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"Ouch!"
Phil ran in the direction of his son's scream, stumbling over several furniture and toys on the floor. It took a few seconds, until he could finally see him in the backyard from the window. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw him in that situation so typical for him. He approached trotting until he was in front of him... Or at least a part of him.
"Luke, son... Why are you still stuck there?" He asked, between worried and amused. The boy doesn't have many lights let's say, but that innocent stupidity is one of the things that makes him unique; at least that's what Phil tells himself not to worry about his future.
Luke is stuck (for the third time this week) at the door of the small dog house located in the huge backyard of his house, just below the tree house that he never finished building. The problem is that they didn't think of adopting a damn dog either. The youngest of the Dunphys has been occupying it as his secret hiding place for years, the problem is that he seems not to be aware of his growth.
"I thought it could fit this time," replied a frustrated childish voice from the inside. "I thought the rain would make it grow..." He moved his body back trying to free his waist, without much success.
"Calm down, I'll try to get you out," he tried not to laugh again and take the situation seriously, no matter how much it costs him. He slapped his ass with the intention of reassuring him.
He approached him, taking his ankles and lifting them in the air. He began to stretch them back with force, praying not to break it in half in the process. He stepped hard and gained momentum backwards, but his body doesn't seem to move a single centimeter. Luke's slightly robust torso is completely clogged, and that stupid little house doesn't look like it was going to give way.
"Ouch!" Be careful! - shouted the chestnut from the inside, after a moan of pain.
"I'm sorry!" He dropped his legs to the ground, causing the boy to move like crazy again trying to free himself. "Who the hell built this thing?" He asked angrily, hitting a wall.
"You did it," Luke replied, with a tone of obviousness,
"Of course," he sighed in frustration, dropping his body back and falling on the grass.
He sat in front of him with his legs crossed, trying to think of a better idea to free him. Luke seems to have gotten tired of trying, relaxing in his position and whistling the intro of a cartoon, while moving his legs to the beat. Phil could do not but fix his gaze on the real culprit of this problem.
You see, blaming the growth of a child and his -extraordinary- architectural skills would be very easy. Maybe too easy. Although there is only one factor to take into account: his huge and disproportionate ass.
Phil was noticing in the last year that Luke's prepubertal body was developing in a way... somewhat peculiar. Looking at him head-on, he is an ordinary 10-year-old boy; the "problem" begins when he turns around. Her butt is terrifyingly large, her buttocks look like huge dough buns, making her mark even more the stripe that divides them; so much so that her pants do not take long to stretch and spoil a few weeks after being used. He has already caught men looking at him on several occasions almost as if he were hypnotic while they play in the park.
It's more... Maybe it's somewhat likely that Mr. Dunphy himself has spent a little (too much) time watching him and looking for any excuse to touch and squeeze him. That's one of the reasons why it's not such a good idea to leave him on a silver platter in front of him.
When he realized, his right hand was already caressing his hardened crotch trapped between his brown jeans. Instead of relieving him, that only made the situation worse; his member only kept growing more and more, until his pants began to squeeze him, begging to be released and fulfill his greatest purpose. Aiming at a particular goal.
Would it be so bad just... To give yourself pleasure? Of course that would make him a terrible and perverse father, but it's not like Luke could notice...
He pulled down his fly, unbuttoned and lowered his white boxers, moaning in relief when his huge erection came into contact with the air. Seeing longer and thicker than normal, hard as a rock, throoting and full of veins as if it were about to burst. He took it with the palm of his hand and began to rub it from down there, stroking her nipples over the fabric of her checkered shirt, without taking his eyes off his son.
Luke had begun to move to the rhythm of his song, shaking his ass with each whistle; from top to bottom and from left to right, making his flesh tremble every time his knees hit the ground. Almost as if I was provoking him on purpose, playing with him as if he were not a simple silly child dancing.
Those movements had him hypnotized for several seconds, following him with his face like an idiot, causing a small detail to be overlooked. The fabric of his shorts seems to adhere to his skin, making his buttocks appetizingly mark, allowing Phil to see take a look at their delicious separation, and even the beginning of his small testicles. That's when the man realized that his son doesn't bring underwear. He could feel how the saliva accumulated in his mouth.
He began to approach him slowly, walking on all fours like a wild animal in heat, the desire to bite him was increasing with each step. Phil has no doubt that his face must be similar to that of a sexual depraved, a little more than usual.
