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Subject: Bringing Dad A Beer This story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to persons living or dead is entirely accidental. If you enjoy this site, then please consider donating to Nifty. They're a fantastic site, and they rely on donations to fty/donate.html - AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains consensual underage incest and raunch. This includes watersports, gaping, and musk. Do not read if this makes you upset. I've warned you. If this gets you rock hard, then please, do read! - "Hey boy, go get me a beer!" "Yes Dad!" I said, practically leaping off the sofa. Dad just stayed in his place, idly stroking his cock through his tattered jeans as his porno played on. My Dad and I have always had a very open relationship. Both in the way that we're very open with each other and my Dad messes around with whoever he likes. He's been my sole parent my whole life, and he raised me being open about life, both the good and the bad. That meant I was exposed to smoking, drinking, cursing, and sex at a young age. But it also meant I was mature for my age, able to hold my own in conversation with adults much better than a lot of my peers. I had just always been more like my Dad's buddies than kids my age. I was basically one of the guys to them and many others. But that was because of my Dad. He had never dumbed down conversation around me, so I was well versed in "guy speak" at a young age. When I got my first ever boner at the age of five while wrestling with my Dad, he explained what it was and why it happened. At the age of eleven, he taught me how to make it go down by jerking off. From there, our sexual relationship blossomed. Now it was nothing for us to just sit around and watch porn together, like today. I popped open the fridge, scanning its contents for beer. I quickly found the 30 pack of Budweiser and grabbed one, barely closing the fridge door behind me as I ran to Dad. "Here you go Dad!" I said, eagerly handing the cheap 12 oz to my father. Dad nodded slightly and cocked the recliner back more, letting his musclegut poke even farther out from his tank top. "Thanks boy." He itched his junk through the torn and dirty denim, yawning as the porn on the TV burst into moans and screams of pleasure. "God this shit is so fuckin' boring!" he burst out over top of the porno. Dad flipped the TV off with the remote and scowled. "Same shit every time. So boring!" Dad turned to me, eyebrows furrowed as I stood facing him. "And you know what the worst part is?" I curled my bottom lip out and nodded no. "No. What is it?" Dad's face melted to amusement before he laughed heartily, coyly grinning. "The men will always say how tight the bitch is." He began laughing loudly, making me smile and chuckle too. "What a load of shit! Those whores always look looser than a stretched out rubber band." He grinned again, turning his head back to the front. "And I would know loose. I've played with enough holes including my own to know loose." Dad sipped his beer loudly as I giggled. He wasn't lying. I had walked in on Dad multiple times either fucking or getting fucked. I'd even seen him once with another man's fist inside him. The guy freaked out, but Dad just laughed and told me to go do my homework. It was the norm for us. Dad slowly turned to me, grinning. "In fact, hold on boy. Sit on the recliner and wait for Daddy." Dad got up from his recliner, a rare occurrence, and walked back to his room. I watched him as he walked, his thick but muscled body charging forward. I sat for a while as I heard him shuffle through his drawers. After a minute, he returned with a DVD covered in sharpie sprawlings, a grin still on his face. He handed me the DVD. "Read it." I looked down, reading the handprinted writing on the clearly self-burned DVD. I looked back up at my Dad, handing him back the disk. "It says Beercan Fucks." Dad nodded. "Sure does! You wanna watch?" I smiled wide. "Yes!" Dad just smiled back. "Alright boy, get naked then." I just kept grinning as I stripped. I always loved watching porn with Dad, especially when we got to jerk off together or he let me drink a little. Dad stripped too as he popped in the disk to the player, his raggedy jeans sliding right off his hips, letting his naked body stand free in the living room. He kocaeli escort came over to the recliner and motioned for me to stand up before flopping down and let me sit on his lap. He leaned the chair back so I could lay on him, his cock poking out through my legs. His was bigger than mine, and much thicker. While mine wasn't small for a 15 year old; 5 inches and decently thick, his was above average, big even. It was about 8.5 inches and thick, like, really thick. Almost as thick as a soda can or a forearm. Dad slowly stroked his cock as the DVD read, his large, hairy arms rubbing me against his sweaty chest as he absentmindedly masturbated. The TV suddenly got quiet before the clip began playing. It was... Dad's room? I turned to him confused as he looked down at me, grinning. "That's right boy! Daddy makes his own porn! Now watch this." We both looked back to the screen. Dad walked out from behind the camera, a beercan in hand. It looked shiny and wet. In the video, Dad flopped onto his bed, positioning his meaty body on all fours so his jockstrap framed ass was in the center of the shot. He cleared his throat and began speaking. "Came home today horny as fuck. Need to get fucked, bad. None of my dildos are doing the trick though. I need something bigger," the Dad on camera said. "So I've got this," he said, showing the beercan. The Dad on screen moved the beer can to his ass, and I watched with bated breath. Slowly, he