RORY:

    When I was little my dad, my brother, and I would often go to a "chop your own Christmas tree" farm, where Taylor and I watched or helped our father chop down our Christmas tree for that year. It had been many years since we'd done anything of the sort, but this year Dad and I decided to resurrect our tradition. I'd intended on bringing my two sons along, but they both developed a cold, plus they were still a bit too young for it, so Dad and I ended up doing it on our own.

    "I invited Neil to come with us, but he's working today," Dad told me as we got in his truck.

    "Oh. That's too bad," I said, suddenly very disappointed that Neil wouldn't be joining us,   though two seconds ago I didn't even know he was invited. Ever since Thanksgiving, when Neil touched that "special spot" deep in my ass, I'd been hoping that we might enjoy a repeat. 

    During the hour-long drive to the Christmas tree farm, I felt a funny tingling in my ass, wknewhich only grew stronger with every bump in the road. I popped a boner in the passenger seat and I desperately held back from touching myself. Even without stroking my manhood, it felt like it might erupt any minute.

    "Here we are. You better get rid of that," Dad smirked, eyeing the protruding bulge in my gray sweatpants.

    "It's that obvious, is it?" I chuckled.

    "Let's just say you would be very popular if you went to The Falcon like that," Dad noted, "but not a family-friendly Christmas tree market. Do you want some help?" he offered, suddenly reaching for my cock after putting the car in park, almost making me cum on the spot.

    "No. I mean, yes, but not right now," I said. "I wanna save it for later. Besides, these windows aren't tinted and there are too many people around here."

    The parking lot was bustling with people of all ages, strapping trees onto their vehicles or otherwise walking around. Dad and I stayed in the car for a couple of minutes until my erection subsided sufficiently. At times like this, I envied my dad for having his cock locked up, thus avoiding any unwanted hard-ons.

    To make matters more difficult, it seemed like every hot dad in Pennsylvania had come to this Christmas tree farm today just to tease me. Even though I didn't normally check out other men, today the tingling in my hole caused me to mentally undress several of the daddies around me, wondering which one of them had the best tool to fix my itch. 

    Thankfully, the physical work of chopping down two trees allowed me to blow off some steam. Finally, Dad and I loaded them up in the back of his truck and we headed back toward Stag Meadow Lane. As soon as we hit the first bump in the road, my cock was back to its full hardness, bulging my sweats.

    "What's with you today? Did you take some Viagra or something this morning?" Dad laughed, once again noticing the obvious condition of my crotch. "Feel free to jack off while I'm driving, if you want," he offered.

    "No, thanks. Honestly, I think I need to get fucked," I blurted out. "I've been itching for it ever since Thanksgiving. What time is Neil done with work?"

    "I'm not sure, but we ain't gotta wait for him," Dad said, looking down at his own crotch. He was wearing jeans and probably tight underwear underneath, so even though it wasn't as obvious, I noticed he was also sporting what looked to be a full-on boner.

    "You're not wearing your cage?" I asked in surprise.

    "Not today," my father smiled. "Anyone at your house?"

    "Nope," I shook my head with a smile, and the car immediately accelerated, going fifteen miles over the speed limit all the way home. Knowing Dad was that excited to fuck my ass again just made my cock ever harder.

    Dad pulled the truck into the driveway and we left the two trees secured in the back. We'd barely hung our coats up by the front door when I felt my father's hands grab me by the waist and move me over to the leather armchair that was a few feet away. He pushed me forward so that I was kneeling on the seat of the chair, facing away from him. His actions were forceful but not rough, though it was clear who was in charge here... at least for now. I smiled, thinking that Dad's experiences as a sub probably helped him learn how to be a good dom, too.

    "So is this what you're like when you're not locked up now?" I asked him as he pulled the back of my sweats down to expose my ass. "Is this 'Stephen uncaged'?"

