Daddy’s Drinking Problem
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his preteen son. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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Daddy has this problem. He drinks a lot sometimes. I have a problem, too. I’ve always wanted to touch his dick. I don’t know why, but since I was about 7 or so I’ve watched to touch it. I’ve been able to check it out sometimes, like when he comes out of the shower, or we change together at the pool.  As I’ve gotten older (I’m 10 now) I’ve also wondered what it might taste like.  I’ve looked up stuff on the Internet, and it’s only made we want to do it more. In fact, just last night I was looking for pictures and found some where a guy is on his back, and the other guy is sitting down on him, pushing his hard dick up his butt! I couldn’t imagine that would feel good, but the look on his face was enough to have me doing a search for videos.  I finally found some and wow! A lot of guys seem to like doing this!

I did some experimenting with putting my finger in my butt, but that was just okay. So I got a hold of a candle and tried that. That felt really good surprisingly, although it was hard to get it to slide back and forth even using that lube stuff.

And here we were, another night with Dad passed out in his underwear on the couch. I carefully removed the beer bottle from his hand and put it in the kitchen. Like I’ve done so many times, I played with the hairs on his chest and belly.  Usually he snorts and moves a little, but tonight he was so drunk he barely moved at all.  It was then I got an idea.  I grabbed a flashlight, turned it on, and held it against the opening in his boxers. I could see his thick meat lying there.  I swallowed as my mouth suddenly felt dry.  I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.  I ran my hand over his muscular thigh and watched his face closely or any signs of waking. He didn’t even stir.

I got a little more brave now.  I reached inside the fly and touched his soft penis briefly, yanking my hand quickly away and almost running into the hallway. Nothing.  I came back and this time rubbed his dick a little bit. He smacked his lips together a little, but that was the only response I got.  Feeling more bold, I actually gently lifted his dick out through the opening and lay it outside his underwear.  It seemed bigger than it had been earlier.  I ran my finger over the fleshy shaft and then rubbed a bit at the head of his dick.  He stirred a bit, but not enough to make me panic. At least not completely. When I looked back down at his dick, I noticed it was growing and getting hard.  I reached in and pulled his balls carefully out, too.  They were covered in black, curly hairs. His nuts seemed so big to me.

I watched as his dick swelled and got stiff.  It seemed to slowly unfurl like a flag until it was standing straight up.  I ran my fingers up and down the hard shaft until I couldn’t resist it anymore.  That’s right! I opened my mouth and put his cock inside it.  I was surprised my heartbeat didn’t wake him up it seemed so loud.  It tasted slightly salty but felt so good sliding against my tongue.  After a bit I stopped and decided to taste his nut sac, too.  The hairs felt funny in my mouth, but I enjoyed their taste and how he moaned when I did it.

I returned to sucking his cock for a bit longer.  He mumbled things and smiled, but mostly he stayed asleep.  I decided there was no better time than the present to take this all the way.  I wanted the whole experience while I could get it. He didn’t always get THIS drunk!  I got up, went to my room, stripped out of all my clothes, and grabbed the lube.  I put some on my fingers and then rubbed it on the outside and inside of my hole before going back to Daddy’s sleeping body.

He was on the couch exactly as I had left him, his dick still shiny from my spit.  I climbed onto the couch, straddled his body with my legs, and then I took hold of his dick and pushed it against my butthole.  Then I slowly started sitting backward.  It felt good when the tip entered me, but as I continued to force more his thick dick inside my hole, it started to hurt more.  It felt like a mop handle or small branch going up my butt!  I almost stopped, but then I saw the look on his face, and I thought about how his dick was finally inside me. I couldn’t stop now!  So I put my arm up to my mouth and bit down as I shoved my butt downward.

As his pole continued filling my ass, I felt his fingers grab my hips.  I was so scared now, but his eyes hadn’t opened.  I could feel him moving beneath me, his dick sliding up and down. In spite of the pain, it felt so good!  Remembering one of the videos where one of the guys told the other one to “ride that fucking cock!” I started doing the same.  I used my legs to lift and lower my body.  Daddy started moaning more loudly, so I sped up.  Soon I wanted all of him inside me, and so I forced myself to sit all the way.  My butt felt like it was on fire, but once I was sitting on him, I reached back and could feel where his dick had gone inside me.  I pushed myself down more feeling more of him enter me. My fingers could feel the hairs from his balls as well. 

