redneck-deadbeat-dad

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Subject: Redneck Deadbeat Dad This story is 100% fictional. Any similarities to people dead or alive is an accident. If you like Nifty, donate to them! They need your money fty/donate.html —- Author’s Note: This story includes an adult son and dad having sex. If you’re not into that, leave. There will be raunchy stuff in this story, including musk, piss, etc. I will never include scat in my stories. —- Growing up, my Dad was a deadbeat. But a deadbeat I still lived with. Ya’ see, my momma was even worse than he was. Right after she gave birth to me, she decided it was her time to go from freaky in bed with my dad to freaky in bed with everyone in town. She ended up moving out of town after fucking any guy with enough pussy hunger to fuck her. So since she left, he had to take care of me. Or at least make sure I didn’t get killed. I had a pretty relaxed upbringing. I was pretty much allowed to do as I pleased as long as I came back home at some point. I spent the whole summer before 8th grade with my friend Brandon smoking pot all day down by the creek at his house. There wasn’t many days where I ended up coming home. And it was that summer that I found out I’m not only attracted to women, but men. Me and Brandon fooled around that summer. A lot. It was great to know I could get hole from either gender. Or pole, if I wanted that. Any formal parenting my Dad did give me was just advice on how not to fuck up too bad. I didn’t know how to open a bank account, but I did know how to avoid STDs and how to drink up to the point of puking without doing it. My dad taught me all of that. He was really more of a buddy than a dad, but I still loved him like one. He was goofy and lazy, not cruel. He figured what life he had on the government checks was good enough for him. It got him enough money for cable, booze, and pot. What else could a man want? So instead of working, Dad spent most of his day just fucking around the house or driving around town. Or jerking off. He did that a LOT. I once stayed home from school cus I didn’t feel like going, and I heard him slamming his pole in every room every few hours. To be honest, it kind of turned me on. But that wasn’t nothing new. I had been wanting to fuck my dad since I figured out I liked men and that’s what that feeling I had for him was. The warm pulse in my chest and cock when he’d hug me and I’d smell his natural man smell. The tight squeeze of his burly body. I was attracted to men like him. Rough, crude, troublemakin’ rednecks. He was tall and wide with a big bloated ballgut from the copious amounts of food and beer he had daily while doing fuck all. He was pretty smooth from the neck down, but his face had a big wild dark brown beard on it. Really it was only a matter of time before we started fucking. What, with my relaxed sexual attitude and his near-standardless one with a sex drive built to keep humanity alive. He was known around town to go through every manless broad in our neck of the woods in a day. And when he got real drunk, he was known to fuck some of the city boys who’d sit on bar stools giggling their way on to some real man meat. So that’s how I was gonna get with him. We were gonna get real drunk one night and I was just gonna make a move. So one Friday after school, I asked Dad if I could chip in for a couple 12 packs and a night of shooting the shit. He happily obliged. A couple hours and two near-empty packs later, I was sitting dangerously close to Dad who was currently guffawing at the TV. He was sweaty, warm, and smelling faintly of cigarettes. I was too. The whole trailer, really. That’s when I leapt in. “Hey Dad, when’s the last time you got head?” He just grinned. “Well to tell ya’ the truth, it’s been istanbul travesti a couple days. Haven’t gotten much of anything since then.” I sat up. “You been jerkin’ off?” Dad cocked an eyebrow and grinned. “Nah, why ya’ askin’?” I could’ve licked my lips. Perfect. He would be pent up like a breeding bull. “Well it’s just that my buddy Beau was sayin’ I give head that makes it so you can’t skip a day, and I didn’t know if he was bein’ over complimentin’ or what.” Dad just bellowed in laughter. “Nah, he may be right! I’ve had me some blowjobs that had me itchin’ for more like a junky the next day.” He cocked an eyebrow. “How long you and Beau been foolin’ around?” I held back a smile. “Uh, `bout since freshman year.” Then I did smile. Both of Dad’s eyebrows raised now. “Shit, boy, with you bringin’ those girls around I just assumed you were more tied to the pussy than your old man!” He laughed again, his body shaking with his movement. I laughed too, grinning wide. “Oh nah, I’ll give it or take it from anyone long as they’re hot,” I said, sipping a beer to ease my nerve. It was going as planned. “Yeah, I’m `bout the same myself,” Dad said. Perfect! I knew he’d relate. “Well… what about me?” I said sheepishly but with a false confidence, trying my best to