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The Diaz boys had always had a healthy appetite for sex — it was in their blood. Eddie, as the father, had been the one to introduce them to the pleasures of the flesh. Eddie had started 'training' Chris from infancy. He'd taken his tiny, pink hole when Chris was barely a year old, slowly stretching and preparing him for his future role as his father's personal toy. Over the years, Chris had grown accustomed to the feeling of his dad's large cock inside him. Chris had come to rely on his father's dick for comfort. Whenever he was sad, scared, or lonely, he'd crawl into Eddie's lap and whimper until his dad understood what he needed. Eddie would then unbuckle his pants, pull out his thick cock, and let Chris suck on it or sit on it until he felt better.
Eddie never got tired of fucking his son. The hunger for sex was genetic, a part of being a Diaz. He'd trained Chris from infancy to be his perfect little bottom, and now at thirteen, Chris was his masterpiece. The sight of his teenage son's body, still lean and growing, made Eddie's cock throb with need. He fucked Chris daily, often multiple times. Whether it was morning after breakfast, late at night before bed, or right in the middle of dinner when Eddie couldn't wait another second. Chris had learned to come at the snap of his father's fingers. Eddie's dick was the only thing his son truly craved; more than food, more than hugs or words of praise. Some nights, Chris would wander into his father's room, barely awake, pulling down Eddie's boxers with small hands in a wordless plea. Eddie would yawn, stretch, then pull his son onto his thick, semi-hard cock without protest. By morning, Chris had always fallen asleep riding his father's dick, cheek pressed against Eddie's chest, completely content. This was normal. Eddie never saw it as wrong or taboo. To him, it was natural; a father providing for his son's needs in the most primal way possible. Chris had never known a life without his father's cock inside him, and Eddie had never known a life without fucking his son. The bond between them was fucked up, but it was their bond. It was love, and it was sex — and for the Diaz family, those two things had always gone hand in hand.
As Chris turned thirteen, his hormones raged. He started touching himself more, experimenting. One evening, Eddie pushed open Chris's bedroom door without knocking. He found his son sprawled on the bed, boxers pushed down, hand wrapped around his new, thick erection. Chris's eyes were closed, face scrunched in concentration as he tried to figure out how to make himself feel good. Eddie's mouth went dry. Eddie stood there, watching his son's inexperienced hand move up and down his shaft. Chris was making soft noises, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. He hadn't noticed his father yet. Eddie felt his own cock harden in his pants; his son was learning to masturbate right before him. Chris was using two fingers, not a full hand. He was still learning, still experimenting. His grip was loose, his movements jerky and uncertain. Eddie remembered his own first time jerking off like it was yesterday. He'd been Chris's age, maybe a little younger. The Diaz men had always been early bloomers. He watched now as Chris's two small fingers fumbled over his hard cock, thumb brushing over his piss slit experimentally. The kid was curious, and Eddie was hard. He stepped into the room. Close the door softly behind him. Walk over to the bed. "Here," he said gruffly, his hand closing over Chris's small wrist. "Let me show you how it's done." He pulled Chris's hand off his cock, replacing it with his own large hand.
"Dad..." Chris whined, trying to pull his hand back. "I got it! I saw you do it hundreds of times!" He wriggled his small body, trying to push his father's hand off his dick. Eddie just chuckled, tightening his grip. "I know you've seen me do it," he said patiently, his large hand still wrapped around Chris's smaller cock. "But that doesn't mean you're doing it right." He started to move his hand slowly up and down Chris's shaft, demonstrating the proper technique.
"See this?" Eddie asked, wrapping his fist around Chris's dick. "This is how you jerk off. Not with those little baby fingers." He demonstrated with a slow, steady stroke, his big hand completely engulfing Chris's medium cock. Chris watched intently, his face turning red.
"You gotta grip it firm," Eddie instructed, his massive hand swallowing Chris's length. Only the very tip of Chris's dick peeked out from between his father's knuckles, the sensitive slit barely visible. "Like this." He gave a slow, tight twist at the head.
