Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 9

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 9
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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In the weeks prior to sending Sean over to play with Jose, I looked at Sam differently. Prior to that moment, I'd always seen his aggressive, masculine side. He dominated my son. He made Sean wait on him and teased Sean with the sexual power he held over him. I'd always found the guy pretty attractive, but never really viewed him as someone I would fuck. Everything about him, like his dad, said that he got off on the power and control he exercised over submissive men.

After Luis told me that he fucked Sam, I saw him differently. He was still aggressive with Sean, but instead of looking at the thick dick in his pants, I gazed at his perfect round ass as he walked away. I imagined wrapping my arms around the little guy and completely controlling him. Physically, Sean was like me, almost an even match, but Sam was small and, though muscular, easily controlled.

Best of all was his endlessly cocky attitude. His nearly black hair was shiny, smooth, and always perfectly styled. His face was still smooth and his black eyes gave him an intense gaze. His small body was lean and muscular without appearing bulky. He was on the verge of manhood, and I wanted nothing more than to sneak up behind him, push him into a wall, and rape his ass.

Luis fed my hunger by texting me pictures of his son. They started off as candid shots. Sam in a swimsuit near the pool, Sam after he got home from the gym. A lot of them, I noticed, showed off Sam's bulge and even the lines of his dick. Then, as Luis got going, the pictures transition into posed shots. Sam was shown in his boxers with the rod of his dick pushed off to one side. Then a picture of Sam in a jockstrap rubbing his bulge. Finally, a picture of Sam in the same jock, legs up to reveal his tight, pink hole, surrounded by a patch of black hair.

Luis and I texted back and forth. I would tell him about all of the dirty things I wanted to do to his son, and Luis would respond by telling me that Sam was a total slut when it came to his daddy's cock. He'd never been fucked by another man, but if Sam knew that Luis wanted it, he would be pliable if not initially willing.

I was getting hungry for Sam, and I let Luis know. Whenever Sam was over I would text Luis, often with Sam across the room from me, to let him know that I couldn't wait to hold his son down and devour his body. Everytime I breathed in his clean masculine sent, my dick begged me to assault him on the spot.

Luis responded by bringing me a pair of Sam's boxer briefs the next day at the gym. The front of the briefs were coated with numerous loads of cum.

"I make him shoot load after load onto his gear and then he has to wear it to school and the gym." Luis laughed, "He hates it because it makes him smell like cum if he gets too sweaty."

I savored the scent of teen cum, smelling Sam's sweaty body while Luis told me more. He liked to cum on Sam's food so that Sam would eat his load at lunch in front of his friends. Some mornings he would cum in Sam's hair, on his cock, or in one of his pits and send him to school. The relationship was built around dominance and humiliation.

When the day finally came, Luis and I worked up a story about me needing help refinishing my deck while Sean was visiting his mom for the weekend. Sam bought it, and I offered him a hundred dollars to help. He showed up at my house wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tight shirt. He looked sexy and, as he walked by, I caught the odor of cum and gave Luis a thumbs up.

"Hey, Sam?" I said.

"What's up?" He shot back.

We talked for a few minutes and then went to work. It was tough labor on a warm day and we were both soon soaked with sweat. I admired Sam's body as he worked, the way his arms bulged and his veins popped up against his dark skin. His hair became wet and shiny, and every so often he reached up and slicked it backward. In those moments, with the blue sky in the background, he looked like a model.

As we worked, I did my best to bring our bodies together by forcing myself against him and showing him how much stronger I was. Soon, I claimed I was too hot and stripped off my shirt. My hairy chest, thick with muscle, glistened in the sunlight, and Sam stared for a moment. He admired my body, probably wondering if he would ever look that way, and I noticed the lust in his eyes. Luis was right, Sam had a thing for daddy figures. I saw him adjust his cock before he looked away.

