Manhood

By R D

Published on May 31, 2017

Bisexual

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Paul held still, flexing his cock inside the cunt. He normally did not like to drag out these hookups, but Shelly was a little different. She gazed up at him, pearly teeth sank into her ball gag. Her toes flexed and curled, fighting against the restraints that bound her feet to her thighs, keeping her knees bent and cunt available. She was his favorite breeding ground. He gave those tits an almost too-tight squeeze as he picked up the pace again, rearing back to loom over her with authority. He had a laborer's build, with strong arms and wide shoulders, all covered in a dense forest of black hair. He ran his hand over the belly, imagining it soon to be swollen. He pulled out slowly, examining the nine inch uncut monster resting outside the gaping and twitching hole, covered in a thick gloss of cunt juice, before slamming it back in. He grabbed his bitch and began to rut, snarling and grunting. Shelly fought back whines and moans, trying to remain obedient and quiet, cunt twitching and tingling from the massive cock sawing away inside her. He hilted and let out an animalistic roar as he came hard, pumping hot cum straight into her body. Shelly lost control, bouncing and jumping, trying to ride more and milk every bit of cum she should from her stud.

He stayed still again, watching the sweat fall from his face t land on her tits. He raised her hips, making sure all the cum would dribble deeper into her, not that he needed the extra tricks when it came to impregnating. He at last pulled free from her and unfastened her gag. Shelly opened her mouth a few times, stretching her sore jaw. She stayed on her back, as the binds were unfastened, happily fingering what juice did slip out back into herself.

"Good work as always," Paul said, rising to his feet and collecting a nearby towel from the bedroom floor, mopping the sweat from his body. He left his cock along, though, wishing for her glaze and scent to dry naturally. "I'd go a few more rounds, but I have plans. Tyler is turning 12. Finally starting to shoot. Time for his initiation."

"Has it been 12 years already?" Shelly cooed softly, rubbing her belly, thinking of the new life inside her. "Now, was Tyler the one with me or with Maryann?"

"Alison, actually. Maryann had Steven two years before Tyler, and I got Eric out of you the next year. Eric is turning out to be a little stud, too. 11 and he's already bragging about having the biggest dick in class," Paul rumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "That's what I like about you. All the boys out of your cunt have grown up right. Tyler, well," he trailed off, scratching his nails through his stubble. "He's a sensitive boy. Only one I had with Maryann. All the boys want crew cuts like their daddy, but he wants his hair long, and it gets in his eyes. I don't care if they suck and fuck one another, but I always find him at home with his ass raised or face all covered. Even from the younger boys." He shook his head and rose to his feet. "I better be off. It'll be a long night."

Shelly kept herself in the position on her back, rocking gently, as if she could already feel the change. Paul stepped out, dressing slowly as he headed back outside to his car. The summer night air was still warm, the orange sunset casting long shadows around the little rural town. His car started up as he began to head home, basking in the scents of sweat and cunt still clinging to his body. Thankfully, it wasn't long to go at all, but he still took his time, letting his thoughts wander.

Tyler. Such a good boy. Best grades in the family, that's for sure. Even if he didn't play football like the other boys. He had done well in scouts, but he didn't like overnight trips away from home.

Paul shook the stray thoughts from his head as he pulled into his driveway. Bugsy, the prize Great Dane, lifted his head from his paws to look at him. They exchanged a glance the transcended species, a confirmation between two men to say 'I just knocked her up.' Bugsy had given Paul the same look many a time while studding for some pure blood pups. Paul paused by the door, letting the dog sniff the cunt scent on his crotch before letting out a low whine. "Easy, boy, easy. We'll find you a bitch soon enough," he chuckled before stepping inside.

The old farm house was huge, but most days, it felt like it could be nothing but a living room and a kitchen. All four of his sons, at least those currently living at home, were sprawled out in various states of undress in the living room. Evan, the oldest, was fully dressed. At 16, he went out most nights with friends or with girls. He gave his father a friendly wave. Steven and Eric sat together on the couch, the elder wrapping his arm around the youngster's slim shoulders, both stark naked. Eric idly fiddled with his own preteen boner while half-watching TV.

And there was Tyler. He lay on the living room floor on his belly in nothing but a pair of white briefs, a damp spot on the back from what was almost certainly the other boy's cum. Paul took a breath and rumbled, "You boys didn't let Tyler get off, did you?"

