjoyment he tightened his glutes again, pushing my fingers out from his skin, unable to dent his now flexed muscles.  He brought his left hand to his cock and started to stroke back and forth.  He was already getting off to my show of admiration.  I took a deep breathe, slowly closing my eyes.  I could feel the tension rise in my body as every inch of me prepared to show him just how much I had been wanting to do this.  Before I could even fully feel my body move, my lips were in the middle of his crack, once again trying to spread his thick, defined cheeks.  Unable to resist the combined sensation of stroking his own cock and my lips against his crack, his ass untightened and my lips seemed to sink in further.  I pulled with slightly more force as I allowed my mouth and tongue to engulf his crack.  Both of our breathing picked up as I dug my mouth into his ass.  I couldn’t resist myself.  I continued to kiss, eventually letting my tongue run along his exposed hole.

              “Oh fuck!”  He called out in pleasure as my tongue crossed it.  His ass relaxed even more as I continued to press my face into his crack, letting all of my built up passion loose on his masculine hole. 

              “Fucking eat that ass!”  He contracted his glutes slightly, pushing my face back a small amount, but not enough that I couldn’t still pleasure his hole with my tongue.  I continued for another few seconds, allowing myself to melt into the firm muscles that held my face.

              “God damn your mouth feels so good.”  I let out a distorted moan, the throbbing in my pants becoming almost painful.  I hadn’t even touched my dick but my boxers were already soaked with precum.  Unable to restrain myself I pulled my mouth back for a moment, and slapped both of my hands against his bare ass, with more force than perhaps I had intended.  My father let out a deep moan as my palms met his ass, creating a slight cracking sound.

              “Fuck you’re so sexy.”  I let out, squeezing his glutes, admiring what I had just pleasured. 

              “Stand up.”  He breathed heavily, but still with a tone of command.  I stood up behind my father, purposefully letting my wet cock press against his ass.  He had slowed his hand strokes, and was now pulling against his dick at a slower pace.  I looked in the mirror in front of us and tried to take in every inch of his naked body. 

              “God damn your cock’s thick.”  He breathed out as I began to kiss his muscular shoulders.  I let my hands wrap around his lats and placed my palms against his pumped pecs.  He breathed out as my hands crossed his hard nipples.

              “Yeah squeeze my tits.”  He commanded, as I complied and dug my fingers into his thick pecs before he tensed them to make them rock solid under fingers.  We both kept our eyes on the mirror, getting off on seeing our bodies pressed against one another, me worshiping his superior and masculine body.  I let my entire body squeeze against my fathers powerful muscles, kissing along his neck, unleashing all of the lust and passion I had been trying to hide from him.

              “How does it feel to be submitted by a dad twice your age?” 

              “I feel like such a little slut,” My words being smothered against my lips pressing his warm skin. “being able to make love to such a fucking thick man.”

              “Are you ready to be daddy’s little bitch?”  He started to stroke his cock faster as I grinded my wet boxers against his crack.  I felt a slight amount of precum leak out at the realization that his glutes might have been harder than my own cock. 

              “Fuck yes.  My dick can’t take much more.”  I breathed out in anticipation, letting my hands stroke his pecs.  My father let his thick neck fall back as I continued to kiss along it before he let out a small laugh.

              “I am going to throat fuck you so hard.” 

              “Do you want me on the bed, or on my knees?”  I brought my hands to his back and began to trace along his striated muscles.  Each muscle felt hard and dense against my soft fingers.  I continued to trace down his muscular, wide, thick back enamored at just how defined and cut it had become.  I swept my fingers across his pumped muscles before bringing them back to the two mounds I had taken with my mouth only seconds ago.

              “I’m ready to submit to you.”  I breathed against his neck as I took his ass in my hands squeezing and savoring how muscular his entire body felt.  I was finally able to touch my father’s muscles, feeling just how strong and powerful he had become.  My cock was ready to erupt, I was struggling to contain myself.  I had only ever dreamt of being able to touch him, much less rim him, I couldn’t believe he was about to finally fuck me.  He turned around towards me and stroked his hands along my arms.  As his right hand touched my arm I noticed a warm, sticky liquid rub off onto my skin.

