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Time passed. I still had Zach's cock in my mouth, his semi-hard shaft in my right hand, and every few minutes I would feel his diaphragm tighten possibly signaling another little spurt of come. I was ready. I was patient. So we missed Saturday Night Live. Who cares, our show was still very alive. My cock had been hard for a long time, but it was not a needy cock--right then. It was a patient and knowing cock, not lacking in attention. My mind wandered to Victoria, wondering if it was possible that she would see beauty here, admire, even appreciate the gift-horse in my mouth? Would she want to watch? Would we want to be watched? Zach and I had something that wasn't over in twenty-minutes, or an hour, or many hours. It seemed to just go on and on, seamlessly.

For the moment I was quite content, happy that Zach looked so perfectly sated and at peace with the world. It was late, bedtime really, but my mind wandered considering what I wanted to do with my hard cock sticking out of my black silk panties--if anything. I could bend him over on the couch, and take his butt on a rough ride. No need for any lube, or even that he be fully awake, I could ram in and get off. He'd wake up, arch that powerful back and soon he'd be jacking my cock with his butt cunt. He was a good boy, always ready for anything. After that imagined straight anal fuck of that white bitch on screen, I could turn him back into a faggot in a few strokes. My son, what a precious boy.

I wanted that bathrobe off him. I wanted to mount him from behind, stroke his muscular torso, his knees on the Berber bent-over, Black skin against the red leather of my couch. Fuck him hard. Fuck him fast. Then head for the bedroom and sleep--until one or the other of us started it all over again. It would be only our second night together, but the pattern of our needs was pretty clear.

Thank goodness there were signs of life as Zach, nearly prone, leaning back against the couch, seemed to realize that the DVD was off and the living room silent with my head in his lap attending to business. He took hold of my head with strong tenderness, he didn't try to pull my head up and off his cock, he just wanted to communicate love and appreciation. "Wow dad, are you okay? I think that blew my mind." That was enough, in fact it was perfect for my next play.

"You were amazing honey, I loved it. Welcome back!" I said, my agenda about to be put in motion, "I'm going to play with my boy. First let me take your bathrobe off cunt, I want to feel you up and love you exactly where you are for a few minutes. Don't move." Bathrobe tossed, there he was totally naked leaning back. I climbed on top of him, what a surface, what comfort. I ran my hands up and down his torso, rubbed his pecs aggressively, as I would a woman's tits that needed abuse. I sucked a nipple to see how it would respond. It didn't, but was a fun suck anyway. What a manly body. I ran my hands down over his taut stomach, feeling his abs tighten, watching his cock jump back to life as my hand got closer. I couldn't resist. I grabbed that Black beauty, squeezed and shook it just for the sake of doing it, and to say my kind of hello to a very dear friend. I loved that cock.

"Now Zach, drop to the floor, on your knees, ass up and you bent over facing back at the couch." Zach moved deliberately, his motion immediate but not rushed in anyway. There he was, face against the back of the couch, knees on the Berber, butt in the air. "Reach back, both hands, pull those cheeks apart. I'm taking your cunt fast and hard--reminding my son he is my sissy faggot. Got it?"

"All yours Daddy," Zach was totally awake, knew I had built up a head of steam while servicing him, and every fiber in his body now wanted to be of service to me. I dropped my bathrobe, and black panties, aimed my hard cock and entered him from behind in a single thrust. Smack! All the way in, balls banging balls. It was hard, fast, and rough. Rough is what I wanted it to be, and Zach's open cunt and powerful body took it right in. He felt the roughness, moaned his awareness loudly saying, "Oh Daddy, you've been waiting, fuck my sissy cunt hard like I deserve it. I am your cunt whore, make me scream!"

I liked that, and I was already pounding in and out hard. I put all my weight, all 135 pounds, into that ass, smashing his face into the couch. I was a savage and he felt fucked. My only care was to make my cock happy, feel in total control, and unload. I was grunting, pumping hard. I became delirious mumbling insult, humiliating faggot language telling him to give up his ass to his dad. "Lift that butt up faggot, you are like that white bitch right now. You saw her lifting her ass, using it to jack-off that big Black cock. Jack your Daddy's cock with your cunt now bitch." I was loving feeling the control we both loved, as surely as we both loved to service and submit. Zach was servicing my cock with that butt, he was in total submission mode. For a few minutes I relaxed and watched his butt doing the work, but only a few. This was my show, and I was getting real physical. I needed to be extraordinarily physical. Dominating, driving headlong into to his submissive cunt. That was exactly how I wanted to feel when I started to come.

I reached under his chest with both hands, grabbed his pecs and pulled him hard--his back arched up against my chest. Zach out-weighed me by probably 25 pounds, was two inches taller and less than half my age. So what? I had total control, he was powerless in this reverse bear-hug and he was stuck on my cock, being spit-roasted. His torso was immobilized, locked tight in my grip and being pushed down on my invading cock deep in his butt. There was no escape.