The boys collectively exchanged a sheepish glance. He had hoped they would at least wait until after the boy's initiation, but failing that, he hoped they at least wouldn't let him get off. The idea bothered him. A man gets off. The idea of just taking loads and not needing to blow your own made his head spin. Evan finally spoke up, "Sorry, Dad. Just needed to make sure I'd last more than 30 seconds inside my girl tonight. Put my first load in Tyler for good luck."

"Boy, if you only last 30 seconds, that's all you need to knock it out of the park," Paul replied before clapping his son on the shoulder. "Now get out there and make me proud." He turned to the naked pair and nodded, "Steven, you look after your brother. It might be a late one for us. And Tyler," he said, the slim, hairless boy glancing up at him from the carpet. "We're going to go in about an hour, so you might want to wash up and get changed." Paul at last sat down in his own recliner, the one spot the boys knew not to tread, his own throne in this castle. He peeled his clothes off, the boys all reacting to the scent of sweat and cunt in the air. Evan adjusted his own aching boner before stepping out, one whiff of his dad's musk enough to send him into the night to look for another place to dump his load. Steven and Eric began to grind a little faster, the ruby tips of cocks poking free from foreskins before being swallowed up again. Tyler wriggled, softly grinding his own stiffy against the floor before crawling up between his dad's legs. He looked up with those soft blue eyes that all the men of their line had, lips pursed.

"Can I lick it clean, Dad?" he asked timidly. Paul groaned a bit, cock plumping at the words.

"I don't know, boy. I mean, we've got a date for tonight. I know my third load can still work just fine, but," he struggled to come up with an answer. He glanced at the end of the couch where the other boys were already locked in a 69, those fuzzy teenage nuts bouncing off the younger boy's forehead. "Fine. But be quick, because I don't want to be late tonight."

Tyler wasted no time, seizing his father's cock and peeling back the hood. He placed his tongue on the crown before rolling the skin back trapping his tongue inside it. He wiggled it around, hands massaging and squeezing the girthy shaft. Paul growled lowly, sliding his ass forward to let those huge nuts dangle off the edge of the chair. Tyler worked hard and faster, worshiping his father, head bobbing and hands groping, smearing the drool down across the shaft, working it into the base and over the huge balls. "Fuck, boy. This is why I don't let women suck my cock. It just doesn't compare unless you have one." Tyler's eyes brightened, as if to thank his father for the praise, but he showed no interest in removing the huge cock his mouth to reply, pulling the hood back to swirl his mouth over the head. Paul watched as he other two pumped eagerly away at each other, Eric's little fingers rooting around at his brother's backdoor, slipping into that fuzzy crack. Paul grinned, the first signs that his son would have a hairy hole like his own starting to show. Eric pull off his brother's cock to pull his hips forward, happily eating that pucker as Steven sat back, his ass threatening to smother the boy as he got an world class rim job. Paul considered yanking the boy off his cock to make him rim him for a time, but he did not want to break the fire and intensity of the boy's concentration.

His massive nuts churned as he watched his son working harder and faster, eyes connected with his father's. "Yeah, suck that cock that made you. You want your brothers down your belly, huh? You want meet to breed your mouth?" Paul growled. He tried to not feminize the boys, but it all felt too good. "Yeah, suck that Daddy dick. Worship it. It gave you life, fucking kneel and worship." He felt that tension building, the boy's hands in a blur as he stroked the shaft. He turned and glanced at the other pair, now both kneeling behind Tyler, stroking themselves, wanting to witness their father's climax. Paul snarled through his teeth, the boys looking at him with pleading eyes, no one daring to cum before their maker. The heat rose up into his chest as he let out a howl, cum flooding Tyler's mouth in spurt after spurt. The other two dashed into point their cocks at the upturned face, unloading a mix of thick teen spunk and watery preteen cum across Tyler's cheeks. Paul pulled out, smearing the last bit of his load across the boy's forehead, anointing him with cum. "Good boy. Come on, let's go shower."