I started riding him harder then.  It felt so good, and Daddy moaned so loudly I just kept going.  Soon I found myself sitting down hard each time thrusting him deep inside me. That felt even more amazing, and soon Daddy cried out.  I stopped thinking I had hurt him, but I could feel his dick moving inside me.  I remembered seeing the dicks on the videos twitching a lot when they shot that white stuff out.  I think it’s called coming.  I squeezed my butt muscles and felt his dick jerking inside my ass again, so I figured he was for sure coming.  That put a real big smile on my face!

I leaned down and kissed his chest as his dick kept moving inside me.  When I figured it was finally time to get off him, I was almost sad, but his dick had started shrinking after a bit.  I went to the bathroom and got one of those wet wipes you use on your butt after you poop and cleaned Daddy’s dick off.  I could see a little blood on his penis, and when I wiped my butt I saw it came from me so I stopped freaking out that I had hurt him.  Then I carefully tucked his dick and balls back inside his underwear, kissed him on the lips and went to bed.  Even though my butt ached, I had never been so happy.  I fell asleep so fast.

In the morning Daddy was in the same spot on the couch, only his dick was standing straight up out of his underwear.  I went over to him and gently shook him, but he didn’t move.  So I decided to take care of things.  I was afraid to put it in my butt again since I figured he’d wake up, so instead I stroked it for a bit before sucking it.  My mouth moved up and down his cock enjoying the feel of his thick dick until he came again.  The salty stuff shot inside my mouth surprising me and making me cough, but I swallowed what I could.  When I was done, I licked any of the white stuff that had streamed down his dick so that it was all clean.  When it had softened again, I tucked it back inside his underwear and then got breakfast.

Dad eventually woke up about 3 hours later, after I had given him another blowjob.  I couldn’t help myself! I loved getting his dick hard and feeling him inside me.  He obviously didn’t feel too well, so he let me help him to his room.  I helped him undress, which was really fun, although I couldn’t touch anything I really wanted to.  I got his shower ready and helped him into it.

He struggled the rest of the day.  I could tell he was real hung-over. Kind of scared me a bit, though, when he mentioned some really “fucked up dreams” he had last night, but he wouldn’t tell me what they were.  I asked him if the dreams were fun, and he said “Fuck yes!” which made me feel better.

I had thought he might not drink tonight because he felt so bad, but sure enough he started in right before dinner.  I started bringing him drinks to make it easier.  As he got more drunk, I began shedding my clothes.  He didn’t seem to notice when I was standing there in nothing but my underwear.  “You’re being sssuch a good helpah tonight, Sssammy,” he slurred, patting me on the head.  “Come shit down next to me.” Then he started laughing “Shit! Hahahaha!”  

I cuddled up against him, resting my hand on one of his hairy thighs.  He talked nonsense while I stroked his leg.  When I was moving my fingertips up and down his thigh, he slurred “You better quit that, Shammy.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Cuz you’ll make things get hard,” he replied and then started laughing again.

“I don’t mind,” I replied which only made him laugh harder.

For whatever reason I was feeling awfully brave. I got up, went to my room, got naked, lubed my butt and returned to the couch.  Dad looked at me weird this time.  His eyes followed me as I came and sat down next to him. “Shammy, where are your clothes?”

“In my bedroom.”

“Shmart ash. Why aren’t they on you?” he asked.  

I began rubbing his thigh. “For fun.”

His head seemed to make a circle, and then he tried to focus on me as my hand went inside his boxers. “Shammy. . . “ he began as he tried to make sense out of what was going on.  I had his dick out of his boxers, though, and my lips were around his meat by the time he got the next word out: “Shtop.”  I sucked like crazy trying to make him so hard he wouldn’t stop me.  I loved feeling his meat grow and stiffen inside my mouth.  “Shammy,” he said again, his fingers on my head.  Afraid he was going to make me stop, I forced more of his dick into my mouth.  I gagged as it went down my throat, but I kept sucking. “Oh sshhiitt!” he said.  I looked up to see his head laying back, his mouth wide open, and his eyes closed.

He had stopped resisting me, or had passed out, and so I took a quick gamble.  I stopped blowing him, grabbed his boxers, and then I pulled them off so that he was completely naked. God I loved seeing him naked, his cock standing straight up!  I went down on him and continued sucking.  “Oh Shammy! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Okay, Daddy,” I said thinking he wanted to fuck me. Now I was REALLY excited!  I straddled him again and kissed his chest and neck.  