Chris's breath hitched as he watched his father's hand work his dick. The sight was both arousing and a bit humiliating. His cock looked so small in his dad's huge hand. Eddie noticed Chris's insecure expression and decided to teach him something else. "Come here," He commanded, pulling Chris into a sitting position against the headboard. He spread his own legs wide, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants just enough to free his massive erection. It sprang out, much thicker and longer than Chris's teenage cock.
Eddie's massive cock was a sight to behold. It was massive, easily twelve inches long and thick as a soda can. Veins ran along the length, pulsing with each heartbeat. The head was broad and mushroom-shaped, already leaking precum. It had been constantly used on Chris's body for years.
"Look," Eddie said, stroking himself lazily. A thick vein throbbed along the underside. Within seconds, his already-hard dick twitched and thickened further, precum beading at the slit. "This is what a real man's cock looks like. Yours will grow, just takes time." He wrapped his hand around Chris's shaft again, showing him the difference. His cock twitched, already fully hard from just handling his son. Veins bulged thick across the shaft, purple and swollen from years of fucking into every hole Chris offered. The head was slick with arousal, and there was no hesitation; his dick was always ready now.
"Been training it for you, champ," Eddie grunted, stroking slowly. "You're still growing. The Diaz men start small and get big."
Chris stared at his father's monstrous erection, feeling his own small cock twitch in response. Eddie's dick was a fucking weapon, thick with prominent veins and a head that glistened with precum. It looked painful in its size.
"Yours is perfect for your age," Eddie said, as if reading his thoughts. He wrapped his other hand around Chris's cock again. "You'll grow bigger, like me," He promised, his large hands working both their cocks slowly. "Every fucking inch of this monster is yours one day. You'll take it all, like you were born to." He pulled Chris closer, their faces inches apart. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and husky as he continued to stroke both their cocks together. "The Diaz men have always taken care of each other... In every way." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Chris's ear. "Even my old man taught me a thing or two about... sharing."
Chris's eyes widened slightly. "Really?" He whispered, his grip tightening on his own cock as he imagined Eddie's massive father figure looming over him. "Like... what you were doing with me?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, already knowing exactly what Eddie meant.
Eddie nodded slowly, his hand moving faster on their cocks. "Since you were a baby," he confirmed gruffly. "My old man showed me how to take care of my boys right from the start." His thumb brushed over Chris's slit, spreading precum around the head. "He'd show me how to hold a tiny little dick like yours," Eddie continued, his voice thick with memory. "How to suck it, play with it, until it grew big and strong like mine." He squeezed Chris's cock firmly, emphasizing the point. "Every Diaz boy gets trained the same way," Eddie murmured, his own massive cock leaking steadily now. "My dad taught me everything I know about taking care of sons. And now I'm teaching you." He pressed their cocks together, letting Chris feel how much bigger he was.
"You wanna know what else he taught me?" Eddie asked suddenly, releasing their dicks. His eyes glinted with something mischievous and hungry. "Want to see what else a Diaz man can do for his boy?" He leaned back slightly, his massive frame relaxing against the bed.
Without waiting for Chris's response, Eddie stood up, his massive form towering over the bed. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, along with his boxers, revealing his entire muscular body and his enormous, fully hard cock standing at attention. But the true star of the show wasn't his giant dick, impressive as it was. It was everything below it. Eddie turned and slowly crawled back onto the bed on his knees, giving Chris a full view of his thick, muscular ass. The round globes flexed with each movement. Chris's eyes widened as he watched his father get onto his hands and knees, his massive body looming over him. Eddie's back was a wall of muscle, tapering down to that thick, powerful ass. The sight was so unexpected, so taboo, that Chris felt a rush of saliva into his mouth.