Despite the older exterior, Paul had spent a lot of time and effort in remodeling the house, particularly the bathroom. He was told it was more of a Japanese style with a floor drain and shower-heads around the room, along with the a tub in the corner. He turned on the hot water and stepped in, washing away the scents of lust still clinging to his body. Tyler toddled in shortly there after, stepping up next to his father. Despite the multiple shower-heads, he insisted on pressing up against his father's side, soaking in the warmth. The hot water matted his hair down to his head, falling over his eyes again. Tyler gave a shy smile before dropping down to his knees, hands raised like a puppy. Paul rolled his eyes but could not bring himself to deny the boy. It was his birthday after all. He shook that thick cock and peeled the skin back to expose the head before relaxing, a hot rush of piss soaking over the boy. Not all of his sons were pigs, but Tyler was for sure. He even had to make a new house rule about not wasting water and sitting the shower all day, hoping to get soaked by each of his brothers. Paul aimed the stream at the boy's rapidly hardening cock before drifting up his flat tummy and hairless chest. He make sure to hit each nipple, evoking little mewls of pleasure from the boy. He held the stream there at his chest, letting the boy decide if he wanted that last step. Tyler dove in, mouth open to catch the last few drops of his father's piss on his tongue before smearing it into his body with his hands. Paul shook his head and smiled, "Come on, little pig. Better was that off good. We've got somewhere to be."

After a more proper shower and changing into some comfortable clothes, Paul herded Tyler into the car. He stepped back inside to say goodnight to the others, but Steven already had his ass in the air again, so he left them their business. The sunset had fully transitioned to night, the dark expanding out in all directions, broken up by the occasional streetlight. The car came to life as they backed out of the drive way and started down the road. The silence weighed heavy on them, broken by the rare passing of another car. Paul struggled to find the words. All the boys before him had either been full of questions or bouncing in their seat. Tyler was Tyler, though, just looking at the window. "You'll do fine," he said, taking a wild guess at the boy's feelings.

"Thanks," Tyler replied, unsure if it was correct. The silence hung a little longer before the boy spoke in a nervous voice. "Do I have to do it?"

"Just once," Paul said quietly. He smiled at the boy, one hand on the wheel, the other atop the boy's head. "If you aren't hooked, you'll come home to me and your brothers. But in this family, this is an important part of being a man. Your granddaddy did the same for me. I, well, I was more like your than you realize." Paul felt his face burn, thinking back to his younger days. Tyler looked up, eyes wide, fully engaged. "Don't go telling your brothers now, but I was. I always preferred getting your granddaddy and your uncle fuck me good. Hell, I'd catch them both at the same time and could nearly fit two at once! And don't get me started on how I got into the dog breeding business." Tyler burned red at this joke. If it was a joke.

"But Pa was there for my first time. And after that, I knew what I wanted. So after tonight, I think you'll learn something about yourself. Now, do you want to ask some questions?"

Tyler nodded quickly, starting to squirm in his seat, the changes subtly taking him over. He fidgeted and toyed with his hair, trying to come up the words. "Do I have to put my mouth on it?"

Paul held back a laugh as they turned into a brighter residential neighborhood, passing newer homes with nicer cars. At least, homes that looked nice and new on the outside. "No. Remember that this is a job and you're doing this for our family bloodline. You only need to do that if she won't let you otherwise. Now fingers, you'll learn to get good with those. Best way to get her wet and ready so you don't have to fuss with any lube."

The car pulled to a stop outside one of the cookie-cutter houses. Paul stepped out of the car, Tyler scrambling to follow him. They walked to the door, which swung open before they could knock. The slim brunette smiled at him, dressed in a white blouse and beige skirt. A little too buttoned up for his tastes, but he knew they would be on the floor soon enough. "Paul, so good to see you again!" she said, pulling him into an embrace. "And you must be Tyler! Oh, my daughter is just going to love you!" She took the boy by the hand and ushered him inside.

"Minna, you are a beauty," Paul said, taking her into his arms. He kissed her, letting it linger on her lips for a little too long. A nervous looking man with frizzy red hair stumbled up from the living room to greet them. Paul nodded curtly to him, "Doc."

Dr Heddy returned the nod meekly before turning to Tyler, smiling at him, "Hello, Tyler! Have you been brushing and flossing regularly? I think we have you scheduled for a check-up soon."

"I think all the boys are just about due. Maybe we'll make a day of it, get the whole clan polished up and pretty," Paul replied, wrapping his arm around Minna. His hand idly groped and squeezed her tit in her blouse. Dr Heddy squirmed, opening his mouth as if to speak before silencing himself. He turned back to Tyler, trying to keep his voice steady. "You know, I have a son about your age, too. He and I were just off for a little father and son trip for ice cream. Even dentists can enjoy sweets in moderation." He turned back over his shoulder and called, "Jake. I'm ready to leave."

