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Subject: Smoking A Bowl With Dad 6 “You should probably talk to him” Dad said walking in from the kitchen with a beer in one hand and scratching his balls through his boxers with the other. I was sitting in the recliner filling out job applications for him on the laptop, it was probably obvious I was staring at him touching himself so he kept scratching & adjusting til he sat on the futon. Legs wide. I could see a glimpse of his sack through the leg of his boxers.”Who?” I asked kind of distracted. “You know who ………… Danny ….. Daniel” “What!? The Hell am I supposed to talk to him about” “B.J. You know what …..” Dad said hesitantly trying to find the words “those videos he’s taking are gonna get him in serious trouble. He’s fuckin lucky you found them first ….. if Stevie found them ….. or worse fuckin Sarah” “Why can’t you talk to him …. you’re the adult …. or just like ….. tell Uncle Steve & have him do it?” He didn’t even answer me, just gave me a long serious look. I finally had to break the eye contact, as fucked up as our Father/Son relationship could be he still had to remind me sometimes that he was still my dad ….. “OK I’ll do it” I said closing the laptop and sitting it on the coffee table. “When I see him I’ll do it”. I had no idea what the fuck I was supposed to say to my 12 year old cousin …. I hoped I wouldn’t see him at all the week I had left at my dad’s. I grabbed the box Dad keeps his pipe & stuff in. “Good idea man, we’re gonna need some more before long though so ….. go easy” Dad said as I started filling the bowl. “Sometimes you sound like an old man” I laughed. “Oh fuck you” he chuckled. “Again?” I smirked looking up from the pipe I was about to light. He snorted and laughed “Dude just light that bowl” I took a huge hit, one too big for first hit of the day, my scalp tingled and my head went light when I exhaled. “Didn’t I say to take it easy man?” Dad scolded as he leaned forward taking the pipe & torch from me. I stood up and started out of the room. “I piss you off?” Dad asked lighting the torch. “No” I replied ….. my head slow and thoughts foggy “Just tired of you acting like ……” “Like what?” His face was serious almost angry. “Like Im your fucking Dad?” “Yeah …… kinda.” He didn’t even look at me when he took the hit. He was taking a really big slow drag as I walked out of the room to the bathroom. I guess that was pretty fucked up ….. no he wasn’t a great dad, not even a very good dad but he was all I had and all I knew. I flipped my dick and balls over the band of my shorts and waited for the stream start flowing. I was pretty fucking high this might take a second. I was standing there taking deep breaths, eyes closed, face pointed to the ceiling ……. then Dad walked in. I opened my eyes and slowly rolled my head to my shoulder and looked at Dad. “Dad that was fucked up” He just grunted a “mmmhmm” as a reply. He stood next to me and pulled his own thick dick through the hole in his boxers. I stepped to the side a little and gave him some room in front of the toilet. He was focusing on his dick and not looking at me. “Dad” I said kinda soft. He turned his head and met my eyes. “I’m sorry Dad that was fucked up. You always do your best for me …… I’m sorry” His expression softened a little bit, he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the huge stream of piss that erupted from my dick. “Aaaaaah fuck, I have a full tank” I laughed. He laughed too and his own piss splashed into the water. We stood there looking at each others dicks, which were very close in size and appearance. He hesitantly reached out and grabbed my shaft. This was new. I let go of my dick and let him direct the flow. It was hard not to chub up with his hand holding my cock. I reached istanbul travesti over and grabbed his the same way he was holding mine. We stood there laughing like high school kids. We crossed streams, squeezed and cut off flow, and just played with eachother til we both ran dry. I milked my dick and shook a little, he just wildly shook his, drops spraying across the toilet rim, the floor, & my arm. “Sorry man” he laughed. I looked him in the eyes & dropped to my knees. I took his still mostly soft dick in my mouth, and started working it to the back of my throat immediately. Dad just gave grunts of approval. His dick had a very slight tang of the last drops of piss and a salty taste from not taking a shower yet this morning. He put his hands on either side of my head & started fucking my throat. I put my hands on the back of his thighs as he thrust and grinded into my throat ….. I coughed and gagged a little but nothing I couldn’t handle. He guided my head and throat how he wanted it. I’ll blame it on the smoke but my dick wasn’t getting completely hard, so I focused on Dad’s dick. I was 100% into it, drool dripping down my chin in thick ropes to my chest, then he suddenly pulled his dick out of my throat and grabbed me kinda rough by the shoulders. It was a shock at first that he grabbed me like that, he spun