Paternal Fruit

"You like that, boy? Hmm? Yeah, you like Daddy's finger in your tight little cunt, yeah?"

Jonah has never heard these words from Dad, didn't even realize they could be part of his vocabulary. He nods and feels the strength drain from his arms. His face falls to the sheets, cheek against cotton and head turned to one side. He is ready to be taken.

"Please..."

Dad's tongue and finger are working his hot hole, and at the word, they hesitate.

"What do you need, my beautiful boy?" Dad slurps at his hole, tonguing the flesh.

Jonah hesitates.

"You need something bigger in here? Hmm?"

Jonah nods.

"Tell Daddy what you need here... He won't keep anything you."

Jonah thrusts his ass against Dad's finger. "Right there..." The man's strong digit has bumped against the right spot now. "Finger fuck me, Daddy... Make me feel good."

"I could never say no to you, you know..." Dad whispers, and then his tongue is fluttering against the tight opening as his finger plumbs the depths, stroking against Jonah's pearl. "You need another finger in here, hmm?"

Jonah nods. "Just make me feel loved, Daddy... I feel so good. Yeah, Daddy..."

And then there is another, coated in precum and saliva, inching its way in, flush against the first. The pressure of two fingers against his canal, the feeling of two pads against his prostate has Jonah sobbing and pinching his own nipples now. His cock is drooling against the sheets, soiling them, and his fingers are torturing the sensitive nips of flesh on his chest.

"Fuck me?" he pleads. At the word, the fingers slide back and then come down again on his prostate. Jonah sees stars and cries out. "Oh my god, Daddy..." And then the fingers fall away from his ass. Jonah feels himself being spun around again, his legs splayed open, his father looking down at him from his place between his legs.

He is a handsome man. It is the face Jonah looked up at when he first learned to throw a ball and the kind brown eyes he saw smiling at him when he held his diploma in hand. The angular jaw is clenched now with need and desire. The eyes are looking at him, quizzical now.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

He shakes his head. "This is... You know, Jonah... We might regret..."

Jonah leans forward, his abs rippling beneath the taught skin of his stomach, and kisses his father before he can utter another word. The older man makes no move to stifle the kiss.

"It's OK, Dad. We don't ever have to speak about it again... If you don't want to..." Even as he says the words, Jonah knows he is likely telling a mistruth. He cannot imagine going back to the way things were. Can't imagine not being taken by his father with regularity and with rough, unbridled passion. But when your head is filled with the fog of lust and pressed on by instinct, you say what you have to say. "Take me... Daddy, I can see you want me. I'll do it whatever way you want. I'll make you feel so good, I promise. You can force me. You can just use me... And you can just tell yourself it was a bad dream from too much beer. It's OK. It doesn't have to mean anything tomorrow."

He father laughs now. He brings his face in close and bumps noses with Jonah. "I don't want to force you, Jonah. I want you to want to give it up to me. You know what? It's not OK, what we do now. It's wrong... But I know if we don't finish it, we will also regret. We will always think what might have happened."

Jonah nods and nuzzles Dad's nose before kissing him with open mouth. He suckles and pulls at the man's upper lip, inciting a whimper. Jonah loves the sound of it.

He reaches out for his father's fuckrod and massages the head, coaxing the precum from it. He goes to nurse at a nipple, hot and swollen. He lets his father's embrace overtake him.

"I want to fuck you so I can see you, Jonah, baby boy" Dad confesses. "I need to see your eyes watching me fuck you." Dad strokes his hair as he nurses at his nipple. "But Jonah, I can't promise I'll pull out... I get carried away, sweet boy."

Jonah stops nursing and brings his lips to Dad's again. Their lips smack as they share more smoldering, forbidden kisses.

"I want you to seed me, Dad. Shoot your seed up my guts. And then, keep fucking me with your cum running down my crack... Ruin me for other men, Daddy... Fuck me and don't stop until you come again from the feeling of my hole slippery with your cum. I need you to take what you need from me and give me your hard cock. I need you to show me how much you love me, how much you want me, too."

And then, it is done. The deal is sealed. Once more, Dad is lapping at Jonah's tight hole, spitting on it, massaging it. This time, Jonah is staring up at the ceiling while he revels in the knowledge that the tongue at his hole belongs to the one man he should never let touch him like this. The only man he wants to be touched by like this.

The train of thought is cut short now. The fat cock presses against the tender opening of Jonah's ass. Dad leans over him, taking his lips in sloppy, wet kisses as his dick slides against the opening and then breaches the seal. There is a hot flash of pain and Jonah cries out. Dad's tongue works at Jonah's mouth and his hands take his nipples and begin kneading them roughly. He massages the nips and the pecs underneath. Jonah moans at the rough, possessive way Dad strokes and grabs at his muscular tits.

"Fuck me, Daddy..." Jonah pleads, sexed up by the sudden onslaught of pleasure in his nipples and the heat of tight, raw, forbidden discomfort in his ass. In the seconds of distraction, Dad inches his cock forward into his son's opening. "Fuuuck..." Jonah whispers. "Fucking fuck me, you fucker..."

Dad groans at the verbal abuse and sucks at Jonah's nipple now, nibbling at it and flicking at the other nub with his free hand. Jonah grasps at his father's hair, tearing at it and pressing his head into his chest. The exquisite tightness of the fuckpiece in his ass gives way to the feeling of fullness as Dad bottoms out in his cunt.