look relaxed on the couch, both arms out. Dad looked at me confused. “Well I think `yer handsome, sure.” I licked my lips as he stared at me for a second, both of us quiet. He finally just grinned. “Well what about me, huh? You think `yer Dad’s hot?” I didn’t hesitate. “Hell yeah!” I said excitedly, maybe a bit too much so. Dad laughed again, his beer sloshing before he poured the rest back and tossed the bottle to the side. “Is that right?” I nodded. “I mean, I’m all about older guys. And women.” Dad elbowed me. “I’m not that damn old, ya twerp!” We both laughed as he eyed me over. “I mean, sure, I guess so. I like my guys a little on the younger side. Still rowdy.” I looked at him accusingly. “And `yer not?” Dad scoffed, then leaned back. “So we both think we’re hot, huh?” I shrugged. “Sounds about li-” He cut me off before I could even finish. “You tryin’ to fuck?” I choked at the forthcomingness. “Oh, shit! Uh-” Dad started laughing and couldn’t stop for a second. “I mean, hell! You’ve always been like a buddy to me. I fuck with my buddies all the time!” I hadn’t even gotten to suggest it! “I mean… Hell I was gonna ask!” Me and Dad both roared with laughter, him smiling bigger than I might’ve ever seen. “Aw shit, well fuck then! We gotta’!” Dad said, pulling me into him. We both started stripping enthusiastically, caught up in the moment. Dad was always down for a fuck, and now he had me living right here in the house wanting to. Dad slipped off his worn out jeans, then his ratty briefs, and his manmeat sprung loose. It was big. Real big. And within moments, it was standing at attention. I knew Dad was hung just from the tent and peeks of skin I got from his tattered boxers, but he was somehow a shower and a grower. Now that he was rock hard and twitching, his cock towered. That round and sagging bulge had turned into what had to be just under a foot of wrist-thick cock. His balls looked huge even in proportion. “You got yer’ daddies cock, boy?” I grinned. “Just about!” He smirked back. “Show me.” I yanked my pants down, my freeballing cock and balls flopping out. I was a good 9 inches hard, and my balls sagged and swung low down, even lower than his. Dad whooped and grin, looking down then up at me. “That’s my son!” He crawled on top of me, positioning himself over me and all but breathing down my neck as he started kissing and sucking on my ear. kadıköy travesti “What you into boy? You a perv like your pa?” I moaned as he moved down to my neck, his huge and tight gut rubbing against me, as well as his bull cock. “You fuckin’ know it, Dad.” “Then eat my hole out, fucker,” he said as he pulled from my neck, planting a sloppy kiss on the lips before sliding back and repositioning his hind end to the front of my face. Dad’s ass was thick as all hell, his puffy pink hole sitting deep in the trench of his sweaty cheeks. I was leaning against the arm of the couch, laid out as Dad pushed his fuckhole back 69 style I dug right in, sucking at his musky ass like my next meal depended on it, slipping my tongue right in. His hole felt worn out and loose. Dad moaned in approval and pressed back, my face getting smushed further into his smooth and bountiful butt. “Aw yeah boy, dig in there good,” he said as he relaxed his well-used mancunt. I sucked and slurped, going from flicking my tongue in and out to all around his hole. Dad groaned and tensed at one point, the muscles in his ass clenching on my face as I gripped his firm hips. Suddenly, as I was eating Dad’s sweaty and smooth fuckhole, I felt a warm and wet sensation slide straight down my cock to my base. I nearly bucked as I curled my toes and moaned into Dad’s ass, which was now clenching with tension as he took my big cock down his throat. I pulled out of his ass as he reoriented, slurping the entire length of my cock up and down with a master finesse and a dangerous level of energy and mess. He was practically drooling as he sucked me off, getting me slobber-coated as he took my cock like a champ. I craned my neck back before pulling Dad’s hard cock more comfortably into view. We shifted, landing in half-turned position as we fully 69’ed. I licked up and down Dad’s shaft from base to head. His pecker was fat as shit, hot to the touch, and long enough to gouge or gag anyone. A prominent vein ran down it that I traced before sticking the oversized tip in my mouth and suckling. We just went at it for a while like that, me teasing Dad’s twitching cock as he deepthroated mine with a pornstar’s resilience. His bare, sweaty belly rubbed against me as we did, his large form dwarfing even my swole one. Eventually, he pulled off my cock, spit streaming from my tip to his glazed lips. “Fuck boy, you ever cum?” he said, wiping his lips with his arm before grinning back at me. I just laughed. “Sometimes it takes a damn minute!” He eyed me and shifted out of the 69. “Well I’m impatient,” he said, almost flopping forward over our creaky table. “Come get in me!” He didn’t have to ask me twice. I