Almost a standing fuck, a total power embrace. Finally I could feel it coming, each pound in and each pull out, I was almost there. My beautiful son, a Black adonis submitting, grunting, groaning, moaning, his body saying fuck the hell out of me. It was about to start, maybe a stroke or two away, and I howled that I was coming. "Breeding my son, take that load, milk it the fuck out of me..." I screamed. That was it, I was out of words, had no use for them. I began a long growl, low, mean, rough, animal noises came out of me as I held his body tight to mine. My dick up his butt, pelvis grinding, balls slapping balls. No words from either of us, just a rough violent animal whoring sound like wolves breeding. Without so much as being touched, Zach shot a load across the red leather while I held him tight, using every ounce of my strength. I was the total master, and my cock just kept having tantric orgasm after orgasm, both of us convulsing involuntarily. It was heaven on earth. If we ever came back to earth, that is.

Time again stood still, and sheer fatigue would ultimately take over. When it did, words still didn't really matter, though we used a few. We needed to clean up and crash. In bed, in Zach's arms, was an earthly heaven. A kiss and we were both down for the count. The sun again would rise. I would again find a big Black cock attached to Zach, right there in my bed waiting for me. Not a time to make rainbows in the sunlight. I wanted to drink from his faithful fountain now, right now, before Zach had time to wake up and really think about it. Just needed his load like a good morning kiss.

I was in a good position turned toward his cock, facing it. The perfect angle for deep throat. I pushed my head down and had him at the back of my mouth, ready to pop through into my throat. That pop did it and though Zach was probably mostly asleep still, I could feel the swell and it was oceanic. God what a feeling, his balls danced in my hands, the load was on the way. I held my breath and forced that monster all the way down my throat, cock jerking, pumping out those perfect waves of come. I just let it take over, now I was whoring on and submitting to exactly whatever that cock needed or wanted to get off. I loved being such a perfect receptacle, let that come blast into me being a total cunt, a sissy faggot, taking all that Black beauty had to offer. It was a lot.

I held my breath and maintained my position, Zach's cock down my throat, my face smashed into his shaved pelvis. Rolling with his convulsive movements, feeling his abs tighten, his grunts started, and I just hung on for the oral ride of a lifetime. It was a wonderful morning. I couldn't have felt better, and when Zach's body calmed down and the waves of come stopped, I was in no hurry to let him out. It felt so right. In time I had to breathe, but was calm and pulled my head off looking down at what was still a giant, semi-hard, cock. Seeing it lay across his now totally relaxed belly, I couldn't imagine how I ever swallowed that Black beast. A small abdominal jerk and I saw white on the tip and sucked it off, leaving that gaping hole empty and open--so I tongue fucked that hole for just a minute more.

"Good morning Daddy!:" Zach was awake. "I had such a dream, and God you drained me good. Thank you Daddy!"

I changed positions and moved toward that sound, and kissed my son good morning. That kiss lingered and his strong arms went around me, we cuddled. "Did I hurt you with my cock last night son? Or with my dirty words? I know I forced myself on you, and in you, held you captive as my sissy faggot son. I got off real good, and those tantric NEMOs lasted forever. You were incredible, so I woke up with the sun, needing to return the favor and God were you holding back another huge load. It was beautiful."

Zach hugged me, saying, "I crashed so good, but my dream world knew I had built up a huge load and in the middle of that dream--there you were throat-fucking all that pent up come out of me. Thank you. And about last night, you owned me and I needed to be owned. I'm always surprised how strong you are, you must have been amazing as a collegiate wrestler and staying in such good shape as a runner all these years. You had me pinned down on your cock and I gave up all resistance. That was a rape for sure, and you saw I shot a load across your couch, so turned on about being totally raped by my Daddy. I love you and am yours anytime, anyway."

"Beautiful son," two words and I kissed him again. "What a day. Let's get bathed and meet up in the kitchen, I'm starving!"

Twenty minutes later, bathed and back in my bathrobe, I did some cleaning up, started brewing coffee and making my oatmeal. I got out that loaf of Zach's, a few bagels, creamed cheese, and that big bowl of fruit he'd brought yesterday. In came Zach smelling like a walking, gorgeous, Black bubble bath, bathrobe tied tight. He was hungry too and sat down at the table and dug in, as I poured him a first cup of coffee and handed it to him with a kiss.

"Hello honey, God you smell good," I continued. "So Zach, what's your time frame for the day? When do you need to leave to get your apartment in order, and be all set for your Monday morning at the base?"

"I'd love to join you and Atticus for a nice walk, Eagle Harbor or over to Fort Ward that you told me about. Then lunch and a nap, I want to snuggle--and whatever you want," that last line was delivered with a big smile. "Then I really need to do catch-up at my place and get my ducks in a row for tomorrow. A big day, I probably should leave by 4:00. I know you have a phone call with Victoria, and I totally know that weighs heavily on you. Hope you'll call me afterwards."

"Perfect! Let's drive over to Fort Ward, Atticus will go nuts and it is a beautiful no-car walking environment. Then back here for lunch and that 'nap.' Can we drop by your place briefly, I really would like to see it. Could become more important as Victoria's return nears." I offered. "From our first meeting Friday, to this moment, we have been nearly inseparable. Now you are starting your work week, I guess we'll play it by ear--but I am missing you already just thinking about it."

