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Elven year old Mark goes skinny dipping with his dad.
Mark squinted his eyes against the blinding sun, feeling the warm sand between his toes as he meandered along the shoreline. The gentle waves of the lake lapped at his ankles, the cool water offering a reprieve from the sticky heat that clung to his skin. The vacation house was a blur of activity behind him, filled with the laughter of his cousins and the occasional bark of a distant dog. His dad had suggested they go for a swim, a rare moment of bonding between them, and Mark couldn’t resist the opportunity to escape the chaos.
“Hey, Dad,” he called out, “I forgot my swimming trunks.”
His father looked up from where he was setting up a beach chair, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “So what? We’re the only ones here, buddy. Let’s go skinny dipping!”
Mark felt his cheeks flush red, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He had never done anything like this before, especially not with his dad, but the idea of being free of clothing in the water was exhilarating. He glanced around, the secluded beach providing a sense of privacy. Nodding, he agreed, his heart racing.
They both stripped down to their bare skin, Mark’s eyes darting down to his dad’s crotch. He had caught glimpses before, but never this up close. His dad’s penis was long and thick, with a bush of dark hair at the base. It hung heavily between his muscular thighs, making Mark’s own almost hairless member seem insignificant in comparison. He couldn’t help but stare, feeling his own penis stir to life, a strange tingling sensation that was both alarming and thrilling.
They waded into the lake, the water cool and welcoming. Mark tried to focus on the feeling of the water against his skin, the way it made him feel alive and free, but his gaze kept drifting back to his dad’s large cock, which bobbed gently in the water with every step they took. His dad noticed Mark’s furtive glances and grinned, throwing an arm around his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, son,” he said, his voice a comforting rumble. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ll get there soon enough.”
They swam for a bit, their laughter echoing over the serene lake as they splashed each other playfully. Mark felt more at ease with each stroke, his eyes occasionally darting back to the mesmerizing sight of his father’s penis. The water was the perfect temperature, not too cold, not too warm, and as they swam, their bodies grew accustomed to the sensation of being bare. After a few minutes of splashing around, his dad suggested they take a break and sunbathe on the shore.
They lay side by side on the towels, the sun beating down on their skin. Mark couldn’t stop stealing glances at his dad’s cock, now partially engorged from the cool breeze. It was like a magnet pulling him in, making him feel something he hadn’t felt before. His own litt penis was hardening, poking out from his body like a little flag, and he was acutely aware of his father’s gaze occasionally flickering over to it.
“You know, Mark,” his dad began, his voice low and casual, “it’s totally normal to be curious about these things. We’re both guys, and we’ve got the same parts.”
Mark felt his stomach flip. He didn’t know how to respond, so he just nodded, his eyes glued to the soft rise and fall of his father’s chest as he spoke.
“I remember when I was your age,” his dad continued, “I was always fascinated by how different everyone’s junk looked. And it’s not just about the size, you know. There’s a lot more to it than that.”
Mark’s heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. He felt a strange mix of excitement and fear, his mind racing with questions and thoughts he didn’t know how to express. He nodded again, his eyes darting between his dad’s face and the object of his curiosity.
“You like looking at it, don’t you?” his dad said, his voice a gentle rumble.
Mark’s eyes shot to his dad’s face, feeling his cheeks burn with a blush. He nodded shyly, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions inside him.
“It’s okay, son,” his dad said, his hand landing gently on Mark’s shoulder. “I don’t mind. In fact, I’m kind of flattered.”
Mark’s eyes grew wide, his breath hitching in his throat. He couldn’t believe his dad was saying these things, making him feel like his curiosity wasn’t something to be ashamed of. It was as if a door had been cracked open to a world he never knew existed.
“Do you… want to touch it?” his dad asked, his voice a soft whisper that seemed to carry on the breeze.
Mark’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He looked up at his dad, his heart racing, and saw the smile playing at the corners of his lips, a glint in his eye that was both mischievous and understanding. Slowly, as if in a trance, Mark reached out his hand, his fingers trembling.
His dad took Mark’s small hand in his own and guided it to his cock. It was hot and firm under his touch, the skin like velvet. Mark felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him as he wrapped his fingers around it. He stared in wonder, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of his own hand on his dad’s penis. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, so incredibly right.
