What's your Pleasure V
Chapter 8
I woke up the next morning, alone. Jack, I assumed, went out for his
morning run as he did every morning. My ass was sore but it was a good
soreness. Thinking about last night, I immediately got hard. I had loved
Jack as a son since he was born but now I loved him as a man. I had given
myself to him fully and completely. I was his, whenever he wanted me. I
stroked my cock, remembering the feeling of his cock filling me but the
need to was greater.
Still naked, I padded to the bathroom and started pissing. My bladder
was so full that it seemed to take forever to finish. As I shook my dick
to get rid of the final drops, I hear Jack bound up the stairs.
“Morning, dad”
“Morning Jack, have a good run”. In the past I would have been
embarrassed being naked in front of him but not anymore. He moved behind
me and rubbed his cloth covered cock in my crack as he wrapped his arms
around me. I pushed back against him, grinding my ass into his crotch, at
the same time, I bent forward, placing my hands on the top of the and spreading my legs inviting him to fuck me.
He laughed, smacked me on the ass and said, “Get into the shower, you
stink.” and left the room. I turned on the shower, adjusted the water and
got in. I was disappointed that Jack didn’t fuck me. I want to feel his
cock again filling my gut with goo. Hopefully he would join me
shortly.
I wasn’t disappointed. I was washing my hair when I hear the shower
door open and close.
“Don’t move” and I froze. I had been lathering my hair and stopped
immediately, leaving my hands where they were.
“What no hard-on? Aren’t you happy to see me? Well, we’ll fix that”. I
felt a finger enter my ass and start finger fucking me. My cock shot out
to its full length.
“That’s better” adding another finger to my ass. His other hand had
found my left nipple and pinched it. My cock jerked. Like all the other
times, my hips moved to get more of his finger in me.
“My, my, you’re one hot bitch.” At the sound of that word, bitch, my
cock spewed its seed. I almost fainted. I had to reach for the wall or I
would have fallen.
“Please Jack, fuck me, I need your cock, NOW.” I cried.
“Sorry, dad, I’m not in the mood.” He pulled his fingers out of me and
stuck them in my mouth. I on them greedily. He laughed again
“Can’t ever get enough?” With that he removed his fingers and got out of
the shower “Finish up and come down to breakfast” I hurried thru the rest
of the shower, got dressed and went down for breakfast.
Jack was at the stove, when I enter. He was still wearing his running
shorts but no shirt. The cheeks of his ass were taut against the nylon. I
wanted to rush over to him, drop to my knees and bury my head in his flesh.
He wasn’t wearing a and his muscles rippled when he moved his arms.
He had already poured me a cup of coffee. I added milk and sugar and
sat down. Jack handed me a plate of eggs and bacon. Sitting own with his
plate he asked “So, dad, what happened to you? Before I raped you, you
wouldn’t even think about cock, let alone letting yourself get
fucked in the ass? I know you have always accepted me for my gayness but
seemed intolerant of other gays. What happened.”
Putting down my fork, “Well before I answer, how did you hypnotize me?
“Oh, that. Remember when I got hit in the head with that baseball? The
next morning, I woke up dizzy but it cleared quickly but I knew something
was changed. Nothing physical something mental but I didn’t know what.
Over the next few days, funny things happened. For example, I was in class
and this dork was answering all the questions and being obnoxious. In my
head, I said “shut up” and he did. He stopped in mid sentence. The
teacher asked him if he was alright and he just nodded his head. For the
rest of the day he didn’t say a word. As I was leaving school, I saw the
dork again and again said to myself “Ok, you can talk now.” I was near
enough to hear him say that all of a sudden he couldn’t talk and now he
could. It was then that I know I had changed. Over the next few months, I
experiment to see what my limits were. I found that besides making people
doing little things, I could slightly change the way people think. As for
you, I make you respond to key words at the same time, I tweaked the way
you thought about gays. Last night, I removed all my tinkering and this
morning was a test. I must say you are one horny dude.”
“Now, I am. But after you raped me, I wasn’t sure. I found that when I
went to work, I had no desire for the woman I had been fantasizing about
for a long time. I found myself wondering what all the men’s cocks looked
like. I felt sick and came home. All I could think about were cocks so I
went down to the porn store my first cock thru a glory hole. The
next day, I was laid-off. I was so angry that I went back to the store
looking to get laid. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to be the fuckee or
the fucker. Then a high school kid was in the next booth and knew I wanted
to be the fucker. I wanted to get even with you. I convinced him to share
my booth. I had him suck me off and as I fucked him I pretended he was
you. My orgasm was better that I had with any woman and knew I was hooked.
For the rest of the week, I masterbated to the fantasy of your
cock. After last night, I realized that I love you not only as a son but as
a lover.
Jack’s expression changed from amazement to ya right. “I was not
joking! You can have me suck your cock or fuck my ass anytime you want!
I’m your bitch! All you have to do is ask.”
With that, I fell to my knees between his legs, moved the nylon,
uncovering his cock and took him in my mouth. I him lovingly. With
each stroke, I took him all the way down my throat. He responded by
stroking my hair. “I love you too, dad”. I continued for a few
more minutes until he shot in my mouth. I kept until he was
completely soft. Without saying a word, I got up and left the room.
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