              “You’re starting to precum.”  I said bringing my lips close to his as my hands felt along his flexed lats.  His bare chest was lightly touching mine.  I can’t even describe the rush of having such a masculine naked man in front of me, so close.  The faint sensation of his brick-lick pecs touching mine was nearly enough to make me finish where we stood.

              “Watching men get turned on by my body gets me so wet.”  He confessed as he applied pressure to my shoulders, forcing me onto my knees.  “Seeing you getting off to touching my muscles, worshiping me like the man I am, gets me so fucking hot.”  I looked up at his naked body, enthralled by his dominance.  He struck a double bicep pose, flaring his quads in front of me, with his erect cock in my face.  His throbbing, wet, seven inch cock was barely a few inches away from my mouth as I slowly rubbed my thighs trying to resist the urge to jack myself off. 

              “Now.”  He said in a dominant baritone voice as he straightened his posture and squared his hips in front of me.  “Suck that shit.”  I had waited so long to hear those words.  I had thought of this moment more times than I am proud of, but whenever my dad would come into the kitchen in just his boxers, I couldn’t help my mind from going there.  Imagining what it would be like to finally see him take his underwear off, letting his thick cock spring out, and then asking me to suck it.  The tip of his head was almost touching my lips.  My heart slammed against my chest as I hesitantly started to open my mouth.  After a moment, almost by instinct, my mouth opened further and I took his throbbing head into my mouth.  The warm, wet, smooth tip rubbed against the roof of my mouth as I began to slowly suck and lick his shaft.  I could feel the precum spread across the top of my mouth as I took his long, vascular, hard shaft deeper into my mouth.  I breathed deeply, letting the inexplicable pleasure of finally being able to suck this man’s cock overtake me.  His beautiful, muscular body deserved to be pleasured.  I had fantasized about blowing him for so long, and now his thick wet manhood was in my mouth.

              He arched his back and moaned as I continued to move my mouth closer and closer to the base of his shaft.  I moved my mouth back and forth across his skin, keeping my lips firm, licking his head with each thrust. 

              “Don’t forget daddy’s balls.”  He breathed out, for the first time this entire evening seemingly genuinely short of breath.  Obeying his demand, I took his dick out of my mouth, putting my hand around his shaft stroking it and squeezing, as I let my mouth engulf his large balls.  He was better endowed than I was, so taking such large balls into my mouth was a surprise at first.  I gently licked and sucked against sack.  He let out another sigh of pleasure as my tongue slowly grazed one of his nuts.  I looked up to him, my eyes passing along the erotically lit curves of his abs and pecs, locking eyes just as I took it into my mouth.  I rolled his loaded nut against my tongue a few more times before letting his now wet sack out of my mouth, returning to his throbbing, cum soaked cock.  I took his head faster this time, licking and swallowing his pre cum.  He placed his hands on his hips and flexed his pecs and abs as he looked down at me, his mouth open so that he could breathe harder.

              “Yeah you fucking take my cock.”  Seeing him flex his large muscles as I blew him on my knees was by far the hottest thing I had ever felt.  “Grab my tits.”  He flexed his pecs, causing them to roll up slowly into condensed mounds.  Wanting to pleasure him, I reached my hands up and groped his thick pecs.  He released his flex allowing my hands to grab into his chest.  With his cock in my mouth and his thick pecs in my hands, his nipples rubbing against my palms, I couldn’t help but moan.  He flexed his chest again, this time tensing his arms and abs at the same time.  I could see his quads become striated in front of my face.  All of the muscles along his pelvis tensed in ways I hadn’t seen before. 

              “Who’s daddy’s bitch?”  He asked with his entire vascular body now flexed.  I briefly let my mouth free.

              “Me.”  I breathed out before taking his member back into my mouth.  I sucked hard against his shaft before releasing it.  “Do you like submitting me?”  I looked up into his eyes as I groped his nipples and licked the tip of his head.  “Do you like it when I make you feel like a man?”  I gave a sharp smile as I lightly twisted his nipples.  His dick jumped away from my tongue and another rush of precum seeped out of his dick.  He let a quick, almost calm, smile come to his face before grabbing my hair with his thick muscular arms.  He tilted my head back, as the precum dripped from his dick onto my upper thigh. 