Eddie on all fours was a sight Chris thought he'd never see. The man who had always been dominant, always in control, always the one doing the fucking; now here he was, ass raised, presenting himself to his thirteen-year-old son. It was surreal. His ass was pale and perky, completely untouched by the sun despite years of station workouts and beach days. The outline of his underwear was still visible on his ass, a permanent mark from years of wearing tight briefs. Chris had never seen his dad's ass like this; so vulnerable, so exposed. It was jiggly in a way Chris hadn't expected, firm but with a softness that made Chris's mouth water. Eddie's ass had that perfect spankable bounce to it, the kind that made you want to slap it just to watch the jiggle. The crease where his ass met his thighs was deep, hiding the pucker that Chris was about to invade. The man's back was arched, his head hanging down, completely submissive. It was the most erotic thing Chris had ever seen.
The pale moons of Eddie's ass were like two perfect half-spheres of firm yet yielding flesh, the kind that begged to be gripped, slapped, spread open. The thin line of his waistband had left a faint impression across the top, a tan line that only emphasized how untouched this territory was — how private. Between his spread thighs hung his heavy ballsack, full and pendulous. It swayed gently with each shallow breath he took, the sac stretched taut with years of producing sperm that had filled Chris's little hole countless times. The sight was incredibly erotic; this powerful man reduced to offering himself like this. The sight of Eddie's heavy ballsack hanging there, completely exposed and vulnerable, sent a shiver down Chris's spine. He could see the outline of his father's thick, veiny cock pressed against the bedspread, the head no doubt leaking pre-cum in anticipation.
The weight of those balls was obscene; thick with his life-giving seed, the same seed that had created Chris. Those massive balls were made for breeding, Chris realized. Each heavy testicle was packed with enough sperm to create life — maybe ten more boys just like Chris running around somewhere. Men like Eddie were built to pop cherries, to stretch tiny holes and fill them with cum. The whole 'cherry bomb' thing, right? Those balls had created Chris from nothing; a tiny sperm swimming up to Eddie's cum in Mom's pussy, growing into a baby, then into a boy who needed his dad's cock to feel safe and loved. The sight of those massive, hanging balls made Chris realize just how much his dad was a breeding machine. Eddie could easily fill a room full of boys with his seed; one night with a dozen toddlers wouldn't even dent his supply. He was a walking sperm factory, designed to pop cherries and make babies. And now Chris understood why Eddie had started with him so young; because that's what he was built for. His whole thick cock and those two heavy sacs underneath existed for one purpose: breeding. The 'cherry bomb' nickname wasn't just a joke. Eddie's balls were literal bombs, packing enough seed to create new lives every time he fucked. They were shaved smooth except for a few stubborn stragglers at the base, making the sac look even heavier, even more full. They rested against his ass like two ripe fruits, just waiting to be touched, to be fucked. The whole presentation was filthy.
Now, the roles were reversed. Eddie was on all fours, his broad back and muscular shoulders arching down as he presented his pale, untouched ass to his son. After years of being the dominant top, Eddie was finally going to lose his anal virginity to his own boy. The realization was heady and powerful. Chris's young cock was going to be the first to penetrate this adult hole, to make Eddie take something instead of giving it. Those heavy balls that had created Chris were now lifting, tightening, getting ready to take a dick for the first time.
Eddie glanced over his shoulder, a cocky eyebrow raised as he caught his son staring. "You gonna keep admiring the view, mijo, or actually take what's yours?" His voice was low, teasing. "I've been patient for years—don't make me tell you twice." He gave his ass a little wiggle, the invitation clear. He spread his thighs slightly, giving him a better view.
Chris's heart pounded. His dad was literally offering himself up like a prize. He slowly reached out, running his hands over those perfect ass cheeks. They were softer than he expected—firm yet yielding. He gave them a gentle squeeze, feeling Eddie's muscles flex beneath his palms.
Eddie shivered under his son's touch, his ass spreading involuntarily. "That's it," he murmured encourageingly. "Touch your present. Play with it. It's all yours now." He pushed back slightly, pressing his ass more firmly into Chris's hands.