clambered over to him, aligning my meat stick with his ass within seconds. I rubbed my slobber soaked cock on his ass, slapping my thick dick against his huge ass cheeks and hole. I pushed in, his relaxed cunt accommodating me well. I grunted, as did Dad as I began slowly pumping back and forth, an inch more sliding in with each thrust. “Yeah boy, `yer cock fills a hole good. I know that Beau boy must love it.” I grinned, feeling like a wave of hormones was washing over me as I fucked into my Dad’s puffy pussy. I leaned in to him, my torso much closer to his pressed against the old table. “Lots of people do, Dad.” Dad groaned as I humped in, my cock pushing in fully. He tightened around my base, almost milking me with his well-exercised mancunt. “Atta boy, feed my pussy that fuckin’ meat. Fuck me good,” he said with a growl. I moaned and started humping, Dad gripping into the table as his huge cheeks clapped against my waist as I fucked him. I had a big bulky body filled with muscle from hard work bakırköy travesti in and out of a gym, but Dad still dwarfed me. I gripped his wide hips as my cock slammed in and out of his hole. It was like he was already warmed up and loosened for me. “Yeah, yeah! Fuck me harder, fucker!” he roared, his drawling voice soaring out over the claps of my skin against his. I felt my cock drying so I pulled it out, spit on it again, and went back to town. Dad gripped the table while I pounded with a ferocity before finally lifting a leg on the table, sinking in, and humping at him. My heavy and low-hanging nuts swung behind my frantic digging pumps, slamming against Dad’s fat ass as I pumped my closest couple inches in and out with fury. We were both grunting and sweating and cussing, drunk as skunks and fucking like animals too. I couldn’t take it anymore. I moaned and shoved into his pillowy ass, my cock digging in to his loose and wet hole. “Oh fuck! Fuck!” I cried out as I shot my load, pump after pump squirting into his guts. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. “Yeahhh, atta boy! Cream in me!” I flopped back, and after a minute, I pulled my now cum-soaked cock out. I dripped seed all over the couch as I panted and Dad whooped, his ass clenching and unclenching. Dad flipped around, facing me. I expected a kiss or for him to just talk, but instead, he grabbed me and pinned me against the arm of the couch. His big round belly hung over me, and then with a shift, over my head as Dad swang his monstrous cock into my face. “My turn to cum now, boy. Keep that throat open.” And with that, he pressed his cock towards my face, slid into position, and dug in. I did as he said and kept my mouth and throat wide until I could get my mouth around his cock. Within a minute, he was shoving down the final few inches of his oversized pecker into my throat–I was already gagging. That cock was no joke. He had to be right at a foot, or at least close, and my jaw could’ve broken off by then. And he was just getting started.. And within minutes, he was humping my throat, his hips parallel, his balls swinging and slapping my chin as he pumped in and out of my constricting and oozing throat. I was a drooling mess, tears in my eyes. Dad was just hooting and hollering and grunting, his bloated stomach smacking me in the face as he bred my mouth. “Fuckin’ wetter and warm as some pussy!” Dad barked, sinking in and making me gag into his cushioned pelvis. Without warning, he yanked out of my throat, causing my stomach to flip and entire body to squeeze. I gagged and drooled, slobber coating his cock. Dad smirked and repositioned his tip to my lips. I gladly accepted as my nose ran, eyeing up at him looking down at me. Then, without warning, he shot his load all over my lips and face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth in shock and desire, taking spurt after spurt of his hot stringy sperm globs into my mouth, more shooting over my head. That log of manmeat was twitching and seizing, his smooth bull nuts tensing up. He collapsed down on me, sliding down my body, grinding as he went. He was fucking heavy and I was exhausted. He repositioned once he was simply pinning me down face to face, wrapped around me, and sat up on the couch still wrapped. Then Dad stood up and carried me straddled around his front, legs wrapped around his torso. He flopped me on his bed, the oversized king that took up far too much size in the master bedroom of the trailer. He kissed me, sucking the last dribbles of sperm from my slobbery lips as we made out ferociously. “I love you, boy.” – Quick little one-off to reinvigorate my writing spirits! Hoping to get back to my Redneck Pornstars and Dad’s And His Construction Crew stories soon! Would love emails giving comments, critiques, and proof of loads. Always down to talk dirty with like-minded guys. You can find some hot pictures with accompanying blurbs and short stories from me over at Newtumblr. Username is jghast31.

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