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Dom Son, Sub Dad by Logan
Chapter 1 – Pride
The sunrise shown between Logan”s bedroom curtains and landing on his boyish face. He opened his eyes revealing two, beautiful hazel irises. When he saw the light, his heart skipped a beat. He was about to throw back the blanket and jump out his bed . . . until he realized it was the weekend.
“Ugh, no school,” he said to himself “thank God.”
He rolled over so his face was shielded from the bright intruder. He was not ready to get up just yet, but his morning wood said otherwise. Logan debated whether to jerk off or sleep in, but, by almost no contest, he decided to jerk off then go back to bed. He flipped onto his bare back, kicked the covers off, peeled off his boxers. He grasped his hard, 3-inch cocklet through the cloth of his boxers. It has only been a few weeks since Logan accidentally discovered jerking off, but he has already become a pro. In his mind, he found the perfect technique and could even last longer than he did when he first started. Logan was only 11 years old, but his body was quickly changing. He already had a good amount of hair on his arms and legs, there were about 10 or 20 sprouts under his arms, his pubes were coming in nicely, and his upper lip looked darker with each passing day. These changes really turned Logan on because it reminded him of his hairy, bear father. As soon as Logan thought of his father, his dick approached the point of no return. Suddenly, his door opened and standing there was the man of his fantasy.
“Dad!” Logan shouted.
But before he could cover up, the door slammed shut. Logan was so embarrassed and scared. His dad was usually kind and gentle, but he was worried what was going to happen this time. The way he slammed the door may have been because he was mad or shocked, but Logan”s hormones were still raging. He decided to finish, and in just a few strokes, Logan convulsed. His cute 11-year-old cocklet pulsed, desperately trying to release cum like nature intended, but still too young to produce mature man seed. Basking in the afterglow after his head was swimming with pleasure, Logan was too nervous to sleep now. He got out of bed, put on the boxers he just jerked off with and sneaked out of his room. He crept quietly and quickly to the bathroom across the hall to take a shower, but he could hear his dad already starting breakfast in the kitchen. Logan closed and locked the bathroom door behind him, turned on the shower and grabbed a towel from the closet. As the water was warming up, he looked at himself in the mirror. Every day he checked his body for new sprouts of hair. Despite the teasing by his male classmates, he secretly loved getting hairy. Something about becoming a man was so arousing to him. He was becoming just like his dad, and why shouldn”t he? It was his dad”s cum that made him 11 years ago. Dad”s hairy, masculine genes flowed through him, his dad”s boy, his son. Soon he will be hairy and muscular just like his old man. Another man. His dad”s equal. Of course, all these thoughts caused Logan”s dick to get hard again. He looked down and start to slowly stroke his dick again. Logan was definitely young and horny enough to cum again already, but surprisingly, he was more hungry than horny.
Logan quickly showered and dried off in the bathroom. He wrapped the towel around his skinny waist and went to his room. Now, he could smell the bacon and knew his dad would be finished soon. Logan changed into a new pair of boxers and started for the kitchen when he froze. Butterflies returned to his stomach. Logan started pacing and practicing his excuses and lines: What do you mean, dad? I was just scratching. No, that sounds stupid. I don”t know what masturbating is. Yeah, I”ll use that if he brings it up. Act dumb. Oh, I was naked because . . . because I got hot last night! Yeah, that”s it. I took my boxers off and fell asleep. I must”ve kicked off the covers too! . . . oh, he”s never gonna believe me. Logan groaned.
He knew it will be an awkward conversation, but he also knew the best way to get through pain is to do it quick. Logan took a deep breath, opened the door, and started to walk out. Just before exiting, he grabbed a slightly used tank top from his bed. He usually goes around the house shirtless, but he did not want his bare skin to give his dad any excuses to bring up an awkward conversation. But Logan knew it was inevitable.
His dad, Buck, was the epitome of a country pocket muscle bear. He was 41, about 5″6″, and 215 lbs. of thick, hairy muscles everywhere. His dad was not really lean, but you could tell he started working out at a very young age, and it stayed with him all these years. He shaved his head (which was balding anyway), had a long and full, deep brown, well-manicured beard, and beautiful light blue eyes. His dad was wearing a yellow stringer muscle tank and gray, short, cotton workout shorts, which showed a huge bulge and detailed VPL. Natural, curly, dark brown body hair covered his boulder shoulders, chest, forearms, armpits, stomach, cock, balls, ass, legs, and feet.