me hard so that my back was facing him, I almost hit my jaw on the side of the tub when he pushed me to one side with his barefoot. Dad grabbed my waist, jerked my hips up, and yanked down my shorts. “Wait hold up Dad, I’m not ready for that” I was trying to say while on my knees, my arms now up on the side of the tub, and naked ass pointed straight at my dad’s fully hard dick. I turned my neck so I could see him. “Dad for real I’m not ready” he got down on his knees and spit directly onto my hole, then spit on his dick and began to stroke it. I knew what was coming next so ready or not I better relax. He pushed his dick against my hole with his right hand and pushed down on the middle of my back with his left. My arms slipped off the tub and landed harder than id liked onto the gross bath mat, I buried my face in my arms, & exhaled deep. He was sliding the head of his dick against my hole up and down, adding more spit in long dangling drips. Finally he pushed his thick cock into me, it went in fairly smoothly. Very little pain this time. Mostly pleasure. I moaned into my arms to verify that I was enjoying it, I still didn’t want to sound like a little bitch whining & screaming about the size of my dad’s dick. I was face down, cross armed on the gross rug with the top of my head pushed against the tub. My back was arched low with my ass pointed straight into the air for my dad’s cock. He didn’t go slow at first like last time, he just started pumping hard, deep, & rhythmic. My soft dick flopped between my legs slinging precum with every slam he gave me. I was whining and moaning in way higher pitch than I normally do & it just made him go harder and faster. My face was pushed against the side of the tub and my side was crammed against the toilet, the cold porcelain a total contrast to my dads high body temperature. He lifted one leg so that he was kneeling on one knee and had one foot on the floor for better leverage and fucked me harder than I had ever been fucked. My head banged against the tub with loud repeating thuds, my balls ached from being forcefully slapped by his own huge sack over and over, & I was no longer moaning but letting out loud cries every time he thrust his thick dick into me. I could feel the cock that made me sliding in and out of me forcefully & I completely gave into it. I don’t know what I said or how loud I was, because Dad holding me in place with muscular arms and fucking me stupid kadıköy travesti with his thick cock had complety ripped away any control I had. He increased speed again and just jackhammered me to the filthy bathroom floor, his hands gripped me so tight that I thought he was gonna break the skin, I let out an incredibly loud scream when he suddenly pulled out and blew a huge load all over my ass and back. He still had me pinned against the tub and toilet so I wasn’t able to turn my head to see, but I felt the long ropes of cum shoot onto my skin, I felt the shaking convulsions of his violent orgasm, & I heard the primal growl he let out when he shot his load. He stayed in that position leaning heavily on my awkwardly bent body breathing heavily. He finally let up and let me get my face off the floor, I shakily propped my arms on the side of the tub & turned back to look at Dad. He took his softening dick in his hand and started rubbing the head on my hole, I could feel my asshole pulse with every heart beat. There was some pain, but a deep good pain like pushing on a bruise. Dad stood up with a grunt, & I leaned back on my knees feeling his load slowly running down my back & between my crack. I looked up at him as he side stepped past me in the tiny bathroom, his heavy thick dark dick shining from the slickness of his own cum and my ass passing maybe an inch from my face. “H ….. holy shit” I stammered a little embarrassed I was so shaken. He just kinda looked down at me and smirked while he turned on the faucet. “You never been fucked like that have you? “No” “No, what?” It was a question that took me off guard. Adults would say shit like that when I was a kid and expected me to correct myself and say “No Sir” or something ……. “No, Dad I havent” He cocked an eyebrow to go along with his smirk & stepped a little closer to my face. His slick cock had a thick drop of cum oozing from the head. “Kiss it and tell me you liked it” what the fuck!?!? His dick was just buried in my unwashed ass & he wants me to do what!? Was this some kind of punishment for being an asshole to him earlier? Fuck it, I didnt care. He had just pounded me into a fucking mess in the floor of his bathroom and I loved every second. I leaned forward and planted a kiss in the middle of his thick shaft, turned my face up to his and said “Thanks Dad, that was fuckin awesome”. The tension he had built up in his face and shoulders went away. “Yeah it was” he bent down and gave me a peck on my lips just like I had given to his cock. “Lets get cleaned up. We have shit to do”. We both showered, brushed our teeth and I started cleaning the apartment. “I have to get a hold of my