Later in the afternoon, I pulled out a six pack and handed one to Sam. He drank the beer quickly, faster than he should have for a young man who didn't have a lot of weight on his frame. I handed him another one. It wasn't the responsible thing to do, but I was no longer acting responsibly. I wanted to fuck that boy, and it was time to get started.

When we had finished that days work, I took Sam back inside and we both flopped down on the couch in my den. I grabbed some food and another batch of beers. Sam was swaying a little bit now, but he wasn't a mess. There was a looseness about him, canceling out his intense personality, that I found very attractive.

"What do you want to watch, Sam?" I said as I flipped on the TV.

Sam shrugged and made a grunting sound.

I moved through the channels quickly, pretending like I was bored with the selections. Then I glanced at him, "Your body must be killing you after being bent over all day. How about I give you a massage as to thank you for helping me out today."

"Uh, sure." Sam said.

I had him lay down on his stomach then stood up and removed my shirt. My muscles were pumped up, and I knew I looked hot. Sam looked at me at once confused and excited. Slowly, I think it dawned on him that I might be up for some kind of fooling around. Was it possible that the beer and his teenage arrogance had convinced him that he might get me to put out for him?

Whatever was driving him, he started to slip out of his clothes. For the first time I got to perv out over his body without Sean around. Even better, I got to gaze at him knowing that he was going to be mine in a few minutes. It was like picking out a steak and then waiting for it to be cooked.

I knelt over him, put my hands on his shoulders, and began to massage his back. I dug in deep, causing him some pain, but also relieving all of the tension in his young muscles. He moved under me as the palm of my hand dug into his shoulders and then moved down his skin. Then I changed tactics and softly caressed his skin. He moaned softly under my gentle touch, which I alternated with a more aggressive attack on his muscles.

I continued to rub my hands over his back, but then slid them down his sides and massaged his torso and nascent pectorals. Sam lifted himself slightly, overtaken by the pleasure and feelings of relaxation, and my cock pressed into his ass. I moved my hands back to his backside and slid down his body. 

When I got to Sam's ass, kneaded both cheeks. I pushed them open and looked at Sam's hole for what felt like the first time. Still smooth and tight, it was surrounded by a ring of black hair. It was clear that Sam was going to be hairy like his dad. I ran a finger over his hole quickly enough that it seemed like an accident. I continued this treatment for a few more minutes before slapping him on the ass and telling him we were done.

When Sam stood, his brown cock was hard and stood out in front of his low hanging nuts. I smiled at him, shrugged, and pointed to my own hard-on.

"Sorry," he said, "Almost anything gets me hard lately."

I gave a quick tug on my cock and then said, "Don't worry about it. Put your shorts back on and we'll watch some TV.”

I could tell that Sam was beginning to come down and I grabbed him another beer when we were back in the kitchen. Then we went into the living room and I put on a film. The movie wasn't quite pornography, but it went heavy on erotic, uncensored sex. I'd picked it out just for that evening, knowing that it contained enough sexual activity to get Sam horny, but not so much that it would freak him out.

Sure enough, about a half hour in, Sam sprouted a boner. I could see it across his thigh and bouncing up and down just a little. He adjusted himself awkwardly and glanced my way to see if I had seen.

When I caught him looking, I rubbed my own cock and soon he was doing the same. "I didn't realize there was so much sex in this." I said, "It's getting me horny."

"I know." Sam said. Then he smiled, "Too bad there isn't someone here to take care of this for me."

There was a glimmer in his eye, and I knew he was implying that I should give him a blowjob or something. I dodged the comment, "Sean's gone for the weekend, bud. We're on our own."

"What's he doing anyway?" Sam asked.

"You want the truth?" I said. It was time to let him know what was really going on.

"Sure." Sam said, "Let me guess, he's off getting fucked by a bunch of guys. You sort of raised a slut, you know?"

"I know." I said, "But he's just getting fucked by one guy. Your old man was worried that Jose would shack up with some girl so he asked me to provide a suitable outlet for Jose's sexual frustrations. We made a trade. My son is underneath your brother right now."

