Excerpt from Hommi Extreme’s “Just Like Daddy” — Happy Father’s Day!
It was Sunday night. Billy had spoken very little to his father all day. Dad hadn’t come home for lunch, and during dinner he seemed preoccupied.
Mrs. Higgins finished cleaning up and left early to go home. Billy’s father went to his room shortly after that.
Billy ran upstairs trembling with excitement and dressing in the things he’d picked out. He didn’t look like an adult, of course, but since he was tall for his age, when he pulled the bill of the cap down, he looked older. At least, if you didn’t look too close.
On schedule, he heard his father getting dressed. Dad had a lot to drink at dinner, and now he heard him go to the kitchen and pour another one. He kept his ear glued to his bedroom door until the front door closed behind Dad. Then he sprinted down the stairs and looked out the front windows.
The green car drove away, in the direction of the park.
Billy raced out of the house as soon as the coast was clear. He took off on the double, only this time he didn’t go into the main park entrance. He took a few shortcuts and stationed himself on the little hill across the small meadow from the path. He waited.
* * *
In minutes he saw his father walk slowly down the path. He was looking around, and the park seemed to be completely empty. Billy backtracked, skirted the meadow, and joined the path a hundred yards behind him. He figured Dad’d probably stop at the rock again. He was right.
The shoes were a little tight, because he’d outgrown them. So he worked on walking normally for a minute as he pulled the cap down to cover his eyes and hunched his shoulders to hide his face a little more in the jacket collar.
His heart felt ready to burst as he approached his dad, who stood, watching with interest, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
* * *
Dad was amazed with his good luck. The man was young, thin, but definitely good looking. And walked like he was oblivious to his surroundings.
He stepped onto the path as Billy approached. “Hi. Would you happen to know what time it is?”
Billy forced his voice deeper and raised his head a little.
His drunken dad looked directly into his face, and didn’t seem to recognize him. Billy was suddenly glad for his dad’s inattention over the last couple of years.
“No, I don’t have a watch,” he said. His Dad’s approach was so corny, he couldn’t believe it. Still he was breathless with excitement. “Now get out of my way and let me pass.”
When Billy started to move around him, Dad grabbed his arm, like he knew he would. “Not so fast, buddy. I haven’t finished talking to you!”
He tried to pull away, like he was expected to, but Dad held him firmly.
“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”
It happened the way he imagined it would. Dad yanked him off the path, toward the rock. He didn’t want to scream, in case somebody was nearby, but he knew he’d have to do something to show protest, or Dad might become suspicious.
“What’re you doing? Let go of me! Let go, I said! Get your hands off me!”
“If you scream you might end up getting your throat cut,” Dad replied roughly, still dragging him. Billy’s body was light, and he managed with no difficulty, despite the fact that Billy tried to pull away several times.
When they were behind the rock, he pushed Billy to the ground and yanked off his coat, tossing it aside.
Billy covered his face with his hands and pretended to be terrified.
Dad grabbed the fly of Billy’s jeans and yanked, popping the button and ripping the zipper open in one move.
While Billy pretended to sob, he peeked through his fingers.
Dad yanked down his zipper and dug in his pants to pull out his cock. Billy wished Dad’d take his pants down. He wanted a feel of the man’s ass. He wanted to see his big balls and the hair on his belly.
“Please! Please don’t kill me!” Billy whispered tearfully, the way the man had done yesterday. It seemed to work.
Dad believed he was genuinely frightened. “Just keep your mouth shut, and I won’t kill you!” he snarled.
Then Billy saw his Dad’s cock for real. It was pulsing and looked even bigger at such close range. For a minute, Billy was actually scared. Maybe he’d bitten off more than he could chew. Getting rid of his virginity was one thing, but Dad could tear him apart with that thing. Well, he decided, it was too late to worry about that.
* * *
Dad yanked his legs apart roughly and lifted them, positioned his cock, ready to skewer the boy. The boy’s cock was shaved! There wasn’t a trace a hair. In fact, the man’s body looked small and underdeveloped, but still, the skin was beautifully white and smooth, and the thighs had some good muscle tone. He hesitated for a moment with his cock just touching the pucker of his ass.
“You want to suck me until I’m wet, kid? It’s your ass that’s gonna get plowed.”
“OH, YES!” Billy almost shouted. Then he was afraid he’d shown too much enthusiasm. “I mean, please don’t fuck me dry. I’m a virgin.”
The man looked down in disbelief. He’d been sure pretty much only queers came to the park at night, and who ever heard of a queer virgin? Even though the kid still covered half his face with his arm, there was something familiar about him, but he couldn’t remember where he’d seen him. One thing for sure, it wasn’t anybody he knew very well.
“Y-yes,” Billy replied. “I’m a virgin, so please take it easy. I don’t want to die!” he sobbed.
“How old are you?”
“T-twenty,” he wailed.
“Shit, then, I’m doing you a favor, you little fucker! You should’ve had a cock up your faggot ass before now. Suck on it!”
Dad grabbed him by the back of the neck and yanked his face up.
Billy’s hat was knocked sideways as his face was crushed against his dad’s crotch. He couldn’t believe his good luck. His father’s cock was actually going into his mouth, and he was tasting the delicious hard-soft skin, running his tongue all around the head, catching a few drops that oozed from the beautiful slit at the tip, and feeling them sticky against his lips.
Then he opened his mouth wide and let the thick shaft go all the way to the back of his mouth. It seemed to stick there, but he was determined to force it down until he could get his lips around the base, to smell his Daddy, to let the hairs tickle his nose.
“Owwww, you’re a pretty good cocksucker, kid. Get that thing good and wet if you don’t want your ass torn.”