              “Do you want me to make you feel like a man?”  He emphasized the reversal of my comment.  I knew exactly what he was asking, and my entire body nearly shook with anticipation at the very though of it.  I let my arms slowly come down along his body, savoring every inch of his shredded physique. 

              “Are you going to fuck me?”  I asked with a coy smile. 

              “Do you want me to?”  I couldn’t help but let a small involuntary laugh come out at the absurdity of his question.  I was on my knees, rubbing his naked body, and had just swallowed his precum.

              “Do you even need to ask?”  I replied looking up at him enraptured by his natural dominance and masculinity.  He started to stroke my hair, stepping forward just enough that his dick was now at the side of my face, and his powerful masculine body towered over me.  He gripped my hair lightly with one hand and used the other to smack his erect dick against my left cheek.  The sound of skin hitting seemed to fill the room, breaking the intimate silence of our breathing.

              “You’ve seen how thick I am.  Between my cock and,” He looked at himself for a moment, “this massive body, you might be a bit sore by the time I’m done.”  He let go of his cock and directed his hips so that his dick was now in front of my lips. 

              “You know I’ve wanted you to fuck me.”

              “Good.”  He said quietly and sensually.  “But before I wreck your ass,” he straightened his legs lining his dick up.  “let’s see if you can handle daddy mouth fucking you.”  He said in a deep, primal voice.  Before I could say anything to spur his ego on further, he used his two large hands to cup the back of my head and drove my mouth onto his dick.  I quickly opened my lips and took the bulk of his long cock.  Before I could really even wrap my tongue around it he started to thrust his hips back and forth, still with my mouth around his dick.  He took a deep breath in as he started to mouth fuck me.  I was barely moving my head, fully surrendering to the powerful thrusts his body exerted against my head.  He thrusted in and out of my mouth as I reciprocated his rhythm with tightening and releasing my lips and tongue. 

              “Fuck!”  He breathed out slowly as his thrusts became slower, but much harder.  My father’s body was so muscular and powerful, and he was using his strength to slam his cock into my mouth as hard as he could.  I looked up and saw that the veins in his arms were swollen against his force.  His abs and pecs became more defined, and the striations in his shoulders became more pronounced.  He grunted as he continued to retract out and then shove his cock deeper into my mouth.  I began to moan as the feeling of my father’s powerful body and large cock were getting to be too much to handle. 

              “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum.”  He said hastening his explosive thrusts into my mouth.  His movements became more rhythmic as his body gave into the ecstatic build up.  I grabbed his bare ass and squeezed his glutes, feeling his thick muscles tense and release with each thrust.  Slipping further into primal ecstasy with each thrust, I let my fingers go further along his stone-like ass until I reached his crack.  Wanting so bad for him to unload in my mouth, I dug my right hand into his crack.  I could feel just how sweaty he had become as my finger circled his tight hole, matching the rhythm of my fingers with his hips.

              “Fuck yeah.”  He let out in a deep growl.  Unable to restrain himself any further, my father’s entire body starting to clench up, his head tilted back his lips rolled, and his ass tightened against my fingers. 

              “Take my load bitch.”  He growled before thrusting his cock one last time against my mouth.  This time, just as he reached as far as he could I felt his cock expand under my lips.  A thick burst of cum erupted into my mouth, quickly filling the small space his cock hadn’t already filled.  I began to suck and lick harder as I swallowed his massive load.  He moaned out and seemed to freeze in place as his entire body flared with euphoria.  His cum kept pouring into my mouth as I struggled to take all of it.  I felt the warm, creamy jets spread across my tongue one after the other.  I tried to take his nut as it poured into my mouth, but with each swallow a new stream of cum would unload.  Much like my father’s muscular body, his cum shots were proving to be too much for me to handle.  Just as his dick started to release the last of his cum, I couldn’t handle the tension.  I swallowed his final cum stream, before letting myself fall back onto my elbows, looking up at my fathers muscular body and his throbbing, soaked cock.  His body had gotten a little sweaty from mouth fucking me.  Seeing my father’s muscular body naked, his erect cock, knowing he had just submitted me, my entire body was overtaken.  Without even touching myself, I pulled my boxers back finally freeing my dick from its constraints.  I pushed up with my hips, arching my back as cum erupted all over my abs. 