began pushing, grunting and clearly flexing his ass out so it could slide in easier. Slowly but surely, the can sank in. I all but gasped, turning my head to Dad, still on his chest. "Holy shit Dad!" Dad just had a shit eating grin. "Yeah, it's cool, isn't it? Watch this." I turned back to the screen. The Dad on screen grunted and moved his hand, the top of the beercan visible from his ass, framed by his stretched lips. Suddenly, with a massive grunt, he shot it out, the beercan flying to the edge of the mattress. Dad laughed loudly behind me, whistling as his cock twitched. "See, that's about how tight some of these porn actresses are. Probably looser." Dad squinted his eye. "Ah, I don't know why I tried to connect that. I just really wanted to show you my own porn." He grinned and laughed again, his body rumbling beneath me. I just smiled and stroked my cock absentmindedly as Dad fell silent. Suddenly he cleared his throat. "So... how do ya like that, boy?" "It's awesome, Dad! I never knew you recorded yourself. I wish I could do that with the can like you," I said, turning my eyes to him again. Dad just grinned. "You'll get there one day." He paused. "But how would you feel if I said I want you... to do that to me." I almost jumped up, my cock twitching. "Hell yeah!" I exclaimed, almost bouncing with giddiness. Dad opened his mouth, smiling even wider. "Atta boy! Go get a beercan for me!" I jumped from the recliner, Dad's cock brushing against my ass as I ran butt naked to the kitchen. I swung open the door, grabbed the whole pack, and ran back with it swinging in my hand faster than I ever have before. When I got back, Dad was adjusting on the ground, getting onto knees and elbows. I set the beer pack down next to him, and he grabbed one and cracked it open. "Here, drink some and give it to me. I'mma need to loosen up my muscles anyways." I obeyed without questioning, gulping down half the can as fast as I could before handing it back Dad. He finished it up and wiped his lip. "Damn boy, you thirsty?" We both laughed as Dad crushed the can on the ground and tossed it to the side. "Now get another and lube it up. You know where the backup is." I did as he said, grabbing a fresh new Budweiser, knee crawling to the remote basket with a dildo in it, and lubing up the can. I covered it in the slick good before giving it a handjob, sliding my hand up and down and all over the metal tube. Dad licked his lips. "Alright boy, now push it, nice and slow." Slowly, I pressed the cold can to Dad's pink and puffy mancunt. He groaned, feeling the cold metal as I began to press in fully, feeling the resistance against the sudden thickness. "Don't slow down, keep pushing! It'll pop in," he said, bracing the ground. I did as he said and kept pushing, his hard cock pointing down to the ground and twitching. And darıca escort like he said, as I gave one last shove, the can popped in to Dad's audible pleasure. "Fuck yeah that feels good! Woof!" Dad barked out, shaking his butt in my face. I finished pushing in the can, watching it disappear into Dad's hole as he groaned and grunted in pleasure. I covered his hole and pressed into it, feeling the cold can wanting to force itself out. "That's good boy, keep it in. I'm gonna warm it up with my ass." I nodded to myself and pressed a few fingers in, probing it even farther. Dad moaned as my chubby pointer and middle finger pushed all the way, rubbing his prostate as the can lodged deeper in his guts. I pressed in further, using three or four fingers to finger Dad. He pushed out as I did, which let the beer can slide back and forth in his ass. He just groaned and whined in pleasure, bucking occasionally as the massive can pressed hard against his prostate, making his dick throb and leak pre. "Alright boy, now move away and be ready to catch it. Then shove it back in!" I moved my hands out, ready to catch the can. Dad grunted and squeezed out, sending the massive can launching with a loud wet squelch into my hand. Only about half shot out, so after I pushed it back in roughly, to Dad's pleasure, I moved further back and let it shoot almost all the way out. We did this for a while, with Dad bucking and whining with each shot and forced re-entry. His hole turned redder and redder, as did his body as he began sweating and flushing all over. It was a Sunday, so he had already not showered since Thursday night, so he was becoming more and more musky, as was the room. Every time I would see that silver resurface, looking ready to slide out, I'd push in hard, almost my entire hand sliding into Dad's loose hole. He just groaned and panted like a bitch in heat, pushing back into me so it would go deeper in. Dad suddenly reached over and grabbed another can, his hand almost trembling as he held the can in his ass by himself, clenching hard around the massively thick metal. "Think you can fit another in, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. I grinned wide. "Can you?" He chuckled and exhaled, almost like a scoff. "I sure can try!" I licked my lips and felt the new beer in my hand, using the lube already coating my hand to slather this one as well. Slowly, I slid it on top of the other, the two cans bumping eachother inside Dad's guts. He roared in what sounded like a mix of pleasure and pain. "Fuck that's deep!" he cried out. "Keep going!" With him still on all fours, I watched as his cock stuck straight down and twitched with pleasure. As I finished sliding the second can in, I moved my hand over and gripped Dad's cock and began milking it, stroking up and down. He just groaned, completely lost in pleasure. "A-ah keep going! F-f-fuck!" He twitched beneath me, utterly taken over by the overwhelming senses. I began pistoning the