"You gave him Sean for two weeks? What's he giving you in return?"

"Well, according to your dad, I'm not the only one that has a son that likes to get fucked by daddy." I said flatly, not bothering to explain anything else.

"I don't know what you mean." Sam said. His face picked up a little bit of color, but he kept his cool.

"I mean your dad told me that you liked to get fucked. Not as much as Sean does, but enough to make the deal a fair trade. You starting to catch on?"

"I don't know what my dad told you," Sam started, "but that stuff . . . I didn't really like it, you know. I'm not like Sean, and I'm not just saying that cause I don't want you to think I'm gay. It just isn't my thing."

"Oh, ok." I said. "But it was your thing. A while ago."

"It's complicated."

"Maybe you just need a reminder of what it's like." I said to him. I stood up from the couch and turned to face him. My bulge was about two feet from his face. When I grabbed his shoulder, he flinched under my touch, but stood his ground.

He leaned forward a foot and then he froze again. "Like I said, I think I'm done with this."

He looked up at me with his brown eyes, big and a little nervous. His black hair was smoothed back and his lips were red and thick. There was no way I was letting up until I saw that beautiful mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. I got Luis' kink almost immediately. A guy this pretty and this confidant tempted me in ways that only Sean tempted me. The night wouldn't be complete until I rubbed my cum through that perfect black hair.

"I made a deal with your dad, Sam," I said to him softly, "I'd hate to have to tell him that I was unable to collect."

Sam stared bullets at the bulge in my briefs. My cock pointed out to the left and there was a dark spot at the tip. I rubbed my hand over my stomach, pulling up my shirt and showing off my hairy stomach. As Sam's eyes panned over my body, I squatted down and looked at him face to face.

"You can pretend all you want, but I can read a boy like you better than you can read yourself. I know what you want. So how about I make you a promise. Whatever happens between us, no one will ever hear about it. It'll never leave this room. I'm not going to turn you out like I turned Sean out. That's not what you want. You know what you want?"

Sam stared at my throbbing dick but shook his head no.

"You want to be your old man's whore, and that's what you'll get to be. He traded your asshole just to keep your older brother out of trouble. He gave me this pretty mouth . . ." I stuck a finger between his lips and waited for him to start to suck it. "He gave me this mouth and told me I could do anything I wanted. You know why? Because you're a good little boy and you do what he says."

I ran my other hand down his chest and stomach, stopping briefly to fondle his balls. Then I reached behind them and pushed on his hole. I felt the hair around it, the tight skin, and touched his rosebud with the tip of my finger.

"Your dad gave me this to fuck until I can't fuck anymore. Turns you on, doesn't it, knowing that you can use your body to make your dad happy. He told me all about how he sends you to school covered in his nut. I bet that's why Sean loves it when you spit on him. He can probably taste your dad's cock."

Sam blushed and shuddered. His face burned red and he looked down at the floor for a second. At the same time, I felt his cock harden against my forearm and his asshole pulsed against my fingers.

"Look at me boy." I said. Sam looked up at me. "This first time I'm going to be as nice as I can. You're so fucking pretty I want to eat you whole. You want to make your daddy and Sean's daddy happy?"

He groaned audibly and then it turned into a whine and a whimper. He pushed back onto my fingers and sucked down on the finger in his mouth. I knew I had him. "Yeah," he said, "I want that."

"Want it?"

"I need it," he said softly.

"I know you do. Let's go upstairs."

Sam knew our house well and he started to walk toward the master bedroom. Before he could get there I guided him into Sean's room. We opened the door and it was clean as usual. As soon as I laid down the law with Sean, teaching him not to act like a pig was one of my first lessons. I grabbed onto Sam's body again, roughing him up a little. Then, I pulled his shirt off and groped his chest.

"Seriously, boy, you're going to make a lot of men and women happy." I ran my tongue along his jaw and started to make out with him. I was merciless, invading his mouth with my tongue while I grabbed at any part of his body that I wanted. Finally, I dropped to my knees and shoved my face into his crotch. I inhaled deeply, taking in the spicy smell of his teenage body.