“Shammy. . . “ he slurred again, and then “SHAMMY!” when he felt his meat push inside my ass.  “SHAMMY!” he said again as I forced more of it into me.  I figured he would put an end to this if he got his wits, and so I went a little faster than I probably should.  I forced my butt down until almost all of his dick was inside me.  I ignored the burning and pain as his thick cock filled me.  Then I kissed his neck and cheek as I started moving back and forth.  Suddenly his lips parted, and I kissed him on his mouth.  He slid his tongue into my mouth and grabbed the back of my head crushing me against his lips as he kissed me deeply.  It scared me actually!

“You really like shish?” he asked. “Daddy’s dick in your assh?”

“Yes, Daddy! I love it!”

He squeezed my ass cheeks hard, and I forced the rest of his meat inside me.  I felt his knees rise, and then he started pushing up with his hips.  I leaned back against his muscular legs.  “Mother fuckin’ sonofabitch!” Daddy cried out as I started moving up and down on his hard cock faster.  After a bit, I heard him say “Get off, Sammy.” Suddenly he sounded more sober.

“Please don’t make me stop, Daddy.”

He laughed a quick, short, almost snort. “We ain’t stopping Sammy Boy.  I’m fuck that tight hole of yours something good.”  He helped me as I moved off his lap, his hard dick withdrawing out of me. It hurt a bit more right when it popped out of me.  Dad moved from the couch and guided me onto my back.  He grabbed my legs and shoved them backwards until my ankles were against the arm of the couch.  Then he was on top of me.  I felt his dick go in slowly at first, and then he pushed forward before I was prepared.  I gasped as he sank his pole deep inside me.  “That’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about!” he said.

His fingers gripped my calves as he started moving up and down rapidly, ramming his thick cock into my aching hole.  Soon he was pounding against me so hard that I was grunting, and I could hear our bodies slapping together. “That’s some seriously tight ass!” Daddy said apparently to no one.  He shoved my legs apart, and I saw his face moving toward mine quickly.  His lips crushed against mine, and his tongue thrust into my mouth as he picked up speed.  “Anyone been in that ass before?” he asked.

“No! Daddy!” I forced out between gasps.

“Let’s keep it that way. I want it all to myself.”  He had slowed down now, and I could feel his dick moving inside me as he moved his hips in wide circles.  “Open your eyes. I want to do this again when I’m completely sober.” I nodded my head.  “That’s a good boy.”  He kissed me again briefly, and then I felt him pull out of me.

The next thing I knew he had grabbed my legs and yanked me off the couch.  I was on my knees and being spun around before I could react.  Dad’s hand positioned me, and my chest was forced over the couch.  Then his cock was buried inside me again.  I looked back and could see he was standing up with his knees bent, and he really shoved that dick in deep.  I moaned loudly as he drove it completely in and then pushed it even deeper.  I felt his long meat pull backward and pop out.  Then he inserted just the tip before ramming the full length back inside making me cry out. “You like the fucking dick?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Damn right you do, Sammy! And you’re gonna get lots of it, boy!”  I smiled as he continued pounding my hole. “You know what you’re doing after I fuck you?”

“No,” I grunted.

“You’re gonna suck my dick until it’s hard, and then you’re going to blow me until I shoot my jizz down your throat. I wanna feel you swallow my seed.”
I knew what blowing meant from the Internet but had no clue what jizz was. If he wanted it though, and it involved his big dick, I didn’t care.  Suddenly I felt his fingers dig into my shoulders as he picked up speed, and soon I heard him cry out and then felt his dick twitching inside my butt again. My dad seemed frozen for several seconds as his meat moved inside me.  Then I felt him slowly pulling out of me.  When he was standing back up, he said “God. Fucking. Damn.”  

“Can I get up now, Daddy?” He nodded as he grabbed his boxers off the floor and used them to wipe the sweat off his face.  I was standing up when he came over to me with a huge grin.  His thumb moved along my bottom lip, and he pulled me to him.  My face was crushed against his belly button.  I could smell his sweat and sex.  I moved my hand to the black bush of hair between his legs and felt the dampness there before taking my fingers and rubbing his semihard dick.  I looked up into his brown eyes and saw him smiling at me.  

“I don’t know how or why, and I don’t really fucking care. Just keep doing what you’ve been doing,” he said.  I smiled and kissed the base of his dick.  I could feel it swelling already. “I can’t fucking believe it.” I kissed it again and then bent down so that I could put it in my mouth, and then I began blowing him.  He let me do it like this as his cock grew in my mouth, and then he stopped me.  He lay back down on the couch, one of his feet resting on the floor and his other leg up on the top of the couch.  “Get to work, son,” he said smiling.  I rushed to get between his legs and started sucking him again.