              “Fuck.”  I cried out in a choked voice as I kept cuming, seemingly harder with each shot.  My body was completely taken by the most euphoric sense of release I had felt in my entire life.  I had wanted to feel his body and see his dick for so long.  And having just taken his cum, I couldn’t stop my body from releasing that unmatched, pent-up, lustful joy.  I let my elbows give out, as my back hit the floor.  I let my cock twitch a few more times, letting the cum pour onto my skin.  I breathed out, unable to speak.

              For the next ten seconds or so the room was filled with the sound of us breathing and reveling in the pleasure of our orgasms.  In the oddest way, the entire world seemed to slip away.  I wasn’t even thinking about what had just happened, I simply let my entire being melt away into something I couldn’t even describe or grasp.  I had never felt such a sense of ecstasy and pure calmness.  I let my head roll to the right, my body now sprawled out in front of my father.  I slowly felt my conscience come back to me.  I could hear my dad’s feet against the carpet as I slowly, drunkenly opened my eyes.  He knelt down beside me, his cock still fully erect as he put his weight onto one knee.

              “You give one hell of a blow job.”  He smirked, still breathing heavily.  “Is that what you’ve been learning at college?”  He raised an eyebrow at me.

              “I have many talents I’m known for.”  I gave him a vixen smile, speaking in a rasp. 

              “If I had known I would have had you suck my cock a long time ago.”  He looked up and down my exposed body.  “I wouldn’t have teased you so long walking around in my underwear.”  I was still coming down from the high, but already my body felt a singeing adrenalin rush.  My naked, muscular father, still fully erect after cuming in my mouth, admitted that he walked around in his boxers, shirtless and showing of his bulge, to tease me.  I reached up and let my hand grab his flexed calf.

              “Do you have any idea just how sexy how you are?”  I asked slowly caressing his steel like muscle. He let out a small laugh, almost as though admitting he did.  “I mean seriously, you’re a 52-year-old doctor, and you have the body and stamina of a 20 year old.  You’re sure-as-fuck stronger than me.”

              “I have a lot of stamina too.”  He said looking at me flatly.  I nodded my head looking at his still erect cock.

              “Apparently.  You’re still rock solid.” 

              “My muscles aren’t the only intimidating thing about me I take it?”

              “Now why would I be intimidated?”  I smiled sarcastically.  “You wrestle me, make me feel your muscles, then whip out your massive dick, which is bigger than mine by the way.  And at 52 you’re apparently even hornier than I am at 22.”

              “You like me being a daddy don’t you?”  He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. 

              “What’s not to like?”  He flexed his right arm, against his now thick and flared quads.

              “Well.”  He looked at his arm before looking back at me.  “In case my throbbing cock didn’t already give it away, I am still horny.”  He released his flexed arm and slowly moved his body on top of mine.  He put his muscular, thick, and vascular arms on both sides of my head, spreading my legs apart with his.  He let his cock come down and rub against the cum on my stomach. 

              “I think it’s time for round two.”  He said in a low, pointed tone spreading my legs slightly further. 

              “Damn you are horny!”  I thrusted my cock against his, teasing him.  He took a breath in before looking down into my eyes.    

              “You have such a cute little ass.  It drives me crazy.”  I slowly brought my arms up and moved my fingers along his flared biceps and triceps.  I slid my fingers along his smooth, but rock-solid muscles.

              “And apparently my arms drive you crazy.”  He quipped.

              “So I’ve been honest with you, although it might not have been hard to figure out.  If you walked around I’d check you out.  And I’d wonder what it would be like to feel your muscles and see that massive dick.”  I squeezed his flexed arms, still astounded at just how hard and vascular they were.  My finger bumped over his thick veins as I stroked them. 

              “Did you ever think about me?”  I asked directly.  “And my cute little ass?”  I moved my fingers along from his biceps down to his incredibly vascular and thick forearms. 

              “You’re not as much of a tease as I am, but . . .”  He looked up and down my body.  “Yeah, I’ve wondered what it would be like to rip your clothes off.”  He lowered his arms down as though doing a push up, letting his cock press into my abdomen as he did.  My cum moved out from under his dick as he did, smearing against his abs.  He lowered himself down until his face was nearly touching mine.

