Family affairs: Daddy's boy

I wrote this story together with our reader Cal. We had a great time writing this story, and we hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Logan slammed the door of his car shut and marched up the driveway.

He was so fucking horny.

The 18 year old high school senior ran his hand through his short blond hair and let out an annoyed grunt. He had just been at his girlfriend's where they had planned to spend the night. But in the middle of one of the most amazing blowjobs Logan had ever received, one of Ashley's friends had shown up on her doorstep. An emergency. Probably a broken nail or a hairstyle mishap or something like that. Anyway, Ashley had kicked him out to be with her friend.

Her voice was ringing in his head. "She needs me. I'll make up for it, I promise."

Logan groaned.

He was so fucking horny.



He adjusted his raging erection in his loose chinos and opened the door. The scent of booze and cigars hit him.

"That's all I need", Logan mumbled.

With his mom away on business and Logan out of the picture, his father had invited some of his friends to watch ESPN.

The guys in the living room turned their heads.

Bradley, Logan's father, was 38 years old, a handsome, muscular man with dark blond hair. He was wearing chinos and a t-shirt. "Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you'd spend the night at Ashley's."

"Yeah, well, I changed my plans", Logan mumbled, rolling his eyes.

His father's friends chuckled.

"You can watch the game with us", Bradley smiled.

Logan looked at his father's friends.

Marco Lombardi was the father of one of Logan's worst enemy from a rival high school. With his black hair and his dark eyes, it was obvious that Jackson had inherited his father's looks. Even though he was in his mid-forties, Mr. Lombardi still had the aura of a lothario. He liked to wear smart clothes and Italian leather shoes. Every time Logan looked at Mr. Lombardi, he saw Jackson, the guy who had stolen his girlfriend and tried everything to humiliate him. Mr. Lombardi was a decent guy - even though Mrs. Lombardi probably begged to differ - but Logan couldn't help but hate him.

Next to him was Coach Sobolta, a bulky guy in his early fifties. He was wearing scrubby jeans and a t-shirt. A baseball cap was sitting on his head, hiding his greying hair. He was smoking a cigar and staring at the TV screen. Every student at Bartlet High was afraid of Frank Sobolta. Since he was one of Logan's father's friends, Logan knew his other side, his dry humor and his refreshing grasp of a teenager's plights.

Logan grimaced. He'd rather go back to Ashley's and listen to the two girls exchanging make-up tips than spend the evening with his dad, Mr. Lombardi and Coach Sobolta. "No, thanks." He slammed the door shut and headed for his room.

"No reason to make the door pay for it", Mr. Lombardi chuckled.

Logan stopped and rolled his eyes. "You know, this is my house so---"

"Technically", Bradley chuckled, "it's my house. And Marco is right."

Logan groaned and walked back to the door. He opened it and closed it again. "Better?"

Bradley let out a laugh. "What's eating you, son?"

Logan glared at his father. "Nothing, dad."

"He's got a bad case of blue balls", Coach Sobolta muttered without looking away from the screen, the cigar in his mouth. "Just look at his fucking boner."

Bradley and Mr. Lombardi burst out laughing.

Logan blushed with embarrassment and anger and held his hands in front of his crotch.

"Ashley didn't put out?" Bradley chuckled.

"Dad!" Logan groaned.

"Is she back together with Jackson again?" Mr. Lombardi grinned.

Logan shot him an angry look.

"Hey!" Bradley jumped up. "Is she?"

"Oh, just leave the kid alone", Coach Sobolta mumbled, chewing on his cigar.

Bradley walked up to Logan. "Hey, Logan, is Ashley---"

"No, she isn't", Logan groaned, rolling his eyes. "Will you shut the fuck up about it?!"

"The kid's got a foul mouth", Coach Sobolta chuckled.

Bradley grinned. "Why don't you go to your room and jerk off?"

Coach Sobolta and Mr. Lombardi burst out laughing.

Logan stared at his father. Even though that was exactly what he was planning to do, he felt his anger rising. On the spur of the moment he brought his leg back and kicked his father in the crotch as hard as he could.

Bradley let out a surprised gasp. He stared at his son, his eyes widening as the pain set in. Grimacing in agony, he doubled over and sank to his knees.

Mr. Lombardi and Coach Sobolta jumped up from their seats.

"Hey, kid, calm down", Coach Sobolta grunted, grabbing Logan's shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Lombardi squatted down next to Bradley.

Bradley let out a long groan.

"You really crunched your father's nuts", Coach Sobolta mumbled. "I guess you want to remain an only child, huh?"

Logan was torn between remorse and defiance. He opted for the latter. "It's not my fault that his balls are made of glass."

Coach Sobolta smacked the back of Logan's head. "That's enough."

"Don't you hit me!" Logan spat.