I pushed him backward onto the bed and then dug into his ass, biting at the fabric of his boxer briefs while I nipped at his flesh. Eventually I got a little whole going and tore it open with my hands. For the second time that night, I was staring at his tight teen hole; old enough to look like a man's but young enough to be pink and smooth.

I grabbed onto Sam's torso and went to work. Some part of me knew that Luis had been here before, maybe even Jose, and I wanted to outdo both of them. Eating someone out, male or female, was something I was pretty good at, and I put all my best skills to work. Sam writhed on the bed, gripping my hands and then my head as I licked and sucked at his ass flesh. My fingers came into play too, opening him up little by little. Within five minutes, Sam was barely coherent as he moaned and tried to talk.

I broke away and jumped to my feet. I kicked off my briefs and flopped down on the bed. My cock slapped onto my thigh and I gazed at Sam.

"You know how many times I've fucked my son in this bed?"

"Do you know how many times I have?" he said.

I smiled at him, "You're a cocky bastard; I think it's part of your charm. Still, I'm reconsidering the decision to be nice to you."

I reached out and ran my hand through his hair. I pulled him in like I was going to kiss him but then shoved him downward into my crotch. He yelped a little bit as I tugged at his hair, but his mouth was open when it got to my dick.

Sam was definitely out of practice, but it felt good none the less. When you're dominating a guy, he doesn't have to do much to get you off aside from be compliant. Sam moved where I made him move and went as deep as I wanted him to. When I pulled him off, he gasped and wiped the spit off his face.

"Look at you." I said, "You're a pretty solid cock sucker when you want to be." I messed up his hair and rubbed his neck, "What are you boy?"

"A cocksucker?"

"A cocksucker for who?"

He paused a minute and then flashed a crooked, confused smile, "I'm a cock sucker for my dad. I'm his whore."

"That's right. Now work my nuts."

Sam started to lick at my balls, but I quickly shoved my fingers in his mouth and pulled it open. "Fucking get those nuts in your mouth, boy."

Sam sucked one ball in and quite a bit of my sack. I looked down and saw what was probably my favorite sight. My dick laying across the face of a fine as fuck teenager while his pretty pink lips tried to keep my nuts in his mouth. His eyes were wide and full of pleasure, and I knew that I had found his kink.

I threw him onto his back and got up onto my knees. Soon my nuts were hanging over his face and I sat down, smothering him between my thick thighs. As Sam licked, I moved back and forth, shoving my cock in his mouth and then leaning back so that he could lick my taint. Throughout it all my nuts were the center of the show.

"Lick those sweaty nuts, boy. Look at what a good whore you are for your old man. Just twenty minutes ago you were telling me that you were done with this sort of thing. Now you've got a set of musky, hairy man nuts in your mouth."

Sam's dick was peeking out of the front of his shorts and I leaned forward and flicked it with my fingers. He shook a little and I tapped his nuts even harder. This time he bucked wildly. When I stood back up, I moved forward and dropped my asshole over his mouth. He didn't miss a beat as his tongue tunneled its way into my body.

"Fuck me," I moaned as I reached behind my back and rubbed his head. "A straight stud, a young buck that mounts my own son, has his head between my legs and his tongue in my ass. There's only one thing that would make it any better. You know what that is, don't you slut?"

I heard his muffled voice between my legs and knew that he was ready to get fucked.

"Get up here," I said as I crawled off of him.

Sam moved to the top of the bed and laid down. His legs were already half raised and his hands were behind his head. His muscular body, defined with no bulk and the soft coating of black hair on his dark skin took me over the edge. I dove into one his pits, licking and biting while my fingers dug between his legs and sought out his asshole.

When I pulled out of his pit, Sam was laughing, "I thought you were straight."