“Good morning, son. I made bacon, eggs, toast, grits, sausage, and orange juice is on the table. Grab a plate!,” said Buck as he was sitting down at the table with a plate piled high. He talked with a slow, country drawl, which Logan naturally picked up. But Buck was no stereotypical country bumpkin. Although it helped maintain his physique from his football and wrestling days, working at a sawmill did not have much of a future. So, when Logan was a baby, Buck went to college to get his degree to help support his family. He now works as a cybersecurity analyst for a major local tech company.
Logan grabbed a plate, his portion of the food, and set his plate at the table. He went to get a glass for his juice when his dad chimed in.
“Logan, look. I”m not mad. I didn”t mean to slam the door. I was just surprised. Hell, proud after I started thinking about it. I didn”t discover jerking off until I was thirteen”, confessed Buck.
“Dad! I . . . I wasn”t jerking off. I just . . . got hot last night,” stumbled Logan.
Buck laughed. “Oh Logan, it”s nothing izmit escort to be embarrassed about! And no need to lie to me. I had to hide it from your grandmama, so I know every trick and lie there is. It”s really something to celebrate. It means your discovering your body and becoming a man. I”m proud of you son,” said Buck as the slightest formation of tears swelled in his eyes.
Logan blushed. He could feel his cocklet coming to attention. Of course, his father had no knowledge about his son”s fetish for his father. It was so hot to hear those comments come from his dad � correction, his proud dad. His dad winked at Logan, which caused him to smirk a bit. They continued eating and talked about what they wanted to do that day. They settled on staying in, barbecuing, and watching movies all day.
“Well,” said Buck, “I do want to do one more thing today.”
“What”s that?” said Logan.
“I”m gonna teach you how to shave, boy,” smiled Buck. Logan cocklet jumped again just from the thought of learning out to shave. He got nervous.
“Dad are you sure?” asked Logan. “Am I ready? What if I cut myself?! What if I-”
“Calm down, son,” Buck said through his chuckle, “You”re ready. I can see you”re already getting a little peach fuzz mustache. I did too around your age. I learned and so can you.”
“Whatever you say Dad,” said Logan.
“Damn straight whatever I say,” replied Buck. “Here, gimme your plate. Can you do the dishes, while I wipe down the kitchen? I”ll take a quick shower, and we”ll head to the grocery store.”
By the time Logan finished washing all the dishes and loaded them in the dishwasher, his dad was out the shower. Buck came out with just a towel wrapped around his waist and walked to the kitchen. Logan tried to keep himself busy because he had a hunch of what was going to happen. It has been a while since his dad has done it, but sometimes he would come out of the shower naked and dry himself off while talking to Logan. He would use the excuse that he was going to the laundry room to get clothes (they never really liked folding laundry). And sure enough, it was exactly what his dad was doing. Logan tried to keep his glances short and quick, but he managed to sneak a few that he burned in his mind for later. All that dark hair covering his huge pecs, running down over his soft stomach with just the faint indication of a six pack. The hair continuing into a slightly trimmed bush above his thick, veiny cut cock.
Logan went back to work at that point, but then his dad started saying, “Hey son, is your body getting hairy like your ol” man”s?”
“Uh, I don”t know”
“What do you mean you don”t know? You haven”t noticed?! Here, take off your clothes”
Logan was a deer in the headlights. “W-w-what? Dad, please. Leave me alone”
“Oh, come on, son. It”s just me. We”re guys here. And you need to get comfortable being naked if you plan to try out for the team next year. If you can”t be comfortable being naked if front of your dad, then who?” He had a point. Logan was planning to try out for the football and wrestling teams this coming year, just like his dad did when he was Logan”s age. He had to get over this hurdle eventually. Logan shrugged off his shirt. And looked down.
“Yeah, the bottoms too, boy.” Logan had the suspicion he called him “boy” right then on purpose. Did his dad know how that turned him on? As Logan started undressing slowly, he recited the ABCs to himself � a trick he recently learned to keep from getting too hard at inopportune moments.
“There! See, wasn”t so hard,” said Buck. Logan wanted to say, “speak for yourself”, but he noticed his dad”s towel had a slightly bigger mound to it than it did just a second ago. “Now, let”s see what we got here. Raise up your arms.”
Logan raised them up. He had a good twenty or so sprouts of hair there. He kept is gaze down toward the kitchen tile, but he could feel his dad”s eyes burning on his skin as he took the beautiful boy in. “Nice start there, son. You might be even hairy then your ol” man was at eleven!,” said Buck. Logan blushed more than ever as he lowered his arms back down. “Yeah you have a good amount on your arms and legs, hell more than most college guys had when I was in school. And looks like you”re getting some fuzz around your pecker too!” Correction, now Logan was blushing more now than ever.