“Gently, now,” his dad instructed, his voice low and soothing. “It’s sensitive.”
As Mark’s hand made contact with the warm, velvety skin, the penis in his grip began to swell, filling his palm completely. He watched in awe as it grew harder, the veins pulsing with a life of their own. His father’s hand remained over his, guiding him in a slow, steady rhythm. The weight of the responsibility, the sheer power of the moment, was almost too much for Mark to handle. His own penis was now fully erect, standing tall and proud, mirroring his dad’s.
“It’s okay,” his dad reassured him, his voice a calming presence amidst the cacophony of thoughts racing through Mark’s head. “You’re doing great.”
Mark’s hand moved tentatively at first, but soon found a rhythm under his dad’s guidance. The feeling of the firm flesh sliding through his grip was both strange and exhilarating. He could feel the heat radiating from it, and the way it grew even larger in his hand was mesmerizing. He glanced up at his dad’s face, searching for any sign of discomfort or disapproval, but all he saw was a gentle smile.
“That’s it,” his dad murmured, his breathing growing heavier. “Just like that.”
Mark’s hand moved in the rhythm his father had shown him, feeling the power in his grasp. He watched as his dad’s face contorted in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut, a silent invitation for Mark to explore further. His curiosity piqued, Mark leaned in closer, his gaze still locked on his dad’s face.
With a firm but gentle hand, his dad guided Mark’s head down towards his cock. The gesture was unmistakable, and Mark’s heart hammered in his chest. He hesitated for a moment, his breath hot against the swollen tip, but his father’s hand remained firm, urging him closer. He could smell the musk of his dad’s arousal.
Tentatively, Mark’s lips parted and he took the head into his mouth. It was salty and a bit bitter, but he found the sensation surprisingly pleasant. He could feel his dad’s hand in his hair, guiding him in a slow, steady rhythm that grew faster and more urgent with every passing second. Mark’s eyes remained shut, his mind reeling with the new sensations flooding his body.
The sound of his dad’s breathing grew louder, his hand tightening slightly on Mark’s head as he began to moan softly. Mark felt a strange sense of pride, as if he was doing something incredibly grown-up and important. His own penis was aching now, demanding attention. He reached down to stroke himself, his hand moving in time with the bob of his head.
Without warning, his dad’s hips began to thrust, pushing the thick length of his cock deeper into Mark’s mouth. Mark gagged, but his dad just held him there, his hand firm on the back of his head. “Relax,” he murmured, “Let me show you how it’s done.”
Mark’s eyes watered as his dad’s penis filled his mouth, the taste of him becoming more pronounced with each passing moment. His father’s movements grew more forceful, his breathing more ragged. The sensation was overwhelming, but Mark found himself getting used to it, his body responding to the new experience with a mix of fear and excitement.
The head of his dad’s cock pushed at the back of Mark’s throat, making him gag again. Panic flared, but his dad’s hand remained firm on the back of his head, keeping him in place. “It’s okay,” he panted, his voice thick with need. “Just relax, buddy. I won’t let you choke.”
Mark took a deep breath and did as he was told, his body slowly adjusting to the intrusion. His dad’s grip on his hair loosened slightly, allowing him to pull back a bit and breathe. He took the opportunity to swirl his tongue around the tip, feeling it pulse against his tongue. His father’s groan spurred him on, and he took another tentative plunge, letting the head slide back into his throat.
“That’s it,” his dad encouraged, his voice strained with pleasure. “Now play with my balls.”
Mark’s hand obeyed instinctively, reaching down to cup the soft, heavy sac that hung below his father’s shaft. They were warm and tight, and as he gently squeezed and rolled them, his dad’s hips bucked upwards, pushing his cock deeper into Mark’s mouth. Mark’s heart raced as he realized he was bringing his dad pleasure, a sense of power and excitement growing within him.
His father’s hand on the back of his head grew more insistent, pushing him down until he was taking the whole length, his throat tight around the thick head of his dad’s cock. Mark gagged and choked, his eyes watering, but the thrill was undeniable. He could feel his own penis throbbing in time with his dad’s thrusts, pre-cum leaking from the tip and onto his hand as he stroked himself faster.