              “I’ve also thought about some pretty nasty things we could do.”  He took a deep breath in pushing himself back up.  This time though he sat himself up, and struck a lat and pec pose, letting his thick lats expand past his sides as his pecs popped up.  His dick jumped as he completed the pose. 

              “And daddy needs to cum again.” 

              “I can help make that happen.”  I rubbed along his thigs, squeezing his muscular cut quads. 

              “Good.”  He let his pose go and slowly rose up away from me.  Standing over me he placed his hands on his hips, once again letting his cock bounce.  “Stand up.”  His tone now more resembled the one it had earlier.  The calm from his last orgasm must have been wearing off, and his testosterone was starting to take over again at the thought of finally being able to ass fuck me.  Not daring to question my muscular father’s command I stood up in front of him. 

              “Is your dick ready?”  He asked.  I couldn’t help but notice the irony of the 52-year-old asking if the 22 year old’s dick was ready for another round. 

              “I’ve been ready to blow since earlier today, so I’m good.”  I answered as he brought his strong hands to my arms and stroked them.  The tips of our dicks touched causing both of them to jump in response.

              “Just checking.  I think sometimes men are a bit taken aback.  But with the amount that I work out, my test is through the roof, which makes me so goddamn horny.  Men your age are still coming down from the last orgasm and I’m ready to go.”

              “That is so hot.”  I breathed out as I grabbed his biceps again, looking him in the eyes.  “The idea of you fucking guys my age, you have to know you are . . .”  I took a breath thinking.  “insanely sexy right?” 

              “I figured that out when a grad student was all but begging me to take my pants off.”  He flexed his biceps as I continued to hold them, letting his mounds swell and peak under my weaker grip.  “That dude cam in his pants just watching me flex without a shirt.”  He repeated the flex one more time.

              “Can’t say that I blame him.  You’re smart, beautiful, kind, mature . . . basically the entire package.”  I marveled in a distant voice.  He took a step forward making our dicks press together as his chest pushed against mine.  The feeling of his hard nipples and pecs pressing against me made my cock ache with desire. 

              “Do you want to worship me a little before my cock breaks your ass?”  He said so casually, in an almost innocent voice, a contrast to his otherwise authoritative body.

              “Fuck yes.”  I brought my left hand to the back of his head, and my right hand over his bare ass, pulling him closer to me as I kissed him.  I pressed my lips against his, letting my body take in the sensation of his warm lips.  He reciprocated my movements, as I slowly slid my tongue across his lips.  I squeezed his firm ass as he tightened his grip along my arms.  After a moment we pulled away, and looked at each other.  A complete two or three seconds passed before he spoke.

              “Get on the bed.”  He ordered.  I looked over to my left towards the bed and began to walk towards, only stopping when I got to the foot of the bed.  I couldn’t help but crack a slight grin as an idea popped into my head. 

              “Could you lift me?”  I placed my hands against the edge of the bed and leaned back.  I paused for a second nervous to defy his order with a request.  “And then maybe throw me onto it?”

              “Did you like it when I carried you earlier?” 

              “It was really hot.”  I said looking him in his eyes as I brought my hand down to my erect dick.  I slowly stroked my shaft as I continued, “whenever you exert your authority like that, it really turns me on.” 

              “Alright then.”  He said clearly enjoying what he was about to do.  In a quick movement my father grabbed my upper legs, making his forearms hit against my lower ass.  In a single squat movement he lifted my entire body up so that I was resting on his fists and forearms, our chests touching.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed in deeply with the rush of adrenalin of being lifted by my naked, powerful father.  I looked down to see his vascular, pumped biceps fully flexed with my weight.  His arms were so large.  On top of that, it seemed like his traps and shoulders were getting pumped from holding me.  Small veins started to appear all over his upper torso. 

              “Is this what you like?”  He asked sensually.  I rubbed my dick against his abs slowly.

              “Yeah.”  I moaned out letting my cock rub between the crevices of his 8 pack.  I was humping my dad’s 8 pack, to say this is what I liked was a vast understatement.

              “It’s a good thing you enjoy being my bitch.  I don’t think I’ll ever need to remind you who has the bigger muscles or the thicker cock in this house right?” 

              “Fuck no.  You’re way more of a man than I am.”  I continued to rub against his hard abs.  He slowly walked back a few feet. 

