At that time, I was working for a bus company from Monday to Friday as a transit operator, and I still worked as an assistant chef at a restaurant on the weekend. I confess that I like the second profession much more than the first, not only because food is truly divine, but also because it was much more dynamic and challenging than checking, guarding and instructing a large fleet of buses.
It was already Friday and I was very excited to go out with some friends for a drink. I always take Santiago with me, but of course we avoid all the intimacy we started having from the first day we felt something together.
It was almost end of business when my smartphone rang. It was Lucy, my best friend.
“Oliver?”
“Hi Lucy!”
“Hey! Is everything okay out there?”
“Yes, everything in control. What’s up?” Lucy used to work in a cafeteria.
“Everything alright, no busy movement today. Tell me, where are we going today?”
“How about right there?” I said with a laugh. Me and our friends love to make fun of her with this, because she wants to get away as far as she can from that place.
“Dumbass… I thought about that pizzeria we went to earlier this year, remember? The one with the super weird chairs.”
Oh, and how I remembered! That pizza was delicious and the atmosphere was super cozy. Santiago always wanted to go back there, but since the city is so big, we are always trying new places when we go out.
“I think it is a great idea! Call Selma too. I’ll call Steven to come with us. I know he’ll love that place,” and Steven will eat pizza like no tomorrow.
“Everybody there at 08:00 PM?”
“Okay! It is set then. See ya!”
“See you later!”
Pizza isn’t my favorite food, but I needed some comfort after an exhausting working month. September is when the city’s birthday takes place, which lasts 10 days, so the traffic becomes much more intense and denser and, about my second job, the restaurants fill up and we close at one or two in the morning.
I stopped at the market near my house to buy a few things. I took the opportunity and stopped by the cosmetics store across the street and bought pomades, shaving oil, shampoo and moisturizer. As soon as I got home, I didn’t find Santiago.
“My love?” I yelled for him when I saw he wasn’t in the living room, kitchen or bedroom. I checked the bathroom and there was no sign of him either. He only did this once and I scolded him for not telling me where he went. So, I called his cell phone.
“Santiago?”
“Hi Dad.”
“Where are you, my son?”
“I came to Peter’s house. I texted you on WhatsApp.”
Since I left work, I didn’t have internet on my phone.
“Dad was worried… Are you having fun?” Pedro was his best friend. The two grew up practically together and are also mostly together anywhere they go.
“Yes, father. I brought Forza for us to play.”
“Fine. Don’t take too long because tonight 08:00 PM we’re going to that pizza place with the bizarre chairs with the Lucy and the others.”
“Okay. See ya later!”
“I love you.”
It was still 5:20 PM so I watched a little bit of The Boys, a series that I was really into, but time went by too quickly. It was 6:40 PM and I ran to the bathroom to get ready. Oh, and Santiago didn’t get home.
I took a nice bath, put on a good perfume and an evening outfit that I liked a lot: a burgundy shirt, black slim pants and gorgeous dress shoes. To do my gray hair, I brushed it up and in a lot. I used a medium shine pomade modeled it in not very high pompadour, but well-aligned and with a crybaby in the front. I was admiring myself a little in the mirror and lightly touched my hard cock through my pants. My phone rang.
“Oliver?”
“Hey, Lu! Uh… I’m already going out.”
“No problem. Alex and I arrived just now and we are holding a table for us,” she always arrived early.
“Excellent. I should arrive in…” when I saw the time, 07:35 PM, I knew there was no chance of Santiago coming soon. Apparently, he decided to change his mind and stay at Peter’s house, “…half an hour.”
I ended the conversation and decided to give my son a little more time. I called him, I texted him and he didn’t answer. When the time was up, I said to myself:
“He didn’t say he was going, but he should have gotten home by now.”
…
The gathering was excellent, but I was concerned with the fact that my boy hasn’t arrived home. I needed to take the focus off things a bit and enjoy the moment, but the feeling was stronger than me.
…
When I got home, I caught him lying in my bed and watching TV. I put my hands on my hips and scolded him, “Why didn’t you answer me? I was waiting for you to come with me,” he looked at me with a face like someone who really didn’t want to hang out.
“I… I had fun at Peter’s house and I didn’t see the time go by.”
“Then keep an eye on your watch and your smartphone, young man.”
I couldn’t hide my frustration and felt him pouting little by little. I saw that he was wearing the same clothes from early in the morning and his hair was all messed up.
“Go take a shower!” I exclaimed, passing my hand over my temples. I sat on the bed for a minute and tried to relax as much as I could. It was just a lack of communication, that’s all.
I got up, opened the door and watched him shower. He didn’t mind and commented: “Your hair is beautiful.”
“Thanks, son.”
Praising my hair is probably my biggest weakness and he knew it. Was he trying to make up for his absence? Anyway, I took off all my clothes and laid in the bed. He came out of the bath wrapped in his green towel. Santiago was tired and so was I, especially after such grueling weeks. He didn’t want to do his hair, but I didn’t let it go.
“The good boy isn’t going to sleep with this rebellious hairdo. Come here!”
“No, dad… Do my hair for what?” I went to the dressing table, got a comb and one of my favorite pomades, high shine and really strong hold.
“Sit here,” I asked him to sit on my lap, but he silently declined. I had to pull him over to me, “we’ll go out for a little while, to a special place. I want you to be handsome!”