The scent of his father’s arousal grew stronger, mingling with the sweetness of sunscreen and the faint scent of lake water. Mark’s nose was buried in the coarse hair of his dad’s groin, the musky scent invading his senses. He could feel the heat of his father’s body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust, the way his balls bobbed against his chin.
With a gentle nudge, his dad urged Mark onto all fours, his little body shaking with both fear and excitement. The sand was cool beneath his knees, the grains sticking to the wetness of his skin. He could feel the sun on his back, warming him as his dad’s hand moved away from his head, trailing down his spine to cup his bottom.
“Now, let’s get you ready,” his dad said, his voice still a comforting rumble.
Mark felt a tremor of apprehension run through him as he realized what was happening. He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. His father was squeezing a dollop of sunscreen onto his hand, his cock now fully erect and standing tall against his thigh. He could see the excitement in his dad’s eyes as he moved closer, the sunscreen glistening in his hand.
With a gentle touch, his dad began to rub the sunscreen into Mark’s little pucker, the coolness of the lotion a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. His dad’s hands were firm and sure, and Mark couldn’t help but let out a little whimper as his father’s fingers pushed against his anus. He had never felt anything like this before, the sensation both strange and oddly comforting.
“Just relax,” his dad murmured, his voice a soothing presence behind him. “It’ll feel good, I promise.”
Mark’s body tensed as the tip of his father’s finger breached his tight hole, the sensation foreign and slightly painful. He took deep breaths, trying to focus on the warmth of the sun on his back rather than the intrusion. His dad’s movements grew more deliberate, the pressure increasing until the resistance gave way, allowing his digit to slide in smoothly. Mark felt himself opening up, his body reacting to the gentle coaxing.
“Good boy,” his dad whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that Mark had never heard before. He felt his dad’s other hand come around to stroke his erect penis, the touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. The combination of the finger inside him and the hand on his dick was almost too much, making his toes curl in the sand.
Slowly, his dad began to pump his finger in and out, stretching Mark’s tight opening. The pain was still there, but it was quickly being overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, the sensation of being claimed and owned. Mark bit his lip to keep from crying out, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. He could feel his dad’s breath on his neck, his heart pounding in his ears.
“You’re doing so good, Mark,” his dad said, his voice thick with lust. “You’re such a good boy for letting me do this.”
The words sent a thrill through Mark’s body, a strange mix of pride and fear. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet the thought of pleasing his dad was intoxicating. He felt the finger inside him slide out, only to be replaced by something much larger and thicker. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the pain.
The head of his dad’s penis pushed against his opening, and Mark couldn’t hold back a gasp. His dad’s grip tightened on his hips, steadying him as he pushed inch by inch into his tight little boy hole. The pain was intense, but the pressure was also oddly satisfying, like a knot slowly being unraveled. Mark’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself being stretched to the limits, his mind reeling with the reality of what was happening.
His dad’s cock slid deeper, filling him completely, the base of it nestled against his cheeks. Mark could feel the pulse of his dad’s heartbeat through the thick shaft, the heat of his body surrounding him. His dad paused for a moment, giving Mark a chance to adjust, his breath hot against his neck. Then, with a gentle squeeze of his hips, he began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate at first.
The pain was still there, but it was now mingled with a strange, overwhelming pleasure that Mark hadn’t expected. It was as if his body had been waiting for this moment, craving the connection, the closeness, the feeling of being filled by the man he looked up to the most. Each thrust sent shockwaves through his body, making his own penis throb in time with the movement.
As his dad’s pace grew faster, Mark’s cries grew louder, echoing over the quiet lake. He could feel his orgasm building, the sensation starting in his toes and shooting up his spine. He had never felt anything like it before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. His dad’s grip on his hips tightened, his strokes growing more forceful as he neared his climax.
Mark felt his dad’s cock rubbing his prostate, and he erupted in pleasure. His cum shot out like a fountain, painting the sand in front of him. His body spasmed with the intensity of his orgasm, his muscles tightening around the invading length, and his dad groaned in response, his own release building.