              “It must be a bit intimidating for you knowing that I bang men your age who only look half as good as I do.”  I looked down at my dad’s hard pecs and let my fingers press against his hard traps. 

              “Do you fuck a lot of guys my age?”  My tone was quiet but fueled with lust.  His grip tightened around my ass. 

              “You’ve seen me naked at this point, you tell me.” 

              “True,” I lifted my head up from his massive chest and back to his eyes.  For a brief second I could hear our deep breathing, both of us panting with pent up sexual tension.  My father had made me his bitch at this point, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t willing to add to the fire.  I knew he already wanted me, but I also knew I could drive him even further.  I wanted him to be just as in need of my body as I was of his. 

              “But.”  I brought my hands up and stroked his muscled neck, letting my fingers graze up to his hair.  “Talk only gets you so far . . . I want to feel how you fuck guys my age.”  I brought my right foot up and brushed it against his right ass cheek.  “Are you going to fuck me?”  I rasped as I pressed my lips against his neck.  I began to kiss him deeply and slowly, moving my lips further up his neck as he stretched back savoring the moment. 

              “Oh yeah,” he let out, seemingly involuntarily.  His grip tightened against my ass and his arms almost began squeezing me against his chest.  “I hope you’re ready.”  I could feel his voice vibrate against my lips as I kissed just under his jaw.    

              “Take me.”  I breathed out letting myself get carried away.  I grinded my cock against his 8-pack again, breathing in deeply.  “I’m yours.” 

              “Damn straight.”  He replied with a full masculine voice, taking a few steps forward.  I felt his pumped arms tense under my body as he threw me onto the bed.  I landed on my back with a thud, gaining my bearings.  I looked up, and just as I did, my dad brought his right foot up onto the bed, showing off his incredibly large and muscular leg.  Everything from his foot, to his calves, to his quads seemed pumped and powerful.  Standing in front of me, his cock was fully erect.  He was horny, and ready for release. 

              “I think it’s time you learn what it’s like to get fucked by a man.”  He climbed onto the bed and took a few steps until his body was towering over my hips.  He placed his hands on his hips, his legs on both sides of my hips.  His flexed his entire body, causing every muscle group I could see to contract and grow with power.  His cock jumped, and a small drop of precum came out of my father’s long, hard, pulsating cock.  From my vantage point, my father had never looked so masculine or powerful.  I could see his tight glutes protruding from behind his massive legs.  I couldn’t help touching myself seeing him standing over me so dominantly.  He slowly unflexed and lowered his body down. 

              “No, no, no.”  He grabbed my hands away from my dick and quickly pinned me to the bed.  The force he exerted against my wrists was unbelievable.  I was suddenly curious just how rough he could get with me. 

              “You’re not going to jack off yet, no matter how sexy I am.”  He began to slowly grind his hard cock against mine.  I moaned, unable to contain the indescribable feeling of his thick dick rubbing against mine, knowing he was bigger and thicker than I was.  He humped me a few more times, never letting go of my wrists.  Some of his cum smeared against my cock, letting his slide against mine. 

              “Fuck you have a nice dick.”  He growled pressing harder against my body.  The force he was able to exert was intoxicating.  I knew my father was strong before, but I had never felt his strength like this.  His grinds became slower and more rhythmic until he stopped and released my wrists. 

              “Do you need me to loosen you up a little?”  He brought his hands from my neck down to my nipples. 

              “You’re the biggest man I’ll have ever taken, so you better get my hole ready.” 

Insanely hot

[Ro20316]

Man. The father is a a dominant beast. I wonder if he ever asserted his dominance in the gym or in the work

[Tryingtodelete]

So fucking hot! 

[Hotrox815]

Wow!!!!

[ploder4]

So how about some measurements so we can get a real feel as to how big a daddy he is.  I bet he's bigger than his son thinks.

[shreddedasposs]

love 2 hear dad and son compare measurements,heartbeat etc

[Guest]

PT4 coming soon

[RockyDragon]

part 4 post herree? u thinking of continuing?

On 12/1/2021 at 3:58 PM, Mature said:

PT4 coming soon

 

[Guest]

3 hours ago, RockyDragon said:

part 4 post herree? u thinking of continuing?

 

No sorry I'm not the author of this, my comment was hoping a new part would come soon