buddy and get some more smoke” Dad reminded me “You have any cash?” “Yeah I have some” “Awesome” he replied already typing a message to his dealer. “Go get some laundry started for me”. There was a slight pause between us. Maybe he was seeing if I would fight him on it. I had already gathered all his scattered dirty clothes off of the floor & thrown them in a basket. “Yes sir” There was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth when I said it. How could a man that wears nothing but boxers all day and never goes to work have so many fucking clothes? I carried the basket over flowing with his clothes down the stairs and to the machine. I was half way through loading when I glanced over and caught Daniel in his little hiding spot again……. “Hey …..” He said trying to seem cool. “Sooo whatcha doin?” I looked down at the clothes I’m obviously washing and tried to think of something to say to a 12 year old that wouldn’t come across awful. “Dude we gotta talk about something” I began. “No No No we dont” he rushed to interrupt “it’s ok that you jerked off down here. It’s ok if you do it whenever bakırköy travesti you want. I’m not gonna tell anybody and I won’t look and ……..” “Dude, no ….. what!? No” he was throwing me completely off and he wouldn’t quit talking a hundred miles an hour. “Like if you wanted to do it now I wouldn’t tell, and I wouldn’t watch unless y’know you wanted me to or whatever I don’t care…….” “Dude just stop!” I all but yelled at my little cousin “everything you record goes to your dad’s cloud back up …… I found it on that laptop your mom gave me” His eyes grew the size of dinner plates & in a very small voice that made him sound even younger than he was he said “everything?” “EVERYTHING” I confirmed. A look of panic and fear gripped him. “Did you watch …… what am I gonna …… oh man Dad is gonna see ….” tears started pouring down his cheeks as he started freaking out. I walked over to him and put my hands on his small shoulders, I’m only 5 years older than Daniel, but I’m almost twice his size. “Dude I took care of it, you just can’t be recording people in the bathroom with their dicks out or ….. or ….. your big cousin busting a nut” he turned a deep shade of red and put his head down. ” …… and um …….. and ….. you can’t ….. do …… that stuff ……. to your …. brother anymore. It’s fucked up.”. He jerked his head up fast …..the shame was again replaced with sheer panic. “I don’t know what you’re uuh” he tried to lie. “Dude you recorded yourself beating off on your little brothers face” I whispered looking around like Steve or Sarah might show up at any second. Daniel stood there in front of me like he might take off running. Panicked tears were slipping down his cheeks, his whole body was shaking. “Dan, dude, chill out…….” I said squeezing his shoulders “I took care of it for you. You just gotta be careful man. No more videos …… and if you’re into guys thats ok….. you know I’m into dudes …. you just have to …. I dunno find somebody your age, not mess with your brother while he’s asleep!” “So ….. if he’s awake?……..” He asked like he was trying to understand. “What the fuck man?” I asked pretty harsh pulling my hands off his shoulders. “Why would you……… dude, you’re not supposed to …. yknow ….. hook up with your brother.” “I’m not hooking up with him. I just …….. beat off on his face while he was asleep. You’re one to talk though” “What!? I didn’t beat off in front of you on purpose! And I damn sure didn’t cum on your face!” “That’s not what I’m talking about …… I’m talking about you and Uncle Brad up there fucking!” My entire body went cold, pure rage and shame started pounding through my veins. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked very low and very calm. “I’ve been down here for a few hours, you think I didn’t hear you screaming through the floor OH GIVE IT TO ME DADDY GIVE IT TO ME DADDY” He mocked. Rage and embarrassment flew to my own face and fists. I grabbed the 12 year old boy by the collar of his shirt, twisted it in my fist, and jerked him off the ground to my face. With his feet dangling off the floor by at least a foot I asked through gritted teeth “The fuck did you just say?” “N N Nothing” he cried. “You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, if you ever say that shit again I will fucking destroy you” I growled through gritted teeth, blood pumping in my ears, hit tears threatening to sting my eyes. “Did you fucking hear me!?” I said loud enough to scare him but not loud enough to hear me in the house. “Y …. Yeah B.J……. I’m sorry, I’m sorry …..” I dropped him and he collapsed on the garage floor crying. “I saved your ass man, you should have thanked me not been a little bitch about it. You fucking owe me. Don’t record that shit anymore ….. you hear me?” He nodded understanding. I finished loading the washer and headed upstairs leaving Dan to pull himself together before he went inside. “You talk to Daniel?” Dad asked. “Yes sir ….. did exactly what you told me to do”
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