“That’s it, buddy,” his dad panted, his strokes becoming erratic. “You’re doing so good.”
The words of encouragement only served to intensify the pleasure Mark was feeling, his body responding to the deep, primal need to satisfy his father. His own climax had left him trembling, but the feeling of his dad’s cock inside him was too much to ignore. He pushed back, meeting each thrust with his own, his small hips moving in rhythm with his dad.
His dad’s breath grew ragged, his hand tightening on Mark’s cock as he stroked in time with his thrusts. “You’re such a good boy,” he grunted, his hips pumping faster and harder. “Such a good, tight little boy.”
Mark could feel his dad’s cock swelling inside him, the veins on the shaft becoming more pronounced. His own penis was still hard, the feeling of his father’s hand on him driving him closer and closer to another climax. The pain had receded, replaced by a deep, all-consuming need to be filled, to be used, to give his dad what he wanted.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” he heard himself say, the words slipping from his lips like a secret confession. His voice was small and trembling, but the need behind them was undeniable.
His father’s eyes grew dark with desire, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he drove into Mark’s tight, quivering body. “You want me to cum inside you?” he asked, his voice gruff with arousal.
“Yes,” Mark whispered, his voice trembling. “Cum in me, Daddy.”
His dad’s eyes narrowed with pleasure at the sound of Mark’s words. He pulled out slightly, his cock glistening with a mix of ass juice and sunscreen, before slamming back into him with renewed vigor. The sand stuck to their bodies, but the sensation of his dad’s cock filling him was all Mark could focus on. The pain had become a distant memory, replaced by the overwhelming need to feel his father’s seed deep inside him.
The head of his dad’s cock was hitting his prostate with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him. Mark’s own orgasm was building again, his little body quivering with anticipation. He could feel his dad’s cock swelling even more, the head growing even more sensitive as his father neared his peak.
“I’m gonna cum, son,” his dad grunted, his grip on Mark’s hips almost painful now.
Mark nodded, his eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure. “Cum inside me, Daddy, please cum in me” he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.
His father’s strokes grew even more urgent, his cock swelling even more in Mark’s tight, clenching hole. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the tension coiling in the air around them like a living thing. And then, with a final, guttural groan, his dad released, filling Mark with hot, sticky semen. Mark felt his body tighten around the thick shaft, his muscles clenching as he was flooded with the warmth of his father’s seed.
He collapsed onto the sand, his legs trembling, his body still wracked with the aftershocks of pleasure. His dad’s cock slipped out of him with a wet sound, the last drops of cum spilling out and mixing with the sand beneath him.
Mark spun around eagerly, his eyes fixed on his dad’s softening member that had just been buried deep inside him. Without a word, he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste the mix of ass juice and cum that coated it. It was a strange, salty bitter taste. He noisily licked and sucked his dad clean, savoring every drop, his eyes never leaving the man’s face.
His dad watched him with a look of suprise, his hand gently stroking Mark’s hair as he panted through his aftermath. “You’re such a good boy,” he murmured, his voice still thick with arousal.
The two of them laid there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. The waves of the lake lapped gently at their sides, the only sound the occasional call of a distant seagull. Mark felt a sense of belonging, of connection, that he had never experienced before. His dad’s cum slowly began to leak out of him, the sticky warmth leaving a trail down his thighs.
Curiosity piqued, Mark reached back to feel his stretched hole. His fingers came away wet and sticky with a mix of his own juices and his dad’s cum. He felt a strange sense of pride, his body feeling both used and cherished. He marveled at the feeling of his dad’s seed inside him, the reality of what had just transpired slowly sinking in.
Without thinking, Mark brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. The taste was surprisingly salty and bitter, but it only served to fuel his desire for more. His eyes never left his dad’s face, watching for any sign of disapproval or disgust, but all he found was a look of tenderness and understanding. It was as if his dad knew exactly what he was feeling and was giving him the space to explore it.
The two of them lay there for a few more moments, the sun beating down on their naked bodies, the only sound the gentle lapping of the lake water. Mark felt a strange sense of contentment, his dad’s cum still leaking out of him, the sticky warmth a constant reminder of what they had just shared. It was as if a part of his dad was still inside him, a part that he never knew he needed.
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