He pounded his cock inside me like a jackhammer, then made broad, circular motions inside me, like he was trying to drill a new asshole. Then he took my rock-hard prick into his hand and started to jack me off. With each stroke, he shoved his cock in deeply and withdrew it. He grabbed my balls with his other hand and pulled on them hard as he jacked away. I was ready to cum. He rammed harder and harder, and then, without warning, he pulled his dick out of my ass and shoved me to the floor. Standing over me, he jacked himself off and shot his huge load all over my face. My own cock jumped and I shot too.

Some of his cum hit me in the eye and it was burning. He grabbed another rag off the shelf and tossed it to me. Walking toward the door, he turned and smile, "Clean up you little faggot and get your ass in the house for dinner." I wheeled around and said defiantly, "Wait a minute, Dad, I want to talk to you. What do you think Mom would say if she found out you fucked your son? Or what do you think she should
say if she knew that big, hot dick of yours was sticking through every glory hole in town? I don't think she'd like it."
"You little cunt," he shot back. "Not only are you a goddam, fucking faggot, you're a goddam snitch. I'm not gonna take that kind of crap from you. And I'm not about to be blackmailed." "No, Dad," that's not what I had in mind. But there is something you ARE gonna take from me," I grinned while unzipping my pants, and taking out my now rock-hard dick. "You're gonna do what I say, or I'm gonna tell her everything." Dad paled at my threat. I had him by the balls, so to speak,
and although he wasn't ready to admit it quite yet, he knew it.
"Now drop your pants, bend over and grab you're ankles, turkey. Now YOU'RE going to learn what it feels like to get the big dick shoved up YOUR butt." "You goddam little prick. I oughta beat the shit out of you for even thinking such a thing. If you think you're gonna fuck me, you're out of your goddam mind," he snarled. "Well, Dad, it's either that, or I have a heart-to-heart talk with Mom," I grinned. "And it'll be all over town that you fucked you're own son!"

I grabbed some hand cleanser, the kind mechanics use, off the work bench and handed it to him. You better smear some of this around your asshole, or it's going to hurt," I ordered. "Christ, I don't believe this! Come on, kid, I was only playing around this afternoon. And I thought you'd enjoy a little action. I know how horny a boy your age can get," he said, obviously trying to assuage me. "I was just trying to help." "Well, Dad, it looks like it's my turn to help you," I smiled back. "Now bend over and spread those fucking cheeks." He looked frantic, very much like a caged tiger that knows all the escape doors are closed.
"Please don't make me do that," his voice said pleadingly. "You'll ruin me. I've heard that once a man gets fucked, he's a queer for life. Do you want to do that to me?" "That's not my problem," I said with an evil grin on my face. "I just want to stick my dick in you to let you know what it feels likes. And if you don't get your pants down right now, I'm gonna tell."
Dad was defeated and he knew it. He really didn't have any options unless he wanted it all over town that he was fucking his son. As he bent over slowly, I approached his hot hairy ass from behind. With some of the excess lube from his asshole, I
lathered up my dick and pressed it against his asshole. The hairs around that hot ass felt hot as I got into final position for the long drive home.

As I shoved it in, he let out a loud scream. "Oh, god! That hurts like a sonafabitch!" Poor Dad. He forgot that his faggot son had a dick like a fucking stud horse. As my cock went further and further into his tight asshole, I could feel that tight, hot muscle wrapping itself around me, giving me just the friction I needed. "Oh my god,"he whimpered, as I began to slide my rock hard cock in and out of him. "Okay, asshole, now get over on your back and get those legs up."
On his back, he looked hotter than ever, and I noticed his was starting to beat himself off as I was pounding him. The look of horror that had been on his face only seconds ago was replaced by one that indicated he was actually enjoying it!
A few more thrusts and I exploded, sending one hot load of hot, white cream after another into that hot, hairy asshole. When I finished, I picked up the rag he had shoved in my mouth and tossed it back to him.
"Here you go, Dad. Clean out your ass. Wouldn't want Mom to know you just got his butt fucked by a faggot, would we?" "No, I don't think we would," he said, almost grinning. As we walked back into the house, he started to put his arm around me affectionately. Then he caught himself and pulled back. I could tell that a certain closeness had developed between us within the past few hours, one that would probably last for a long time.


I knew it was not be the last time I spend the afternoon
with Dad in the garage.
The End
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Jerry Gaither
E-mail: jerryg(at) pacbell.net
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