The boy stepped out from the living room, jet black hair and blue eyes, naked as a jaybird. He did not break stride, uncut cock bouncing off his thighs as he walked. He looked up at Paul and the two shared a knowing smile. The preteen yawned and headed back to his room. Dr Heddy folded his arms, "Jacob Michael Heddy, you put clothes on this instant. And I said that I'm ready to go."

"We leave when I say," Jake replied curtly, heading down the hall towards his bedroom. Paul held back a laugh as he continued to grope Minna's breast, thumb circling the nipple tented in her blouse. Dr Heddy whirled in the spot, as if hunting for anything else in the room to look at, but he always returned to that thick forearm wrapped around his wife.

"Boys. I can't keep a stitch of clothes on mine either. I do appreciate that you left him intact, though, Doc," Paul said.

Minna quickly put up a hand before her husband could speak. "Actually," she said, "that was me. He wanted the boy to be cut like his father, but I insisted that we leave him as the good lord intended." She laughed, somehow pointedly at the poor doctor's expense.

At last, his son returned, changing into proper clothes. He smiled at Tyler and Paul before seizing his father's wrist. "Alright, let's go."

"And Doc," Paul said, glancing at them as he finally released the woman and rested his hand on the door frame. "Enjoy your evening. I know I'll enjoy mine." He closed the door and snapped it shut. "Now, with that settled, where's the lady of the hour?"

"Erica is upstairs. You know, I think she might be a bit nervous. It's her first, after all."

"Tyler, too. Don't worry, I think they'll catch on fast."

"Oh, I hope so," Minna said, stepping forward to squeeze the bulge in Paul's jeans. "Come on, I've been waiting all year for this."

The pair walked up the stairs with the timid Tyler following behind. Minna threw open the bedroom door, revealing the young red-haired girl, dressed in nothing but a white bra and panties. She blushed, the red coming out brightly in her cheeks as he tried to cover herself modestly.

"Mother!" Erica cried, squirming as the trio entered.

"Oh, sweetheart, I told you to not worry about your clothes. We'll be losing them soon enough," Minna cooed, taking her daughter into her arms. Paul took his cue and began to strip down, showing no hesitation in pulling his shirt free and dropping his pants, thick pool already at half mast. Tyler followed suit, a bit slower as he glanced up at the shy girl. Paul helped the boy with this shirt, the warm body helping to ease some of his tension as he stripped him naked. He let those big rough hands roam the slim body, placing an affection kiss atop the boy's head. Minna stripped free of her own clothing, breasts falling free and shaven cunt exposed. She climbed into bed, already assuming the position.

Paul nudged the boy towards the girl. Tyler gave a few shaky steps towards Erica before working up a smile. She looked him up and down, squirming from the rush of new feelings. Tyler reached out, cupping her clothed breasts before letting his hands slide down to the front of her panties. The girl let out a soft whimper of newfound pleasure as he fingers teased and stroked around the dampening lips. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra before guiding Tyler's hands to her budding breasts. Tyler squeezed and fondled before sliding back down to that cunt, the wetness now darkening the front of the cotton underwear, before grabbing the elastic and easing them down, marveling at the sight of that virgin pussy. The parents waved them closer, and the girl took her position on her back beside her mother. Paul stood between them and reached out with each hand. Two fingers on his left easily sank into Minna, her cunt already juicy and wet with anticipation. His right teased and stroked Erica's lips, working carefully in to feel the tender membrane of her hymen. He nodded to Tyler as he withdrew his fingers. He mimicked his father's movements, starting to finger and tease, working gradually deeper. The girl raised her hips, trying to grind and ride against the fingertips, one hand squeezing her mother's, the other groping her own breasts.

At last, Paul set to work. He moved up onto the bed on his knees. He peeled the hood of his cock back, exposing the glossy head, the scent of sex filling the room as he rubbed the sensitive head at her entrance before plunging in. Minna let out a cry as he yanked back, the tightness of her pussy pulling the skin back over the head before pushing forward again in deep slow strokes. Minna seized her legs behind the knee to spread herself, tits bouncing in time with his thrusts. The children observed closely, mouths agape from the primal rutting. Paul loomed over her, muscles flexing as he pumped her full of cock. "You off the pill, woman?"

"Yes!" Minna cried, eyes fluttering, "I am! I'm off!"