Buck gave a deep, full laugh. Not one of ridicule, but one of love with a hint of that pride. “Don”t be embarrassed, Logan. You”re my only flesh and blood, and I”m proud that you”re hairy just like me, son. I hope you”ll grow up to be hairier than me, and like it just as much as I do. Shaving your body hair just ain”t natural,” said Buck. Logan nodded. He anticipated his body hair growth, and he knew he would love it on him. Just as much as he loved it on other men, and just as much as he loved it on his own father. “Ok, Daddy has had enough playing around. Let me get dressed, and we can go to the store. Well, I guess we both need to get dressed now,” Buck replied as he winked at his son.
The ride to and from the grocery store was uneventful and quick. They talked about the upcoming football and wrestling tryouts, overcoming nerves, what high school will be like, and what they wanted to eat for dinner and watch that night. They decided on steaks, potatoes, and stream a random movie they had saved in the queue. After the movie, Buck reminded Logan that he wanted to teach him to shave. Logan was a bundle of nervous, but he knew better than to try to talk his dad out of it. Logan followed his dad into the master bathroom, where he was met with a few surprises.
“Surprise son!,” Buck yelled enthusiastically. Sitting on the countertop were two sets of shaving kits complete with a straight razor and some disposable ones on the side. Logan was shocked and starting to feel his cocklet plump. “I got us a matching set, but I am going to start you off with the disposable ones until I feel you”re comfortable enough to use the straight razor. And this is where you”re gonna be shaving from now on too. There”s not much counter space in the guest bath you use. Side by side as father and son, how about that?,” said Buck with pride and a hint of lust in his eyes. Logan nodded. He felt grown up and grateful for the unexpected surprise.
“Ok, so first thing”s first. Get out of your shirt. izmit otele gelen escort Personally, I just get nekkid because the water can run down onto your underwear. But you do whatever you feel comfortable doing, son. I”d love it if you kept the family tradition though,” said Buck as he winked again at his son. Logan started to panic. There was that wink again. Logan was starting to suspect his dad knew he was gay or knew of his fetishes. He had to think and decide quick. His dad already had his shirt off and was starting to lower his shorts and boxers in one swoop. Logan started to grab at his shirt and slowly taking it off, bidding his time so he can think of a decision or excuse. Logan stopped at the shirt. He was worried his dick was going to get hard. Buck glanced at his son, and Logan noticed the smallest glimpse of disappointment on his face, but his dad quickly started the lesson.
“Ok, so first step is to start your water. You want it good and hot, but not too hot you scald yourself. After it”s nice and hot, splash water all over your face. Once that”s done, grab your soap and get a nice lather goin” like this”, Buck said as he was showing Logan. Logan was following his father”s lead but missed some spots on his face. His dad got behind him and started filling it spots. “Don”t be afraid to get in there, son,” Buck started, “you want it to cover everywhere. It softens the hair and prevents you from cuttin” yourself.” Logan could feel his dad”s chest hair and heat tickling his shoulders and back. He could swear he felt his dad”s dick right in the middle of his back too. Buck did not comment on their touch or move away.
“Now here comes the hard part, actually shavin”.” Buck showed him how to shave off the cream and hair with the disposable razors. Buck”s hand was on top of his son”s showing him how to hold the razor and how little pressure to apply. Still behind him, Logan could feel his dad”s body getting closer, and by extension, his cock. There was no mistaking it, Logan could feel his dad”s bare cock on his lower back, and he could feel it getting bigger.
“I think we got everything. Now rinse off the cream with more water. After it”s all gone, you can double check your work. When I shave and notice I missed spots, I just shave with the water”, Logan”s dad instructed. Logan bent over at the sink and rinsed off his face. Buck was still behind Logan and did not move. As Logan stood back up, his back abruptly hit his dad”s hardened cock. He could feel a wet, stickiness smear on his lower back. This startled Logan, which caused him to splash water onto the front of his pants.
“Oh shit!,” Logan exclaimed and immediately started apologizing for cussing.