Chris couldn't believe how perfectly round and squeezable his dad's ass was. He kneaded the flesh, watching it move under his hands, spreading apart slightly each time he squeezed. He felt like a kid in a toy store who'd been given permission to play with everything. His hands explored greedily, kneading and spreading the firm flesh of his father's ass. He pressed his thumbs into the soft dip above the cleft, feeling the strong muscles beneath. The skin was warm and smooth, yielding perfectly under his grip. Each squeeze made Eddie's heavy balls sway between his thighs. The scent of his dad's musk mixed with the faint smell of soap. The heavy balls swung pendulously between Eddie's thighs, full and ready to be drained. Chris's fingers dipped lower, tracing the sensitive skin behind them before returning to the main event; those squeezable ass cheeks that could milk a cock dry. Every spank he'd imagined giving his dad seemed possible now. The ass was his personal playground.
Each time Chris squeezed, Eddie's ass would jiggle slightly, the flesh giving way before springing back. The teenager couldn't get enough; he was obsessed with the texture, the weight, the way it fit perfectly in his hands. He began alternating between gentle kneading and firmer squeezing, sometimes pulling the cheeks apart to glimpse the dark pucker hidden between. Chris leaned closer, pressing his nose against the crease of his dad's ass. He inhaled deeply; salty, musky, unmistakably *Dad*. Eddie's body tensed under him, the hole puckering involuntarily at the sensation. The teenager breathed hotly against it, watching the wrinkled rim twitch and clench.
"Mijo..." Eddie groaned, pushing back against his son's face. "You always eat my ass when you're horny, but now you're just sniffing it like a dog. Put that tongue in there, kid. Taste your dad's hole." He pushed his hips back slightly, offering his hole to his son's mouth. Chris eagerly obliged, parting his father's cheeks with his thumbs and diving in. His tongue pushed against the tight muscle of Eddie's hole, probing and licking like he always did when Eddie demanded it of him. Only now the roles were reversed; Chris was the one doing the eating instead of receiving. Eddie let out a low, rumbling moan as Chris's tongue breached his hole. "Aaahh, fuck yeah... Deeper, mijo. Eat your dad's ass like you mean it." He reached back to spread his own cheeks, giving Chris better access. "Stick that tongue in there and taste my insides." Chris pushed his tongue deeper, following Eddie's commands. He felt the tight ring of muscle relax slightly around his invading tongue, allowing him to push inside. The taste was earthy and musky — pure Dad. He swirled his tongue around, probing the sensitive walls of his father's asshole.
The teenager's tongue slid deeper, exploring the slick, warm tunnels inside his father's hole. The taste was musky and slightly bitter; an intimate scent Chris had grown used to from years of swallowing. Eddie's anal walls were firm yet pliable, gripping his tongue with an involuntary spasm that made the younger boy moan against his dad. The walls were smooth but ridged, mapping out the inner topography. Chris's tongue traced every bump and valley, pressing firmly against the ridged band before sliding back. Each time he pushed in, Eddie's hole fluttered around him, the muscles trembling with unshed tension. The taste grew stronger with each lap — Dad's natural musk mixed with something sweeter underneath. Chris found that sweet spot inside his father's ass, a little bump that made Eddie's whole body shudder when pressed. He licked at it repeatedly, sucking on it like a candy, making his dad curse and push back. His tongue fucked his father's ass now, in and out, while his hands held those perfect cheeks spread. The hole had become his personal buffet. Eddie's breath hitched as Chris zeroed in on his prostate. "H-holy fuck, Chris... Right there, eat that spot!" He rocked back onto his son's tongue, chasing the intense pleasure. His cock was rock hard and leaking, drip drip dripping onto the sheets below.
Eddie's hand snaked back to grip the back of his son's head, holding him in place as he face-fucked his own son with his asshole. His fingers tangled in Chris's hair, using it to control the angle and depth of the tongue-fucking. Chris's tongue plunged deeper, the root of it now shoved against that sensitive prostate spot repeatedly. The wet sounds of spit and tongue filled the room. Eddie's knuckles were white in his son's hair, pulling him closer. The teenager's nose pressed against his father's hole, breathing through it while his tongue worked the insides; licking, sucking, fucking with just his mouth.