Billy kept working the pole, making it wetter and wetter. Soon over half of it had slid into his throat, and he swallowed desperately, trying to take the whole thing. He wanted to reach down and play with himself. But he was more interested in sucking his father’s cock than taking care of his own throbbing prick. He knew he’d have years of fantasies, remembering what was happening. So he concentrated on every detail.
Dad managed to get one hand through the fly of his trousers, and began massaging the big furry balls. He groaned once or twice, amazed that this guy seemed to be enjoying the blow job so much. He was afraid he’d pop his nuts, so he pushed the guy’s head away. His cock made a popping sound as it escaped from the suction of the kid’s mouth.
“Lie back!” he snapped.
Billy did, and threw his legs in the air.
* * *
Dad pressed the head of his cock against the hairless asshole again, and noticed that drops of precum oozed from the kid’s prick. The kid wriggled to get his ass closer to the positioned prick. The boy might be a virgin, but he was definitely a fag.
Billy’s legs spread and lifted as Dad sank his meat between the small asscheeks. The boy wasn’t resisting, which annoyed him slightly. But still—a virgin ass. That was certainly a good evening’s catch.
He pressed forward and couldn’t believe the tightness. This might take as much out of him as it did out of the kid. The hole resisted his thrusting, and in a few seconds his brow was covered with perspiration.
Then the boy grabbed him around the ass and urged him to push harder.
“Go on!” Billy breathed heavily. “You’ll never make it if you don’t push hard! Go ahead and push!”
Dad grabbed his thighs. “You asked for it, fag!”
He shoved hard, and the head of his cock popped through the ring of muscle. It was like shoving it into a vise.
“EEAAAOOOYYHH!” Billy cried in pain. His breathing was heavy, and chest heaved under his baggy t-shirt.
He panicked and grabbed his Dad’s arms, so the man stopped a second to let him adjust to the size of his cock.
“RELAX YOUR HOLE, DAMNIT!” he growled.
Billy took a few deep breaths.
The man shoved again, brutally.
“GGGAAAAGGGHHH!” This time Billy screamed, and Dad clamped his hand over the boy’s mouth. At the same time he felt something give in the muscle, and he tore into the boy like a battering ram. With another brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
The boy seemed to be about to pass out. He lay with his eyes tightly shut and his mouth open. Dad thought of pulling out, but just when he started to, the boy’s eyes flickered open and stared straight into his face. In his drunken haze, he know there was still something familiar about the kid, but he supposed he’d just seen him somewhere, sometime—
“Go ahead,” Billy cried. “You’re in me now, go ahead and fuck!”
“You’re a hot one, aren’t you?” Dad panted, working himself back and forth, letting his cock slide in and out several inches at a time. “You were fucking begging to get your ass-cherry busted, weren’t you?”
“Yes! YES! I WANTED IT!”
The confession excited Billy. He felt humiliated, and the pain shooting through him was almost unbearable, but at the same time he had a cock inside him. And Daddy’s cock at that—!
* * *
The boy was crazy as far as Dad was concerned. But the ass was loosening up now and the warmth inside the channel was making him see fireworks. The boy’s asshole gripped him so tight that it was almost painfully.
“Christ, how’d you learn to work your ass like that?”
“Just keep fucking me!”
“You like it, fag?”
“YES! YES! OWWWW, KEEP FUCKING!”
He held the boy’s thighs and pounded harder, pulling almost all the way out and then ramming in hard. It was the tightest ass he’d ever fucked. Virgin or no virgin, he’d never been gripped like that. Either the boy had a natural talent, or he was turning the kid on more than he’d ever turned anyone on.
“Just, keep those ass muscles working, faggot. You’ll get your brains screwed out of you. That is, if you have any—”
* * *
Billy’s hands tore at his father’s jeans, clawing his ass, pulling his Dad’s cock into himself, harder and harder. He bucked his hips, making his Dad’s crotch slam into him even more brutally. His moans came from deep back in his throat, where his Dad’s cock had been.
“Ahhhhh, fuck meeeeeee! Ahhhh, you’re killing me, but I want to die this way! Owwww, yesssssss! Stab me with it! ”
Dad pulled the boy’s legs higher and got ready to plow with all his might. The kid’s ass was up in air, and his head and shoulders were pressed hard into the ground. Still, his hips bucked. He was incredibly strong for such a small guy.
“GAAAGH!” he screamed. “YES! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!”
His dad’s cock was driving Billy crazy. The pain had become ecstasy, and he was on fire! He wanted more and more of his Dad inside him. Even without touching his own prick, he felt like he was about to explode.
Dad’s panting got louder, and his strokes got shorter and faster. Billy knew from having seen him cum before that this meant he was close. He ground his hips in circles against his dad’s crotch, trying to take in as much as possible.
Dad had difficulty holding the boy still. “I’M ABOUT READY!” he grunted.
“ME TOO!” Billy answered, rolling his head from side to side on the ground.
“AWWW, SHIIITTTT—!” Dad groaned, his fingers digging into the kid’s thighs so hard they were bruising the tender flesh.
“YESSSSS—!” he wailed. “YESSSSSS! SHOOT INSIDE ME!”
“I’LL BLOW IT OUT YOUR FUCKING EARS! AGGGHHHH!”
“THEN DO IT! DO IT! I’M EXPLODING! AHHHHHHH—!”
Billy’s fists hammer the ground, and his head tossed from side to side.
* * *
In the passion of the moment, Billy couldn’t feel anything except the hot, wonderful sensations tearing through his body. And he didn’t even notice when his hat fell off
Then he looked up and saw the horror on his father’s face.
“BILLY!” Ed Malone almost screamed.
Then, unable to stop himself, he grunted in mixed ecstasy and terror as jet after jet of his thick sperm gush into the stretched, no-longer-virgin ass of his young son.