beers in and out, the two cans clanking inside him and shoving deep into his insides. Dad rocked in pleasure, his whole body coated in sweat and reddened from blushing. I sniffed the scent in, huffing in the stench of two men fucking. I just went quicker and quicker, letting both cans nearly slide out before pushing them in as deep as I could go, fully fucking him with the two beers. He kept groaning and grunting, his cock twitching in my hand as I felt his orgasm build. I sped up both the cans and my milking, making him sound like he was about to go wild with pleasure. "Fuck yeah boy! Daddy's about to fucking cum!" Suddenly, Dad roared out and began shooting cum, his massive cock pulsing in my hand. Thick glob after glob blasted out, slamming into the hard floor beneath it. Dad just whined and grunted as he finished, the lost drooling globs dripping out of his massive rod. I let go of his ass and let the two beercans shoot out, launching across the floor, dinking as they slammed. Dad flopped back on his back, panting. I picked up the beercans and crawled onto him, wrapping my legs around his lower body as I laid on his chest. He pecked me on the head before clearing his throat. "Here, give me one of those beers." I handed it over, the can still coated in lube. Dad cracked it open and gölcük escort began chugging it, beer rolling down his chin. I watched mesmerized as his throat pulsed, the cheap beer draining by the second like he was at an oasis in the sahara. After a moment, he gasped and gulped, crushing the can in his hand before leaning over and kissing me on the lips. We made out for a moment, locking lips and battling tongues as I ferociously frenched my horny father. His mouth tasted like beer with hints of salty sweat. We broke, a strand of saliva connecting us as Dad grabbed the other can and cracked it open too. "Another?" I said, catching my breath, wondering if he was really about to chug two beers. Dad grinned. "Nah, for you." I smiled happily, anticipating drinking Dad's butt beer. "But you're gonna have to work for it." Suddenly Dad grinned and began gently pouring the beer down his chest, letting the beer slide between his lightly hairy pecs and down around his slight beer belly. I gasped and dove in, lapping it up from his chest as Dad cooed approvingly. I moved down to his stomach, licking all over his torso, latching on to his nipples, making Dad moan as the beer flowed around me. "Atta boy, lick it up," he said, rubbing my head affectionately. I did just that, sucking the beer off Dad's body before catching the falling stream, holding my mouth wide open, head cocked back. I wanted every drop. I worshipped his body for a well, just slurping the amber liquid from his sweaty body, running my tongue up and down his hairy body like a popsicle. It tasted like an equal mix of the beer and sweat, drinking down more of Dad's musk than I was beer. Dad just chuckled as he poured the last drop. "I bet you wish you had more, don't ya boy?" I nodded, feeling a bit cheated. I liked worshipping Dad's chest, but I wanted beer too. "Well, I've got something almost as good." I cocked my head. "What's that? Wine?" Dad just laughed. "No, second-hand beer!" I quickly caught his drift, smiling coyly. "I'm down for that!" I crawled off Dad, letting him stand up as I got on my knees right in front of him. Dad positioned his cock as I opened my jaw yet again. "Ready boy?" he said, aiming his cock for my mouth. "Always!" I barked back. With that, Dad began pissing, his potent beer piss spraying me in the face and filling my open mouth. I groaned out and began gulping down and lolling my tongue out, not wanting to waste a single steaming hot drop. Dad let out a long whistle in contentment as I gulped down his piss, rubbing what sprayed down all over my body. I stroked my cock with his steaming piss and let the stink fill my nostrils. Suddenly, Dad edged closer to me and shoved his fat cock in my mouth, but just the head. I suckled it, letting the piss go almost directly down my throat, almost making me choke. I rolled my tongue around the head of his soft but still massive cock and slurped down his piss, letting some ooze out of the side of my mouth. After a moment he was done, pulling his soft cock out of my mouth. I caught my breath, piss rolling down my mouth and soaked all over my body. Dad cockily smirked and shook his cock, the last beads dropping to the floor. He walked back over to the recliner and I sat down on his lap, full body hugging him. We just layed there for a moment, our hot, sweaty, cum, lube, and piss soaked bodies melding together when Dad suddenly sighed. "Shit boy, guess we better go get showered. Got school tomorrow for both of us." My dad was a middle school P.E. teacher. I had had him back when I was that young. I traced his chest with my finger while looking up at him with puppy eyes. "Only if we get to shower together." Dad chuckled. "You're too damn old for that, boy." I grinned. "I'll let you fuck me." Dad sat up immediately. "Well shit, that's all you had to say! Let's go!" We both hopped out of the recliner, walking quickly towards the bathroom, ready for another romp. - And that's it for this one! If you enjoyed, please let me know via email! I'm thinking about writing a continuation to this, and I'd like to know which path my audience would like to see. Either I write what happens in the shower, or, alternatively, I write about the son's experience having his dad as his P.E. teacher. Let me know which one you'd prefer, if I continue this! Thank you for reading, hope you get your rocks off! - Read my other stories here on Nifty! Nasty Redneck Dad in incest Brad the Busdriver in adult-youth Fucking My Science Teacher in adult-youth