“Hey, son, don”t worry about it. You”re turning into a man now, so you should start using adult language. It”s fine by me, fucker!” said Buck as he chuckled again. “But you may want to get out of those pants and dry off. This is what I warned you about.” Buck leaned over and grabbed the hand towel from the counter and gave it to Logan. As Buck leaned over, Logan noticed his dad”s dick was rigid and swaying as his dad moved. Logan looked up and met his father”s gaze. They stared at each other for the first time in a way that a father and son usual never do. There was lust, passion, and curiosity behind their gaze.
In a firm, but quiet and slightly sultry tone, Buck said, “Hurry and dry off, son, you”ll get the floor wet.” Logan grabbed his pants and underwear and dropped them in one go. He quickly toweled dry to mostly hide his boner, which was almost fully hard at this point. Buck looked down at his son”s crotch and then back up at his son”s face. Their eyes met again, but this time, Buck spoke up.
“Logan. I have a secret to tell you. I know I shouldn”t be telling my young son about this, but like I said, you”re becoming a man now. I hope this helps us bond even more. But back when I was thirteen . . . the first time I discovered jerking off . . . was when I was shaving”, Buck confessed.
“Oh?,” said Logan, “How did that happen? Was it because you were naked?”
“Well, yes. I”m not sure why I got hard. I guess it was just stereotypical teenager hormones. But shaving always turns me on. It”s so primal and manly. It”s one thing that connects all men. An experience that only a man can truly have with his father or father figure. Opening the doors of manhood to his boy”. he put his hand on his son”s shoulder. Buck clenched his lips between his teeth. Logan could detect the slightest increase in wetness in his dad”s eyes.
Buck snapped out of it with a chuckle to lighten the seriousness, “You know what I used to lube up my dick? Shaving cream!”
Logan laughed, “Seriously? Dad you must”ve been desperate.”
“What 13-year-old boy isn”t? Or, well, eleven these days!” Logan blushed again.
“Stop it Logan, I”m just teasin” you. Hey! I know just how to wrap up this day. Let”s go to the kitchen.” Both still naked, Logan went into the kitchen following behind his dad. Buck went to the fridge and pulled out two beer bottles and twisted the caps off both. He handed one to his son.
“Here”s to my son”s first shave and becoming one fine young man.” They clinked bottles. Logan was shocked and so excited.
“Thanks Dad, you”re a great daddy! I”m so lucky,” replied Logan. Logan took his first swig and made a face.
Buck laughed, “Yeah, you”ll get used to it. Just take it slow your first time.”
Forgetting all about being naked, they move to the living room and turn on a pre-recorded football game. After half an hour, Logan finished his first beer while Buck was about to finish his third.
“Logan, I need to confess something to you. I feel like I need to tell you something, but I don”t want you to hate me.”
Logan replied, “Dad, don”t be ridiculous, I”ll never hate you. I love you. I don”t think there”s anything in the world you can do or say to make me hate you.”
Buck looked at his boy. He was touched. How could he have raised such a mature and bright young man? Despite his fears, Buck said, “Logan. I love you. You”re becoming a man now. I know I should never be saying or thinking this, but that”s a hot and sexy thing to me. I loved your mama, but I always had a thing for . . . men . . . or boys.” Logan kept looking at his dad with a serious face, but inside he was curious gölcük escort where this was going. Was his dad telling him he was gay too?
Buck continued fueled by the beer”s fearlessness and absence of backlash from his son, “I love cock and cum. I love pleasing and satisfying a man. Giving him what he deserves. Now that you”re becoming a man, that includes you. I- I want to please you, too. You being my flesh and blood makes it hotter.” Buck starts to cry. “I know it”s fucked up to say, but it”s tru-.
Logan interrupts, “Dad . . . me too.” Tears start falling down Logan”s face when he realized what he just confessed. A confession not only to his father, but also to himself. It was the quickest way to come out. Now was the time.
Buck looks at his son with care, worry, and love. He tries to think of his next move. “Logan . . . my boy, my son . . . I love you so much!” Buck gets off the couch to go hug Logan. The father and son embrace. Body hair tickling and gently scratching smooth young skin. Buck kisses his boy”s head. “Son, I love you so much. I am so happy you told me. I love you no matter what, and I”m glad you are gay too.”
“Of course, Dad. I love you no matter what, like you taught me.” Logan looked up at his dad. “But you know, when I said `me too”, I didn”t just mean I”m gay.” Their gaze met. They both felt what they wanted, no, needed to do next. Buck lowered his head and planted his lips onto Logan”s lips. For the first time, he kissed his son on the lips in a romantic manner. Forever breaking that unspoken law of sons being sexually inaccessible to fathers, especially ones underaged. Buck introduced his tongue, only to be met by his son”s tongue at the same instance. It was meant to be. The beer on each other”s breath was being exchanged and could be smelled by father and son.
