Page 2 of Don’t Call Me Son

He whimpers, hips rocking desperately onto my fingers. I finally give it to him, crushing my mouth to his in a filthy, claiming kiss, tongue pushing in deep, swallowing every protest and moan like I’m starving for them. I kiss him hard, like I’m marking his soul instead of just his body.

He pulls back, panting, “Colt, we can’t…” against my mouth, but his cock is drooling all over his own stomach.

“Time to stop playing pretend.” I pull my fingers out, grab his jaw hard enough to make his lips part, and spit directly into his open mouth. “Swallow.”

His eyes go wide with shock as he tries to turn his head, but I hold him firm. “Colt… that’s disgusting…”

“Swallow it or I’ll wake her up right now and show her what her son really is.”

He whimpers and obeys, throat working; the sight makes my cock throb painfully.

I slide down his body again, shove his knees up to his chest, folding him in half, and bury my face between his cheeks. My tongue spears into his tight hole, licking deep and nasty, eating him like I’m starving. Archie’s trying so hard to stay quiet, biting his arm, but broken little moans keep leaking out.

When he’s sloppy wet with my spit, I rear up, yank my boxers down, and slap my thick, veiny cock against his hole. “Gonna stretch you open so wide, you’ll be gaping for days.”

“Colt, please… we can’t, she’ll hear…” he begs, voice cracking.

I grip my throbbing cock at the base and line up, rubbing the fat, leaking head up and down his spit-slick hole. The sight alone is hypnotic; his tight little ring fluttering against me, still shiny from my tongue, clenching like it’s scared of what’s coming but already trying to pull me in.

“Archie… Christ,” I breathe, voice full of raw awe. “Your hole is so fucking small. I can’t believe I’m about to ruin it.”

I push forward slowly, watching intently. The head pops past that tight ring with a delicious resistance, and the heat… Jesus Christ… it’s almost enough to make me lose it right there. Inch by thick inch I sink deeper, mesmerized by the way his body stretches obscenely around me, how his abs tense and twitch, how his chest stutters with every shallow breath.

Archie’s eyes roll back hard, a strangled, broken cry ripping out of him before I can slap my hand over his mouth, muffling it. Even then, I don’t stop sinking in. I keep pushing until my heavy balls are pressed tight against him and I’m buried to the hilt, completely sheathed.

I stay here, panting, just feeling him pulse and flutter wildly around every inch of me. “That’s it… take every fucking inch.”

I start fucking him slowly, with deep strokes, the bed creaking softly. Every time he tries to protest under my palm I slam in harder. Then I feel his body tensing in a different way, his hole fluttering nervously around me.

Archie squirms, voice shaky and embarrassed under my hand. “Colt… wait, I um… really need to pee,” he mumbles desperately against my palm. “I can’t hold it much longer…”

A filthy, wicked grin spreads across my face. Perfect. I slow down, grinding hard, circling my hips so my cock stays buried to the hilt, and presses firmly against his prostate.

I lean down, my mouth right against his ear, commanding. “Listen to me, Archie. You’re gonna piss for Daddy, while I’m balls-deep inside you. I want to feel it soaking both of us while I fuck this hole.”

His eyes fly open in humiliated horror. “No! Colt, I can’t… that’s gross, I…”

I reach down and press hard on his bladder, still buried to the hilt, rolling my hips so my cock mashes his prostate. “Do it. Piss on Daddy’s cock like the filthy, disgusting little stepson you are.”

He fights it, trembling, tears of shame and overwhelming pleasure in his eyes… but the pressure wins. A hot, wet gush suddenly floods around us, soaking his balls, my thighs, the sheets. The obscene warmth makes me groan like an animal.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, pounding him harder through it, the wet squelching sounds absolutely filthy. “You’re never gonna live this down, Archie; you’ll remember how you pissed all over your stepdad’s dick like a broken little bitch.”

I uncover his mouth just to hear him whimper and moan, completely shattered.

“Gonna fill you up now. Pump so much come into your guts you’ll be dripping Daddy’s load for days. Maybe I’ll make you push it out later and eat it off the sheets like a good boy.”

Archie’s cock erupts between us untouched, shooting hard across his chest and chin while he sobs out a broken, humiliated moan.

I bury myself deep and unload, flooding his wrecked hole with thick, seemingly endless ropes. And stay buried deep for a long moment, pulsing out the last weak spurts inside him, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon. The smell of piss, come, and raw sex hangs thick in the air. Finally, I pull out slowly, watching my load immediately start to leak from his puffy hole. It’s obscene, dripping down onto the soaked sheets.

“Jesus Christ, Archie…” I mutter, voice rough but softer now as I come back to myself.

I wipe my cock on his thigh and tuck myself away, running a hand through my hair. The reality of what we just did hits like a truck. Sarah’s down the hall… my wife. His mom.

I sit up on the edge of his bed, trying to steady my breathing. “Shit. That was… too much.”

I start to stand, but Archie’s hand shoots out and grabs my wrist, surprisingly strong. “Where are you going?” His voice is small at first, then sharper. He’s still flushed, covered in our mess, looking up at me with those wide eyes. “You’re just… leaving? After that? Colt, come on. Help me change the sheets or… or wash me or something. I feel fucking gross and… don’t just dip out like that.”