The trusts picked up pace, filling the room with the slapping of flesh, those heavy balls crashing into her taint. "Yeah, no IUD, no diaphragm. You're about to get bred, huh? You want that? You want to get knocked up?" Minna's body quivered as she pulled her knees back further, presenting herself like an animal for the alpha male to fuck and breed. Paul turned, locking eyes with his son, teeth flashing into a grin as he pounded away, the wild lust growing to be too much. He stared at that sweet son, letting him know that this was power, this was manliness, this was what he needed to do.

He needed to breed.

Paul slammed in hard, the head pushing against Minna's cervix, the soft spongy flesh gripping against him as he let loose a howl, cum erupting inside her. He held her still, filling his chalice, ensuring her hips were raised to take every drop. Minna stayed silent, face ready and body tingling, shaking with unrivaled pleasure from the sensation of a breeding that only Paul could deliver. He squeezed, milking out every drop, even giving a few more shallow thrusts to push all he could to the back, before pulling out. His cock still stood out of his body at full attention.

Tyler squirmed, wanting to dive down on it, but he knew that he needed to be manly. He turned his attentions back to Erica, the river of juices running down his wrist. He eased himself carefully onto his knees. He fidgeted and squirmed, half hard. He tugged and stroked himself, turning to stare at his daddy's massive breeding tool. His cock plumped as he pushed the head into the girl. They both fumbled and moved awkwardly trying to get the angle right. Every adjustment made Tyler's cock soften a bit more before finally slipping out. His face burned hot with shame, tugging helplessly at his cock to try to stiffen it again.

Paul stepped up behind the boy, cock still dripping with cunt juice. He spread the boy's legs and pushed the head against his pucker. Tyler let out a soft groan as he immediately snapped to attention, squatting on his father's cock, stretchy hole swallowing the head. He bounced on the first few inches, his cock now at full attention and bouncing against his tummy with his movements. Those thick fingers reached around to aim the boy's cock at that virgin cunt, pushing it inside. Tyler shivered, feeling the exquisite heat and tightness around him. He inched forward, feeling the girl shift, preparing for what had to be done. Paul tightened his grip, giving a few firm thrusts into his son, the movements pushing him a little harder each time, before driving his cock balls deep into his son, causing him to lurch forward and speed into the girl, popping that cherry.

Erica let out a cry as she felt the tear, but Paul began to move his son in time with his own thrusts, working that newly opened cunt wider that it had ever been. Tyler looked down, marveling at the sigh of his cock sinking into the girl's hairless cunt. He pulled back, rooting himself on his father as he watched just the head tease along the lips. He peeled his hood back, as his father did, and pushed back inside. He began to fuck harder, guiding her ankles up onto his shoulders. Paul eased out of the boy, taking off the training wheels as he worked up into a fuck frenzy. Tyler pumped faster, thinking of all the men in his blood line to do this. To think about his father breeding his mother. His grandfather breeding his grandmother. Every last one just like this, rutting away at a hot tight hole. He gasped and whined, fighting to reach the peek. "Dad! Dad, please, just a little more help!" he cried, back arched to present that hole. Paul pushed hard back inside him, his body wrapped around his son as they both pounded away, their voices growing louder together before reaching a peek, their climaxes simultaneous as Tyler pumped hard into Erica's snatch while Paul seeded his son's tight ass.

Paul eased himself free before grabbing his clothes, beginning to redress. Tyler stumbled in the haze, almost a toddler again as he could barely manage to raise his arms and be dressed by his father. "Thank you, ladies, for a lovely evening. We'll catch up in a few months, see how things are going." Both mother and daughter only offered nods, panting for breath, hands clutching one another. Paul guided the sloppily dressed boy out of the bedroom and back out of the house.

He opened the door for his son, helping him in. The car rumbled heading back down the road in a peaceful silence. Paul glanced at his son, illuminated by the dash panel and occasional street light. He had done well. Sure, he needed some attention and nothing makes a boy cum like the cock that made him wedged in his ass, but he felt it. "I'm proud of you son," Paul said, warmly, genuinely. "You were a real stud in there. Bred her cunt and got out. I'm sure your brothers are going to be all over you tonight, so no getting tired one me yet."

"Dad?" Tyler replied. "Do you think you could take me somewhere tomorrow?"

"What's up, buddy?"

"I think it's time for a haircut."

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