I managed to get his underwear off and I put him in my lap. My penis got a little tight from his weight, but I didn’t care and it just grew bigger. I poured a good amount of the product in my hand and started applying it to his hair. He pushed my arm aside and stood up, but I pulled him back again.
“Be quiet, Santiago!” he repeated what he just did, but when I pulled for the third time, he sat on my hard cock until its head was inside. He groaned in pain.
“It serves you right! Now stay put, I’m fixing your hair. Consider it a punishment.”
My son tried once more to release from my grasp, but this time I had him sit on my knees. That man was deserving a few slaps.
“Bad boy!” and I spanked his butt, but I didn’t do it so strong.
“Ouch!”
“Stop disobeying me!”
Every slap I gave was wonderful and gave me horny pulses in the same tune. I started to intersperse my spanks with fingering his asshole.
“No, dad! Stop hitting me!”
I spat on my cock and on his ass and fingered him a little more.
“You’ll have to sit down and only with my saliva. No lube. And yes, I will fix your hair.”
He tried to pull away again, but I’m much stronger than he is. I gave a good kiss on that hole and pulled it down to me. His tight ass swallowed almost half of my dick at once and he moaned in pain and a little pleasure.
“AHHHHH! Let me… Ahnnnn…” He was complaining so much that I made him scream: I pulled his hip all the way in and I whispered in his ear.
“This little bitch of mine is disobedient. He’s going to have my whole dick buried in his ass until I finish fixing his hair”
“Awnnn!… But it hurts, Oliver… Ahnnnn…” I was really mean when I didn’t apply lube, but I was so determined to punish him that I forgot about it, but, man, it was so good to be inside him. I could stay like that all day long.
I had my hands on his hips, so I wasted the product and got more pissed off. I took another good amount of pomade with one hand –the other was holding him in my lap– and said:
“If you masturbate, the pain will be milder.”
He did it as I was greasing his head, combing his hair back, in a slickback style, very classic from the 50s and 60s. It wasn’t easy because his hair was a little thick and lots of pomade, but he got so handsome with highlights and an impeccable shine. Although he was just 20, Santiago was a really handsome man.
“At least you’re gonna get used to the daddy’s cock inside you, bastard.”
Since his first anal, we only did one more time, but very slowly for him to understand and feel what sex was like. When I was done, I took my hands off of him and let him go. He was getting up slowly and still grueling.
“That one hurt, dad. It was all at once.” And when I was about to apologize, he messed up his hair saying it looked ugly. I just didn’t believe what he did. Then I decided to be really mean. He was going to get fucked just with saliva.
“You brat!” I held him tight. Now it would hurt.
“No, Dad, wait!” he knew what was coming. So, I shoved it all inside at once, making him scream. I covered his mouth so the neighbors wouldn’t get startled, and started pounding him hard while scolding.
“Naughty bitch has to get fucked hard in the ass. Are you enjoying it?”
He didn’t even respond, just moaned in pain and pleasure. I think his feelings were also very strong, and my hands too. I pulled his hair back with my hands again and held it tight, penetrating as fast as I wanted.
I was feeling his hole widening little by little. I was accelerating and stopping, always sticking going all the way in. I also stuck my tongue in his mouth, laying his back over my chest on the bed. I think I pounded him in that position for about six minutes. And the things he said just made me hornier and more made me push even harder. That was being one of the best fucks I had in my life. Then I put him by my side so I could fuck him while spooning him.
“Dad, my asshole… Ahhh!”
I was at my peak, ready to come… and so I did. For the first time I came a lot inside him, filling his asshole with milk, and I didn’t stop! I still fucked him for about two minutes in that position. He moaned a lot, but he hadn’t cum yet. I wasn’t angry anymore because the orgasm made me so much relaxed. That little boy is a piece of heaven. I didn’t understand how I could be angry to him.
When he got up from the bed, I could see that I let his anus a little open. That open hole made me horny as hell, and I wanted to penetrate it more. However, the euphoria had passed and my anger too.
He was holding his ass with his hand and I said:
“Santiago… Go to the bathroom, my son,” he sat on the toilet and expelled all my cum out. Then I realized that I was cruel to him and I was sad. It wasn’t one of the best fucks in my life anymore. He was my son and I almost raped him. Lucky for us, he didn’t bleed and I hope he didn’t have injuries.
When he came back from the bathroom walking slowly, I didn’t expect anything else. Maybe he really doesn’t enjoy pain. Maybe there’s no way he can learn to like it after this experience. I just laid down to try to relax and get my head together.
“Dad…”
He came to me and hugged me. I gave him a big hug as an apology and gave him a lot of affection and said, “I won’t do this again.”
We held each other for a while before I got up. I fixed his hairstyle again, and went to the kitchen to get some chocolate. He loves white chocolate.
I put some pieces in his mouth because I care about him. We even played biting the pieces in each other’s mouths with gentle kisses, in a very different way from the sex we had.
“Is your ass feeling sore?”
“Yes… Will it turn red?”
“A little, but soon the pain will be gone. I’ll get that panthenol cream for you.”
The clock ticked 00:45 AM and I decided to advance the surprise that I would have done in the next days.
“Are you done?”
“Yes, dad.”
“We’re going for a ride now. I’ll take you to a very good place.”
I asked Santiago to go to the car and get some things out of there. I got some other things and put them in a backpack. Finally, we went out to a place that I was sure would make that boy fall completely in love with me.