“Is this okay, son?”
“Fuck yes!”
Buck chuckled, “That”s my boy. I”m willing to go as far as you want to go as long as it gets you off. You deserve to be serviced now that you”re a man. I want to please you anytime you need release. I swear it. I want you to be the man of the house now, if that”s ok with you.”
“Dad, I don”t know what that all will mean. I want to try; I think that”s really hot! But I don”t know if I”ll like it. Will you still teach me how to be a man? I am a virgin, and I don”t�”
“Don”t worry son, you”re in good hands. We”ll figure it out together. If you don”t like it, we don”t have to do it anymore. But I”ve never heard of a man not liking to cum. Anytime you need or wanna cum, tell me. Seriously, anytime.”
Logan feeling really buzzed, relaxed, and turned on by the kissing felt emboldened now. If he was going to be the man of the house, he needed to act like it. “Now is a good time,” Logan replied with an evil grin. With that, Buck dropped from the couch to his knees while his gaze never left his son”s eyes. Logan was in a daze. This had to be a daydream, or a dream soon to come true in more ways than one. “I love you so much Logan. You”re so fucking hot. Starting puberty at such an early age. I can”t wait to see how hairy you”ll become just like your daddy. I am going to suck the cock I created, and I get to have the privilege of making my boy into a man.”
Within a spit second, Buck parted his mustachioed lips and took his 11-year-old son”s 3-inch cocklet into his mouth in one go. No turning back, the deed was done. Buck would be kidding himself if he even acted like he could have had enough self-control to take it slow. But he was determined to give the best blowjob ever, to make sure there will be more opportunities to make love to his son. Logan”s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his jaw dropped, and a tingle from his cock shot through his whole body leaving a trail of goosebumps everywhere. He never experienced something so wet, so warm on his dick. Buck”s tongue gently caressing the underside of his cock as his son”s foreskin was peeled back. He put his large, meaty hand behind his son”s small scrotum that tightly held two pistachio-sized balls. Logan was is sensory overload, and he felt as though his heart was going to exploded when he was going to cum. His daddy”s soft, supple lips continued to graze up and down, up and down, up and down Logan”s shaft. Occasionally a stray mustache hair or two would tickle the shaft or head of his underaged penis.
“D . . . Dad- dy, I”m . . . gonna . . . ah. Ah! AH! AH!” Logan started panting. Buck”s tongue felt his son”s pulse was racing. His dad knew what he was about to do, and there was no force in this world that was going to stop him from continuing to please his soon-to-be-a-man of a son. This was his duty, and he was going to finish it. “Oh FUCK! Daddy! Ugh! FUCK!” Logan”s cocklet started to pulse in his dad”s mouth. At first, Buck was disappointed there was no cum, but he quickly realized that it was a blessing in disguise. He would one day take his son”s first load, and this caused his hard, 8-inch cock to spontaneously dribble a white, thick load of cum onto the couch and floor. With each passing pulse, there was an exchange. Logan”s boyhood was leaving his body and entering his father, only to be replaced by “manhood”. Gifted by Logan”s one true creator, his daddy . . . his cocksucker.
It felt like an eternity had passed when Logan”s high finally waned. His glassy-eyed gaze fell upon Buck”s tear-filled eyes looking up at his sweet boy � cocklet still devoured. If it weren”t for his balls being recently drained, Logan would have cum again from the sheer sight of his muscular, hairy daddy being a submissive cocksucker for him.
“How are you feeling, son?,” Buck finally said.
“Fuck Daddy, that was the most amazing thing ever!”, replied Logan.
Buck smiled at his boy being more comfortable cussing in front of him. “Yes sir, it was! Well I tell you what, it would make me the happiest and luckiest daddy in the world if you let me be your personal cocksucker and cumdump.”
“Cumdump? What”s that?”
“Well, I guess for you, I wouldn”t be much of one since you can”t cum right now. But I”d love to keep tryin” so one day I”ll get your first man load out of these boy balls. I”ll suck you any time you get horny, and that”s a promise, son. I will do anything for you. You should know that. I love you with every fiber of my being. I made you, and one day, you”ll be a part of me too with your cum, your DNA.”
“So, you”re gonna suck me off any time I want?!”
“Yep, and get fucked by you too”
“Fuck, I can”t believe this is happening. I”m the luckiest man in the world!”
“Like father like son, I suppose”
End of Chapter 1