I grabbed one of his nipples and twisted it hard enough that he gasped and pulled away from me. "None of us are that straight. I mean, I'm not the one begging his best friend's dad to fuck him."

"I wasn't exactly begging."

"Fine," I said, "I won't fuck you unless you want me to." I grabbed his hand by the wrist and wrapped it around my hard cock. "You know where your hole is, so if you want this dick inside of you, you can show it the way."

I stared into his eyes, involving him in one of the worst games of chicken ever invented. A minute passed and then I feigned like I was going to break away. Sam grabbed onto my cock, mumbled, "Fuck you," and guided my dick toward his hole. When it settled into the divot deep between his cheeks, I leaned down and bit him on the chest.

"I thought you were straight." I said with a grin.

"Just fuck me."

"You gonna be my little fag?"

He nodded but didn't say the words. I bit his chest again and growled deeply.

"Yes," he hissed, "Make me your fag."

I shoved all of my cock into his body in one long thrust. Sam opened his mouth and silently moaned, falling backward into the pillow. I rubbed his belly and asked him how it felt.

"Big."

"Your dad is going to be so happy when he finds out how good you did. He'll reward you big time. Just think of all the cock you're going to get from him." I rubbed his hair again, pulling at it and then smoothing it out.

Sam lifted his ass and thrust back at me. He didn’t want to talk anymore. He wanted to get fucked. I gave in and started to pound him as hard as I could. I never altered the position and rarely altered the speed. I railed the young guy, slamming his knees into his chest and bending him into whatever position worked for me. I could see from his face that the process was painful, though he seemed to be finding pleasure even in that. Each time I bottomed out, he grunted and grimaced, but he never asked me to stop and he never got soft.

I reached down and pulled the sheets over us. Suddenly we were both enveloped in the sexy scent of my son Sean's body. It was an aroma that I loved and knew Sam recognized. Somehow it added to the pleasure we were feeling, maybe by reminding us of the twisted sex triangle that brought us together.

"Oh god, I'm so close." Sam muttered. He reached for his cock but I grabbed his wrist.

"If you're gonna blow boy, I make it happen."

He groaned and then turned his head and bit the pillow. I shifted my tactics, slowing down so that my long cock would slide over his prostate. Then I started rubbing my thumb along his taint and up into his balls. He grunted once and then he turned back to look at me. He was desperate.

“Do you want me to let you come?”

He bit his lip hard and then remade eye contact. “If that's what you want.”

I grabbed onto his cock and pulled on it. Two strokes later, he started to shoot his load onto his flat stomach and chest. His load was bright white against his brown skin and I quickly ran my hand through it, smearing it all over his body. When this boy went home and gave Luis a hug, I wanted him to reek like ball cream.

When he was finished he grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled me into him. “Fucking breed me. Please give me your load.”

“Sorry, fag, but this load is going on your face.”

I pulled out and quickly climbed over his body so that I was sitting on his chest and stroking over his face. He opened his mouth, but I shook my head softly and he closed it. I kept stroking, faster and faster, until I felt my balls churning.

“Get ready stud.” I snarled and then I blasted him straight across the nose. I planted six ropes of cum on his face, each one stretching my urethra as it shot out. Sam didn't look happy as I painted his face. If anything he seemed disgusted. He might like to be daddy's bitch, but he wasn't a cum whore.

When I finished, I rubbed my palm over his face and pushed my cum into his hair. I worked it into his bangs and slicked them back. He pulled away at this point and I held him down.

“You care an awful lot about your hair for a straight guy.” Then I shoved my palm in front of his mouth, “Lick it.”

He paused and then did as he was told. When I was satisfied, I laid down next to him in Sean's bed. For a moment, I kept my hands off of him, but soon I was back between his legs, playing with all of his boy parts.

“Let's go shower, stud.” I said to him, “By the time we're done, I'll be ready for round two.”

Sam rolled his eyes, but he didn't hesitate before following me out of the room.
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Hope you guys like it – Charlie
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