"Ahhh..." Jonah whimpers. "Fuck, Daddy... Fuck, your dick is so fucking big. So fucking hot and big and I can feel it moving in me..."

Dad moans at the vulgar talk. "Jonah... Feels good?"

"Feels fucking incredible, Daddy... Don't stop. Please, move... Just nice and slow. Please, Daddy, fuck me long and slow. Just like that." Dad is already inching along his son's inner self, working the fuckpiece Jonah long admired and lusted for back and forth along the soft canal. Jonah closes his eyes and lets Dad take his lips again in a kiss. Dad's an old softy, he remembers. He must be a romantic sort of lover, too. Lots of kissing, lots of licking, lots of confessions of love and adoration.

"Is it good for you, Daddy? You like being in your boy? Hmm? It's so fucking good for me..."

Dad nods into the kiss now, pressing his cock to the hilt against Jonah's tight cheeks. They are joined. Father and son. Lover and beloved. Man to man. Jonah delights at the thought. The forbidden pleasure threatens to overwhelm him, send him flying off, never to return, unable to function in normal society again. The aching need he is filling, the itch Dad is scratching within him--they are all he cares about, all he can think of now.

"Oh, Jonah... You are so beautiful, my boy. Your body... You were always fit, but..." His hand goes to stroke his son's ridged abdomen. "My god, boy--you are a beauty. And your kind heart..." Dad showers him with kisses again. "Are you OK? You feel good?"

"Mmm..." Jonah nods. He lets Dad embrace him, hold him tight, as he rocks back and forth in his own son. "Yeah, Daddy... Daddy, you're so sweet to me... Fuck me... It's OK now. You can take what you need."

At that, Dad starts to rock back and forth, bottoming out and then pulling back. Jonah feels the tip ramming at his prostate, his dick letting go of more and more wetness. "It's OK, Dad. You can lie on top of me," he offers. And then, he is rewarded with the feeling of Dad relaxing on top of him, pressing their bodies together. The fuckrod continues its volley of heated taps against his love button, the speed picking up.

Jonah opens his legs and lets Dad reposition himself, standing and leaning into Jonah. Spread eagle and staring up at his father, Jonah reaches up to stroke and pull at the nipples of the man who is still buried inside. "Fuck me... Make me come with your cock up my cunt, Daddy..."

Dad leans forward on the balls of his feet and eases back into Jonah, his pelvis knocking against Jonah's ass and sealing them together again. He takes his son's lips and then begins to drill down, pulling back and coming forward to meet his prostate. Again, again. Soon, he is thrusting, his balls slapping against Jonah's ass.

"Fuck... Oh, come on, fucker," Jonah cajoles him. Dad moans at the nasty title and takes Jonah's wrists, pinning them against the futon above Jonah's head as he thrusts forward and up, mashing the head of his bare cock into his son's tender spot. The spongy head and the tender pearl are an ethereal pair, made to kiss and touch in just this way. The pleasure exudes from their union and the frenzy of feelings drives both men wild. Dad lies atop his son again, settling into missionary. They kiss and trade saliva, mumbling profanity and vulgarities and vows of love and commitment to each other in turn.

"You like that, hmm? You like your own daddy's big dick up your twat? Hmm? It's OK, baby... Just answer me honestly. It's OK to tell me what you like."

"Yeah, Daddy. Yeah, I fucking love your cock up my ass..."

"I'm getting close, my baby boy... I'm gonna let it go soon, my sweet boy... Fuck... You want my seed up inside?"

"Yes, Daddy... Please..."

Dad pulls him into a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and lapping at it. The older man then pulls his bottom lip between his own and strokes his cheek. Jonah hears his father moan into the kiss and knows the need and intoxicating homoerotic love is mutual.

"Daddy, I love you... I love you so much... Fuck your little boy, Daddy. Please... Ah, ram your big, fat cock up my tight little hole. Take me, Daddy. Make me feel my ass getting split open on that big fucking daddy dick... Dick me deep, Daddy..." Jonah pleads.

"Oh, fuck..." Dad groans. "I'm gonna come... Gonna come right up that sweet little fuckhole. I love you, Jonah... I love you." He leans forward and Jonah feels the rush of manly pride and love and primal homoerotic desire and a deep masculine affection flowing into him. His heart races, and he feels himself let go of the pleasure that has been building in his abdomen. The effect is instant, creamy ropes of hot cum and desire and filial love drenching both their abs.

"Yeah. Oh, yeah, Daddy. Your little boy can feel you... Oh, God, I'm getting filled up with your spunk..." Jonah moans before his mouth is filled again with a thrusting tongue. The older man finally allows himself to whimper and moan freely, baring his need and vulnerability and pleasure fully, perhaps for the very first time.

Dad collapses on him, sticky with Jonah's desire and covered in sweat. Jonah strokes his hair and holds his other hand to the older man's ass, pinning his father to him, ensuring his cock does not depart from him and that the warmth his cock has breathed into him stays deep inside his center of gravity.

"Daddy... That was amazing... I love you so much..."

Dad nods into another kiss. The notion that they have partaken from the forbidden fruit they had long admired at arm's length is beginning to revive his softened cock now. It's going to be a long night. He hopes Jonah is willing and ready to try again. Somehow, he feels the plea would find a very willing participant for more father-son lovemaking. Only one way to find out. He reaches out for Jonah and gazes into his eyes. There, he sees a Yes.