Eddie's moans grew louder and more desperate as Chris ate his ass like a starving man. The hand in his hair tightened, pulling him even closer until Chris's face was completely buried between Eddie's cheeks. Spit leaked out around Chris's tongue, dripping down Eddie's crack and coating his balls. The teenager's tongue worked relentlessly, flicking against that sensitive spot over and over. Eddie's whole body shuddered with each hit, his hips bucking back against his son's face. The hand in Chris's hair guided him deeper, forcing him to swallow his father's hole completely. Spit pooled around Chris's chin, dripping onto the sheets. Chris's tongue fucked deeper, breaching past resistance until his nose pressed flush against his dad's asshole. He could taste the remnants of spit-lube from earlier, the natural musk, and something sweeter; the taste of his dad's prostate pressing back against his tongue. Eddie's grip in his hair was vice-like, holding him prisoner to this filthy feast.
Suddenly Eddie tensed. Eddie suddenly yanked Chris's head back by the hair, pulling his face out of his ass with a wet pop. Chris's face glistened with spit, trails of it connecting his lips to his dad's hole for a moment before breaking. His mouth was open, panting, his tongue visible and slick. Eddie chuckled breathlessly. His hole was gaping and wet, pink and plump from Chris's tongue. Spit leaked out slowly, dripping down his balls. His ass cheeks bore the faint red imprint of Chris's mouth. "Hey, hey... stop, Chris, stop," Eddie laughed, still panting. "You're gonna make me shoot and I didn't say you could finish me yet."
Chris smiled up at his father, his face still shining with saliva. "Sorry, Dad," he apologized, his voice muffled and innocent despite the filthy act he'd just performed. His tongue flicked out instinctively to lick his lips, catching a stray droplet of spit.
Eddie chuckled, releasing his grip on Chris's hair. "Don't apologize, buddy. You were doing too good of a job." He patted his ass cheek. "My hole's all yours to eat whenever you want, kid. Just didn't want to cut the fun short." He spread his cheeks again, offering his glistening hole once more.
Chris's eyes locked onto his father's gaping hole; still open and quivering from his tongue's assault. The pink rim was swollen and slick, spit dripping slowly from the stretched entrance. Something deep inside Chris shifted. Eating his dad's ass was fun, but his throbbing teenage cock wanted more. That hole was already stretched open, practically begging to be filled properly. His adolescent cock ached painfully in his boxers. He watched Eddie's hole clench and flutter, the tight rim now inviting instead of tight. That spit-slick opening was the prettiest thing Chris had ever seen. He leaned forward instinctively, pressing the front of his damp boxers against the crack just below his dad's hole.
"Dad..." Eddie glanced back at his son's face, the desperate look in his eyes. He knew exactly what Chris wanted. The teenager's hard cock was poking against his ass, needy and insistent. His voice dropped low.; almost daring. "Do it, Chris." He relaxed his hole slightly, pushing back an inch. "Put it in now." His hand gripped the sheets, bracing.
Chris immediately grabbed his average-sized dick springing free. It wasn't the biggest, nor the thickest, but right now it felt like a small missile ready to launch. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, his shaft veins popping with need. Eddie's gaping, spit-soaked hole looked even bigger compared to Chris's medium-sized cock. The teenager lined himself up, pressing the head against that inviting rim. His dad's hole was loose enough from the tongue-fucking that it kissed back against his tip without resistance. Chris pushed forward. The head slipped in easily, that stretched rim swallowing him like a warm, wet glove. Eddie moaned, pushing back to meet him. The teen's hips stuttered. Being inside his dad felt better than any porn, better than jerking off to fantasies. This was real; his cock inside his father's ass, and the older man wanted it. Needed it.
Chris's hips started moving. He was average-sized, nothing special, but that didn't matter. What mattered was how Eddie's ass clutched around him, how his dad's body accepted him. His medium cock slid in and out of that saliva-lubed hole, the stretched rim kissing his shaft with each retreat. Eddie's moans encouraged him to go deeper. Chris buried himself balls-deep, resting for a moment as Eddie's ass fluttered around him. He placed his hands on his father's hips, fingers gripping that familiar flesh. Then he started fucking; short, hungry strokes at first, then longer ones as his teenage dick got used to the tight, warm channel.