It was so much better doing it while he was awake.  I could hear him moan, and I loved it when he put his hand on my head.  Somehow the weight just made it all feel better.  After a while he started pushing my head down, though, and when he did this I could feel his dick pushing at the back of my throat. I coughed when he did it, and when she shoved it down even more I thought I might throw up, but I didn’t.

Mostly Dad let me blow him how I wanted, but every so often he would take charge and really shove it in deep, pulling my head down further. “Swallow that cock, Sammy!” he said a few times when I tried to resist.  I loved the feel of his dick in my mouth, the way it felt against my tongue, the smell from that bush of hair.  I continued sucking for what seemed like forever until he started going faster.  I could hear him moaning. “Suck it, boy! Yes! Get that cum!”

Cum I knew. Was it the same as jizz? All I knew from the movies I had seen was that it shot out of the dick.  It was white and wasn’t piss, but the guys always shot it on the other guy or girl. I didn’t know you were supposed to swallow it.  I was really getting into it now.  The way he forced it down my throat made me want to do better each time, and soon I wasn’t gagging near as much.

Daddy continued to kind of fuck my throat for a while longer.  I could feel slobber running out of my mouth.  My hair was now in his fist, and he was moving more urgently.  His dick seemed to swell just a bit more, and after a while longer, just when I thought I couldn’t take his thrusting anymore, his dick lodged deep in my throat.  I held my breath because it was too hard to breathe, and then I tasted and felt a flood of stuff in my throat and mouth.  I was afraid I couldn’t hold my breath much longer, and so I began swallowing. “YES, Sammy! YES! Swallow that shit mother fucker!”  I moved my head up a little so I could at least breathe, but I continued swallowing the salty liquid that gushed into my mouth.

When his dick pumping had slowed down, I felt him let go of my hair.  I went back to sucking him making sure to continue to swallow any of the cum that escaped from his dick.  When I looked up at Daddy, he was wiping his forehead with his forearm and softly saying “Fucking hell.”  I went back to sucking, and he stopped me.  I still wanted to have fun, so instead I focused on sucking his sweaty balls.  Daddy moaned as he spread his legs further apart. “Fuck, Sammy!” he said, his fingers running through my sweat-dampened hair.

After a bit he pulled me away from his groin, and I got to lay on top of his naked body with my head resting on his chest.  I could hear him breathing, and his heart was beating pretty fast.  One of his hands rested on my lower back.  After he had fallen asleep once and snored himself awake, we got up and turned out all the lights.  He tucked me in, said goodnight, and then he went to his room.  I lay in my dark room smiling.  I couldn’t believe this was all happening, and mostly I couldn’t believe he was going to do this without being drunk.  Although since he was drunk, would he forget? I wondered.

I must’ve been exhausted because the next thing I knew I was waking up in my room, and it was daylight.  I got up, went potty, and then went looking for Daddy.  Since he wasn’t in any of the other rooms, I finally checked his bedroom.  He was still asleep, and I carefully climbed into bed with him and snuggled against him.  He began to stir as I played with his chest hairs. “Morning,” he said after a bit.

“Morning, Daddy!”  He looked at me, and I moved up to kiss him.  I could feel his dick was hard when my knee lightly touched it.  I kissed him on the lips and began playing with his cock.  I felt his rough hand slide down my bare back until it was squeezing my ass cheek.

“So last night wasn’t a dream?” he asked.  I smiled and shook my head no.  I felt his tongue in my mouth as his finger moved into my crack.  I had put more of that lube stuff in it when I went to the bathroom, so his finger slid right into my hole.  I moaned softly.  “Time to give me that ass again, Sammy.”  I giggled and slid over as he moved from underneath me.  I felt his body go over mine, and then his hand guided his stiff dick into my hole.

“Oh Daddy!” I purred as I felt his meat slowly sliding into me.

He kissed my shoulder, and I heard him say “We’re going to take this one nice and slow at first.  Gonna make this fucking last.”  His dick slowly moved deeper inside me.  He kissed my cheek and then said: “And then when I’m hard again I’m going to fuck your ass good and hard, boy. Gonna make you scream.”  In response I pushed my butt against him making it swallow more of his meat. “That’s my good little boy.”  
Yeah, this was a LOT better when he wasn’t drunk, but drunk and sober or I was going to get his dick in me every chance I got.  That I knew for sure.