When his face was face to face, he closed his eyes and inhaled its exquisite aroma; which he could only compare with that of freshly baked bread. It's not the first time he does it, of course not, his close father-son relationship allows him to play with him all his free time. Countless were the times when he innocently asked him to sit on his legs, bend down to look for something under a piece of furniture and play fighting, brushing his member "accidentally" from behind. Only this time it's different, very different.
His instincts played a trick on him, making him bite his left buttock hard; perhaps too hard. Despite being separated by the fabric, that bite made him sigh. He closed his eyes and cursed himself when he heard a small "Oh!" From inside the house. He definitely just screwed up. Although, anyway, I would be lying if I said that listening to it did not give him a slight satisfaction.
"Hey!" A childish annoying voice complained inside, at the same time that he shakes his body to try to get out and see what happens. Consequently, shaking his ass in front of his, already disturbed, father. Bad idea.
Phil, ignoring any kind of rationality, took the elastic of Luke's shorts and pulled them down in one go. Luke let out a choked scream. A spasm whipped his hard member just by seeing what he was hiding, making him growl while squeezing it with one of his hands; clinging the other to one of his thighs.
Beautiful, delicious, exquisite; there are few words left to describe such a monument. Those pale and fat cheeks, shining in the sunlight, so fluffy and fleshy never get tired of eating them, so much so that they make cannibalism not so bad; their thighs, equally fleshy and thick that only feed the previous idea. His "little bird" looks bigger than the last time he saw him, a good size for his young age, accompanied by two soft and small balls; you still can't appreciate even the slightest trace of hair decorating the area. That entrance, as pink and virgin as he had imagined it, just like in his first years of life; maintaining that exciting childish purity that makes him so eager to know if he can stand his manhood. Phil's eyes shine like never before.
I would have loved to be able to see that tender and blushing face, kiss her cheeks and caress her brown curls, while doing what she is about to do. But there's no time for that anymore, not with that time bomb between his legs.
"Dad?!" his voice became sharper and more sonorous, full of surprise and a little fear for the intentions of the opposite. Even so, he did not move again; perhaps making use of the drop of trust in his parent that he still has. Phil didn't listen to him, it's hard to recognize if he couldn't or didn't want to do it.
His face crashed against Luke's ass, almost in a hurry. At first, he only dedicated himself to enjoying the softness of his skin against his, rubbing his cheeks against him. His nose did not take long to begin to capture the intoxicating aroma, the typical essence of childhood mixed with the characteristic musk of Luke sweat, driving the elder crazy and forcing him to rub his face in despair; almost putting his nose beyond his shaft. He did his best so that the smell settled in his memory, seeing the possibility that this is the first and last time.
His tongue, as expected, refused not to make an appearance. He felt how the boy's whole body tensed up when she stroked his entrance subtly, the delicious taste filled Phil's mouth and a feeling of enormous hunger invaded him. He placed his hands on those big buttocks and opened them, allowing him to put his face in and devour his virgin hole without any respect. Each muscle of his tongue acted to run all over his ass and capture every flavor they could, making each lick slowly lead him to a terrible addiction. It wasn't long before the whole area was wet and shiny, perfectly lubricated.
Unable to maintain subtlety and manners, he groped and squeezed his entire ass hard. Treating him as if he were a damn anti-stress ball, a very inflated one and with which he does not want to stop playing. He would have been nicer on another occasion, after all he is still his son, but seeing him in that position, so helpless and at his mercy, does not make him think clearly. In the end, his whole ass was filled with scratches and bite marks as if he were signing his work.
Phil settled down and let his crotch be at the same height as the body, a chill ran down his spine when their skins touched and the head of his cock brushed the boy's thin hole. Luke broke the silence he had maintained for the last few minutes:
"Dad..." The eldest could detect a slight tone of supplication in his voice; he didn't even seem to ask him to stop, only that his stunned head with curlers could understand what was really happening. That soft but shrill voice wreaked havoc on the little sanity he had left.
He clung his strong hands to his buttocks and pushed himself forward, starting to put his huge extension in his son's childish hole. At first, it was so tight that it seemed impossible to put it in completely. He felt how it was tight, almost suffocated, in such an exquisite way that he could do nothing but moan in response. Luke, for his part, only dedicated himself to moaning in pain loudly and squeezing the muscles of his rectum to try to expel that meat bar that gave him life and is now stealing his virginity. Phil slowly entered that narrow cavity, letting himself be carried away by the incredible pleasure. When he realized, Luke's ass had already swallowed his cock completely.