Eddie pushed back to meet each thrust, taking every inch willingly. Chris's average-sized dick might not have been impressive, but it was enough to give Eddie pleasure. Each thrust hit his dad's sweet spot, making Eddie grunt and push back harder. The teenager's balls slapped against his father's taint with each thrust, the sound echoing in the room. Chris leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist to pull him back onto his cock. His strokes grew more confident, more desperate. He was fucking his dad, really fucking him, and Eddie was taking it like he was made for this. The stretched hole felt perfect around his medium shaft, the spit lubrication making each slide wet and sloppy. Eddie reached back, slapping Chris's hip. "Harder," he groaned. "Fuck this ass like you mean it."
Chris obeyed, driving into that hole with newfound fervor. His average cock pistoned in and out, the wet squelching sounds filling the room. His dick wasn't massive, but it was hitting all the right spots, making Eddie moan and clench around it. The teenager's hips moved faster, fucking his father's stretched hole with everything he had. Eddie's ass was like a custom-made sleeve for his medium-sized cock.
"Come on, son," Eddie grunted, pushing back against Chris's thrusts. "That's it, that's it." He looked over his shoulder, watching his teenage boy fuck him with that hungry desperation. "Breed me like how I breed you, Chris! Fill me up with that young seed!" His hole clenched greedily around Chris's medium cock. "Fuck me until I cum!" He demanded, slamming back onto his son's cock. "Use this ass like your own personal fuck hole. Make your old man shoot!" He reached back to slap his own ass cheek, spreading it wider for Chris.
Chris's thrusts became erratic, desperate. His average cock was doing its job; plunging in and out of his dad's stretched hole with wet smacks. Eddie's words hit him like lightning, making his hips snap forward harder. "That's it," Eddie growled. "Wreck this ass like I wreck yours every night. You wanna breed me? Then breed me!"
The increased pace made Eddie's ass jiggle wildly with each deep thrust. His plump, manly cheeks bounced and rippled with each snap of Chris's hips. The teenager watched in awe as his father's hole swallowed his cock, the stretched rim kissing his shaft on the retreat. Each brutal thrust sent Eddie's ass wobbling like jelly, the fat cheeks bouncing against Chris's pelvis. The wet sounds multiplied; sloshing spit, the squelch of cock in ass, Eddie's own groans. The older man's hole clenched around his son's medium-sized dick, milking it like it was the finest cock he'd ever had. His ass was a storm of jiggling flesh, the plump cheeks bouncing and slapping with each forceful thrust from his son. The teenager's average cock disappeared into the stretched hole again and again, the wet sounds echoing through the room as he fucked his father with wild abandon. Chris's hands tightened on Eddie's hips as he pounded into his father with all the teenage desperation he felt. His average cock slid in and out of that jiggling, plump ass like it was made for him. Eddie's moans grew louder, more desperate. "Right there, Chris!"
Eddie's ass was a flurry of movement, the plump cheeks bouncing and jiggling with each deep thrust from his son. The wet sounds grew louder as Chris's cock slid in and out of that stretched hole, the spit lubrication making everything slick and sloppy. The teenager's thrusts were becoming erratic, his breathing ragged. Each snap of his hips sent Eddie's ass cheeks jiggling like a bowl of gelatin. His medium cock was hitting that perfect spot every time, making his dad's body shudder.
Chris leaned forward, pressing his chest against Eddie's sweaty back. "Dad, I'm gonna—" He paused, his hips stuttering as he tried to form the word that felt so foreign and dirty on his tongue. He was a good boy who didn't swear, and saying "cum" felt wrong coming from his lips while fucking his dad's ass. But his body was betraying him. That dirty, delicious sin of fucking his father was making his teenage cock twitch and throb inside Eddie's warm hole. He stammered, "I—I'm gonna—I mean—" The word stuck in his throat like forbidden fruit, sweet and sinful. He'd never said it aloud during sex, not even to himself when he jerked off.