"Me too! I think it will be hard," Zach offered, "We're both hard all the time as it is." Again we both laughed, but it was so true.

After breakfast, we both changed into Levis and running shoes, and drove over to Fort Ward. Two straight friends, exactly as planned, but we seemed to keep brushing against each other and were fighting hard-ons. Zach was statuesque in his Levis and a white t-shirt, he cut a stunning figure, and to think he was my lover was mind blowing. Some touching in the car coming back, and a quick stop at his unpacked apartment, indeed he had a lot to do. He was not remotely moved-in, though he had been there exactly a week. He was a neat-freak like me, but right now it still looked like a move-in in progress. We stopped at the Vietnamese restaurant on the spur of the moment, a special lunch out--our first, and befitting the significance of the day.

Back home, we were both ready for that "nap," and Zach asked "Are we napping naked or do you want me to put my panties back on?"

"Naked!" Was my one word response, "Leave those panties off and here. I'll run them, the bathrobes, and towels through the wash. And Zach, for our last fuck of this day, I want you to take your Daddy's cunt and fuck me missionary-style like a woman. Face to face, kissing, loving, but as rough as you like. I want to fall asleep with your hard cock in me. Lube me up good with your hands, push my legs up, and drill me like a cunt whore. How does that sound to you son?"

"I've been wanting to fuck you like a woman, totally feminize you, so that sounds perfect Daddy. I'll get your cunt more than ready, and how cool, I'm going to push your cunt legs up like you are my girlfriend. I'm tired but I'm hard all over again. Lie down on your back, stroke that cock for a minute, I'll get the lube and see how much of my hand I can get in--getting you ready." And Zach was off to 'his' bathroom to grab the lube.

I went into my bathroom, closed the door and lit a joint. Two big tokes and I was back. I lay down naked, on top of a big white towel, just feeling great. Excited and calm all at the same time. I looked down at my hard cock, stroked it lightly, waiting to be taken. Zach came back in naked and hard, lube in hand, ready to take his girlfriend. He lifted both legs by the ankles, and began to give orders.

"Hold you cunt legs up and show me your butt," I belonged to Zach, so happy to comply as he went to work lubing my butt cunt. Two fingers in deep, then three, as he opened me up. Then lube aside, his hard cock pressed against my butthole, he again took both ankles roughly and pulled them up and apart. "That's my girl, I'm taking your cunt right now." The head popped right in. Sweet. He stayed right there for a minute, and instead of pushing his cock in, he used my ankles to hold me up and slide me onto that Black pole. "Good girl, you like dick in your cunt don't you. I'm half way in and you are wide open. I'm going to pull out so just the head is in you, okay cunt? Then in a second you'll feel my balls slapping your butt."

All I could say was, "Anything you want Son, I am your cunt whore. Fuck me!"

And the fucking started, all the way in--a seemingly impossible drama, then all the way out. "Look at that, your butt is gapped already, a beautiful open hole for me to fuck. Pretty sissy girl with that hard white dick just lying there, watching." Zach was in control, he leaned forward, my legs way over my head, and kissed me as he continued to fuck. "Oh I love my faggot Daddy, such a sissy cunt, taking my cock all the way in. Now I'm going to fuck you hard like the cunt whore you are." And he did.

Zach was a fucking machine, like a steam engine pounding his bitch, then periodically pulling all the way out for the visual fun of watching it drive back in and disappear--huge Black cock into tiny white butthole. And he pumped, pounded, pushing my legs further than they could go. Hitting my cunt from the left, then the right, stretching it wide open. His cock owned my ass, and he was working it with that huge Black pole. I was mesmerized, looking down between my legs watching it disappear impossibly into me. Then out again, and back in smashing my back into the bed. He had his way with me pinned in that position, legs way up, cunt wide open, for the longest time. And he pumped with new urgency, like he was almost ready.

"Oh Daddy, you are a cunt whore and I am raping your butthole, almost ready to load you up. You look like such a sissy girl, legs up, pussy fucked," Zach was almost ready, he became incoherent, mouthing words that were not related. Beautiful dirty words, "Cunt. Whore, Bitch, Sissy. Faggot, Here comes your load. Take it you white bitch." And then it started, each forward thrust, my butt raised so high, held by my ankles, came a first blast deep in my gut. It was like a hose had been turned on inside me. And another thrust as he moaned without words, and I moaned in unison. In and out he pumped me full of come. He was dripping in sweat and dripping on me, I was soaked. Then suddenly he pulled out, let go of one ankle, and jacked a load across my stomach and into my face and mouth. I licked to get as much as I could. He did it again, more come shot straight into my wide open mouth. So much come, so beautiful.

My butt was gapped wide open and in he went all the way. I felt him press as deep as he could go, using all his strength. Cunt, face, mouth, body all covered in come, and he collapsed with that hard cock smashed into me, let go of my ankles entirely, and his body came forward on top of my pulsating white cock shooting on my belly and lubricating us as our bodies were thrashing and sliding in come and sweat. Time vibrated past us, our bodies winding down, all involuntary jerking, moaning stopped, then silence. Our nap had begun.

To be continued...