He could have stayed still in his place, inside him, until their bodies became one, but his waist began to move backwards by itself until it collided with him abruptly. Luke let out a small scream in response, coinciding with the serious growl that his father let out to repeat his action. Phil began to go in and out of the boy's hole, increasing speed and strength with each thrust. His son's interior felt hot and humid, with a texture that seemed tailor-made for his manhood.
His fat ass bounced as if Phil was whipping him, his frantic blows made him tremble as if they were dough buns. The movements of his hip became wild and unswayable, almost as if he were attacking him. He made his body hit the opposite so hard that it seems that the damned (blessed) is almost about to fall apart, trembling almost as much as poor Luke. The boy's moans did not stop at any time, they only became more hoarse and soft, as if he was getting used to the feeling of having a man inside him.
Phil's entire body is intoxicated with pleasure, starting in his crotch to his arms and going down to his feet. He couldn't imagine how his son, so young and sensitive to stimuli, could be feeling now. A hellish heat invades his whole person, with a flame that only Luke can fan with his mere existence and his open legs. The heat makes his vision clouded and his movements awkward, but he is sure that the midday sun on him is not even a minimum of guilt.
When that heat began to become unbearable and a chill ran down his spine, Phil made use of the few forces he had left and ended up violently raping Luke's hole. If any trace of virginity remains in that small body, the man took the time to erase it with his thrusts. If the neighbors didn't hear their moans, surely the sound of their sweaty bodies colliding with each other must have alerted them.
A monstrous discharge of milk was expelled from Phil's dick, filling his son's ass like a container. The deep burning forced him to take her out of that cavity while moaning in response to the best orgasm of his life, the second shock fell on the pale skin of the boy's lower back and waist in an almost poetic way. The elder felt his legs weaken, so, fearing to lose his balance, he took the boy by the waist to avoid falling. Then, he ended up freeing him from the trap he got into and both fell to the ground in a loud rumble.
Phil finally had a chance to see his son's beautiful face: blushing, his mane full of messy curlers, his eyes wide open and his mouth forming an "o." The older one smiled, he really is the most tender child in the world. But his smile I don't doubt much.
Luke tried to get up and groaned in pain, putting on his butt making a grimace of pain. A viscous and whitish liquid was expelled from its entrance in large quantities, staining the green of its synthetic grass.
Shit, what did he just do?!
"Shit, shit, shit! I just fucked my son. I can't go to jail, for God's sake. A beautiful man like me would become the lady of the pavilion in a week! This is my ruin and that of the whole family"
His thoughts were interrupted by Luke's voice, who startled him with his loud and enthusiastic tone.
"You're a genius!" Phil was shocked, not understanding what he meant. "You freed me!" He raised his arms in the air with a huge smile.
"Oh..."
"But, was it necessary to do everything... That? My butt hurts a lot— He complained, rubbing the area with one of his hands and making a grimace of pain.
"I... I'm sorry, son— He laughs to lighten the atmosphere, scratching the back of his neck. Luke's mind is a mystery that he will never be able to completely decipher - It was the only way I could think of. You know how I am—
"Okay, thank you!" He smiled at her, and then got up with great difficulty, receiving help from his father, and heading to the door of his home walking slowly.
Phil noticed that the boy had forgotten a very important detail, walking carefree as usual. Probably thinking about his next mischief.
"Luke," he called, still sitting on the floor.
"Uh?" He turned around in the door frame, looking at him curiously.
"You..." He hesitated, biting his lower lip. "Nothing, son." I love you...—
He smiled in response, waving his hand and following his path without caring about the fact that his body is only covered by his long-sleeved shirt. His pants were thrown on a wooden bench next to the little house, so Phil could enjoy the view of his beautiful ass for one last time in the day. At least that's what I thought.
He had gotten up from the ground after a while of regaining strength, he was arranging his clothes and shaking the remains of grass in his pants, when suddenly:
"Ouch!"
He approached the inside of the house as fast as he could, unable to run. He stumbled again on several objects, almost falling face down to the ground for the second time. When he arrived at the hall of the home, he had to lean on his knees and rest while breathing agitatedly. Maybe age is coming at him faster than he thought. He looked up when he heard another moan from Luke.
It can't be.
In front of him, a blushing Luke, with a nervous and embarrassed smile, looks at him with pleading eyes while trying to break free with very little success.
The problem? His body is stuck between the bars of the stair railing, in a position similar to the previous one. Well, if you can call it a problem.
A malicious smile appeared on Phil's face, at the same time that his member hardens again, and he is sure that it will not be erased for the rest of the day.