Eddie looked back over his shoulder, seeing the struggle on Chris's face. He smirked, understanding. "It's okay," he said, his voice low and encouraging. "Say it. Tell your dad what you're gonna do in this ass." He clenched his hole around Chris's cock, squeezing the word out of him. "I-I'm gonna c-cum!" Chris blurted out, his face flushing with embarrassment at the vulgarity that left his lips. His hips stuttered again as he felt his release building rapidly within him. Eddie's hole clenched around Chris's cock in response. "Good boy," he groaned. "Do it. Spray this ass full of teen cock cream."
Chris's hips snapped forward once, twice, three more times before he couldn't hold back. A deep, almost animalistic groan escaped him as white ropes of cum flooded into his father's stretched hole. His cock pulsed deep inside Eddie's ass as the first hot jet of teen cum hit his father's anal walls. More followed in rapid succession, flooding Eddie's bowels with his son's seed. The warm, sticky fluid coated every inch of Eddie's inner channel, dripping down into his colon and filling him up. He moaned deeply, his hole clenching around Chris's spurting cock as if trying to pull every last drop of teen cum into his body. The sensation of being bred by his son was overwhelmingly primal and erotic. They remained connected, Chris's cock still embedded deep within Eddie's ass, their bodies pressed together like dogs in mid-mount; male breeding female, filling her with seed. Chris's cock twitched, pumping more cum into his father's insides in lazy spurts, each one spreading through Eddie's bowels and coating his rectal walls. His hole was completely full, his ass stretched wide to accommodate Chris's thick teen seed. He could feel it dripping down into his colon, pooling there like a warm, sticky puddle.
Chris stayed buried inside, feeling his father's ass flutter around his slowly deflating cock. The mated position felt primal — his balls still pressed against Eddie's taint, his hips flush against those jiggly ass cheeks. White droplets leaked around his shaft, glistening. "Chris," Eddie murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He stayed still, letting his son drain completely into him. He could feel the warmth spreading inside his bowels, the cum pooling deeper within. His ass still clung to Chris's softening cock like a hungry mouth, refusing to let go. "Don't pull out yet," he whispered. "Let me feel all of it seep in. Breed your old man properly."
"O-okay, dad," Chris whispered, his cheeks flushed pink at agreeing so easily. He carefully climbed on top of Eddie like a big dog mounting another, his softer cock still buried deep in that cum-filled hole. Eddie laid his chest down on the bed, pushing his hips up, and Chris settled on top of him, draping his lanky teenage body over his father's bulk. They stayed like that, Chris stretched out across Eddie's broad back like a smaller dog on a bigger one. Their chests pressed together as much as their differing body types allowed — Chris's ribs against Eddie's shoulder blades. Chris's cock was still inside, the last few drops of seed leaking into his father's ass.
Eddie's breathing slowly evened out beneath him. He had held back his own release during the fierce fuck session, saving it deliberately. He could feel Chris's insatiable teenage appetite gnawing at him; those hungry thrusts, that desperate expression. He knew his son wasn't anywhere near being satisfied. So he'd held back, clamping down on his own climax with sheer willpower. His balls ached with the effort, heavy and full of cum he hadn't spent. He wanted to save it for next time, for when Chris inevitably came crawling back for more of that daddy ass. As they lay there, Chris's softening dick still nestled inside that warm, welcoming hole, Eddie smiled slightly to himself. He knew his son well enough to predict that this wouldn't be their last go-around.
Chris felt safe and masculine lying on top of his dad like this, his softening dick still buried in that warm, cummy hole. He didn't feel like a kid anymore; he felt like a real man who had just bred his bitch properly. They lay there in the stillness, Chris's body sprawled across his father's back, the last traces of his teen seed slowly cooling inside Eddie's stretched hole. The sheets gathered around their knees, damp with sweat and cum. No one spoke. No one dared to move to break the connection that still bound them together.