Jake was twenty-four when it finally happened. He had just moved back home after college, broke and restless, sleeping in his old room while he figured out his next move. His dad, Rick, was fifty-one, still built like the construction worker he was, thick arms, broad chest, and that permanent five-o'clock shadow that made him look like he could fuck you up or fuck you senseless.
They had always been close, but something shifted the first night Jake came home drunk from a bar. Rick was sitting on the couch in nothing but gray sweatpants, the outline of his heavy cock obvious against the fabric. Jake couldn't stop staring. Rick noticed.
"You keep looking at it like you want a taste," Rick said, voice low and rough. "That what you want, boy?"
Jake's mouth went dry. "Yeah, Dad. I do."
Rick stood up, pushed the sweatpants down, and let his thick cock spring free. It was long, veined, already half-hard, the head flushed dark. "Get on your knees then. Show me how much you want your old man's dick."
Jake dropped. He wrapped his hand around the base, feeling the heat and weight, then opened his mouth and took the head in. Rick groaned, one big hand gripping the back of Jake's head. "That's it. Suck your daddy's cock like you mean it."
Jake worked his tongue under the head, tasting salt and skin, then pushed deeper until his nose brushed the trimmed hair at the base.
Rick's hips rocked forward, fucking his mouth in slow, deliberate thrusts. Spit ran down Jake's chin. He gagged when Rick pushed too far but didn't pull away. He wanted it. Needed it.
"Fuck, that's good," Rick growled. "Been thinking about this for years, watching you grow up, wondering if you'd ever want it. Now look at you, choking on daddy's dick like a hungry little slut."
Jake moaned around the shaft, the words making his own cock throb in his jeans. Rick pulled him off, strings of spit connecting them, then hauled him up and bent him over the arm of the couch. He yanked Jake's pants down, spat on his hole, and pressed two thick fingers inside without warning.
"Relax, boy. Gonna open you up so I can fuck this tight ass."
Jake pushed back on the fingers, gasping as Rick scissored them, stretching him. When Rick added a third, Jake was leaking onto the couch cushion. Rick pulled his fingers out, lined up his cock, and pushed in slow but steady. The stretch burned, then gave way to a deep, full feeling that made Jake's toes curl.
"Goddamn, you're tight," Rick grunted, bottoming out. His heavy balls pressed against Jake's ass. "Tighter than any pussy I've ever had. This is mine now, you hear me?"
"Yes, Daddy," Jake breathed. "Fuck me. Use me."
Rick started thrusting, long, hard strokes that slapped skin on skin. One hand gripped Jake's hip, the other reached around to jerk his cock in time with the pounding. Every thrust punched a moan out of Jake. Rick leaned over him, mouth at his ear.
"Tell me how much you love your dad's cock in your ass."
"Love it," Jake choked out. "Love how big you are, how deep you fuck me. Don't stop."
Rick slammed in harder, the couch creaking under them. He reached under, grabbed Jake's balls, tugged them. "Gonna fill this hole up. Breed my own son like the dirty fucker I am."
Jake came first, shooting across the couch with a broken cry. His ass clenched around Rick's cock. Rick followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside. Jake felt every pulse, hot and heavy.
They stayed like that for a minute, Rick's weight on his back, both breathing hard. Then Rick pulled out slow, watching his cum leak from Jake's stretched hole. He scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back in.
"Keep that in there. We're not done tonight."
Over the next weeks they fucked everywhere: in the shower with Jake pressed against the tiles, Rick pounding him from behind while hot water ran over them; on the kitchen table after dinner, Rick eating Jake's ass first until he was begging; in Rick's bed with Jake riding him, bouncing on that thick cock while Rick called him "my boy" and "daddy's little cumdump."
One night Rick tied Jake's wrists to the headboard with his own belt and edged him for an hour, fucking him slow then fast, pulling out every time Jake got close, until Jake was sobbing and promising anything. When Rick finally let him come, it was with Rick's cock buried deep and Rick's hand around his throat, whispering filthy praise.
"Such a good boy for daddy. Taking every inch. Gonna keep this ass full every night from now on."
Jake nodded, wrecked and happy, already thinking about the next time Rick would bend him over and remind him exactly whose son he was.