    "Heh," Dad replied with a chuckle, "Maybe, son. Or maybe I'm just horny as fuck for that tight ass." Right as those words left his mouth, I felt my father's cockhead pressing up against my opening. He wasn't kidding: he wanted this bad. Luckily, so did I. My muscles had been clenching and releasing for the last few hours as that need deep inside had been nagging me. So I was able to relax quickly and give Dad's dick a clear path to plunge right inside. He got about half his prick in before hitting any resistance that forced him to slow down.

    "Mmm, I figured you'd be able to take me all in one go..." my father teased, working another inch into me. "Though I guess you don't get fucked as often as your brother and I do." I laughed when he said that, pleased that my father loved taking dick so much that he'd brag about it and compared himself to Taylor.

    "You'll just have to keep training me, I guess," I retorted. "Don't let up, I can take it. Fuck me!"

    Seemingly emboldened by my words, Dad shoved his hips forward and got himself balls-deep in me, triggering a few different moans and sighs from me as I finally got the rush I'd been craving. There was nothing like taking a nice dick, I'd come to realize. And if that dick belonged to a man in my family, then all the better.

    Dad really got going after that, and I shouted at him and encouraged him to keep slamming my ass.

    "Fuck me harder, bitch!" I yelled, "Can't you get any deeper? I'm barely feeling this!" That was a lie, I was DEFINITELY feeling it. But I couldn't help but slip back into a dominant role with Dad, especially after everything I'd seen him do these past few months.

    My father just responded with grunts and more force, and at one point the head of his cock was slamming into my prostate over and over, shooting sensual tingles up my spine. I managed to keep us in that position as the intensity built, and after about a minute I felt my nuts start to tighten up.

    "Oh fuck, Dad! I'm cumming!" I shouted as I buried my face in my arms on the back of the chair, still bracing myself against the continued pounding. My cock started twitching and I began to blow a huge load right onto the cushion. Gasping and moaning, I was at the peak of my climax when I felt Dad shove in one final time and start filling me up with his seed. I knew from experience that it was tough to hold back when the guy you're fucking is busting his own nut.

    We slowed and then relaxed into one another for a moment, and then we both stood up and faced each other. With a playful smile, Dad leaned in for a kiss as our dripping cocks rubbed together. I began to lean in as well, but then I stopped him by putting a hand on his chest. He looked puzzled.

    "You made me blow my load all over that chair!" I barked in a faux-angry tone, pointing at the sticky mess. "Somebody's gonna have to clean that up, and it sure as hell isn't going to be me!" Dad's eyes narrowed and he got a half-smirk on his face.

    "Yes, sir," he whispered, with some amusement, and then got down on his hands and knees. He scurried up to the chair and slowly began lapping up my load from the cushions. I stood and watched, appreciating the view I had of my father's puckered asshole as he cleaned up my jizz. Absent-mindedly stroking my cock as I looked, I realized that I was still rock hard. Damn, I was really feeling it today!
   Never one to let an opportunity slip by (something I'd learned from Taylor), I got down on my knees right behind my father and grabbed his waist with my hands. He only had half a second to react before I pushed my still-dripping cock into him. Unlike me, Dad took all of me on the first thrust.

    "I guess you ARE a bigger cum dump than me," I said. Then, I pushed the back of his head down onto the chair and added, "Don't let this stop you from cleaning up." I fucked Dad for a good five minutes, amusing myself by going harder and harder, making sure that some of the cum from the cushion got all over his face and in his hair.

    My father's ass felt amazing around my cock, and I was suddenly jealous that Neil had been getting this before I'd had a chance. I figured I would just have to make this a more frequent occurrence to try and even up the score.

    I was building pretty quickly toward a second load, and it was tempting to pull out and feed another one to my father. But I needed to breed this ass the first time I was fucking it.

    "Here it comes, Dad!" I shouted, and gave a final shove as deep as I could go. My father just let out some long, soft moans as he felt me cumming. He was already fantastic at squeezing himself gently around my cock to maximize the pleasure of the moment. When I was finished, I pulled out and let myself collapse on the floor in front of the chair next to Dad. We relaxed there, laughing and breathing deeply.

    I turned my head to look at him and my father was already looking at me, smiling. This time, it was me who leaned in for the kiss.​​