Coach Sobolta glared at him. "Listen, kid. Apologize to your father."

Logan stared at the ceiling.

Mr. Lombardi helped Bradley up. "It's okay, Frank", Bradley groaned. "Let him go."

Coach Sobolta ignored him. "Apologize. Now."

Logan looked at his father. Then he brought his leg back, aiming another hard kick at Bradley's nuts.

Bradley managed to jump away at the last second, avoiding another nut-crunching hit.

Mr. Lombardi and Coach Sobolta grabbed Logan's arms.

"Okay", Coach Sobolta said sternly. "Bradley, your kid needs to be taught a lesson!"

Bradley rubbed his aching balls. "You think?"

Coach Sobolta stared at him.

Bradley groaned. "Yeah, you're probably right..."

Coach Sobolta nodded gravely. "Just look at that fucking boner", he grumbled. "He's like a dog in heat. Unpredictable. Destructive." He clicked his tongue and reached between Logan's legs, squeezing his prominent boner that was straining the fabric of his chinos.

Logan let out an annoyed grunt.

"See? Now he's barking like a dog, too", Coach Sobolta chuckled.

The three older men laughed.

"Hey what the fuck, let go of me", Logan struggled against their hold.

"Gonna learn a lesson kid", Coach pushed Logan's leg further and stepped on his shoe to keep his leg spread.

Seeing what he was doing, Mr. Lombardi quickly followed suit.

"Why don't you do the honors, Bradley? He is your son after all", Coach said.

Bradley chuckled. "You mean..."

"Yeah, just hit him in the nuts", Coach Sobolta nodded.

"It's just fair", Mr. Lombardi chimed in. "He started it..."

"What?! No, dad!" Logan pulled and tugged at the hands holding him.

"Shut up", Mr. Lombardi slammed his fist into Logan's bulge.

The pain was heavy and thick, making Logan's knees buckle under him and he groaned. "Fuck."

Coach snorted, "Save some for Bradley."

Bradley stood up, rubbing a hand over his basket and grimacing. "I'm sorry I have to do this son." He walked up to Logan and slammed his knee into Logan's defenseless groin.

Logan let out a miserable groan. His knees met and he would have doubled over if it hadn't been for his father's friends who kept him upright. His face contorted in pain, Logan moaned, "Daaaad."

Mr. Lombardi and Coach Sobolta chuckled.

Bradley had a weak grin on his face. "Sorry, son."

"Go on, hit him again", Coach Sobolta grunted.

"He's still got that boner", Mr. Lombardi chuckled. "You've got to kick some sense into that boy..."

Bradley smiled at Logan. "It's for your own good, son." With that, he brought his leg back and kicked Logan's nuts with all the force he could muster. Bradley's foot connected with Logan's package with a dull thud, lifting him off the ground as he screamed in agony.

Coach Sobolta and Mr. Lombardi couldn't hold him any longer and Logan crashed to the ground, curling up in a ball and clutching his aching balls.

The three men looked down at him.

"Do you think he's learned his lesson?" Mr. Lombardi said slowly.

Bradley scratched his head.

Coach Sobolta puffed on his cigar. He adjusted his baseball cap and leaned down, rolling Logan on his back. He opened Logan's belt and pulled down his chinos.

Logan's dick was fat and hard, and impossible to hide, even though Logan tried.

"I don't think so", Coach Sobolta muttered, slowly shaking his head. "I don't think so..."

Bradley shrugged. "But what are we..." His voice trailed off as Coach Sobolta grabbed Logan and threw him onto the couch, his legs hanging over the arm rest.

Then he closed his fist around the neck of Logan's sack, pulling him up by his balls.

Logan screamed in agony.

"Go on", Coach Sobolta nodded at Bradley, his cigar bobbing up and down in his mouth.

Bradley chuckled and balled his fist. He sent it crashing down on Logan's trapped balls, smashing them flat.

Logan let out an anguished wail.

Coach Sobolta nodded at Bradley, prompting him to punch Logan's nuts once more, squashing the two meaty nuggets flat like pancakes.

Logan's dick twitched as he screamed from the top of his lungs.

"That's it", Coach Sobolta chuckled.

Logan was squirming and writhing.

Coach Sobolta pulled him up by his balls before turning him around and yanking his arms up behind his back.

"Go on", Coach Sobolta grunted, holding Logan in place. "Punch his nuts."

Bradley chuckled and punched Logan's balls as hard as he could.

His son wailed in agony.

"Wanna help me, Marco?" Bradley turned to Mr. Lombardi who shrugged and smashed his fist into Logan's bare balls with a resounding smack.

Logan let out a high-pitched squeal.

"Bullseye", Coach Sobolta chuckled.

He slapped Logan's meaty balls in his hand lightly and grinned at the little whimpers Logan made with each slap.

Mr. Lombardi pushed Coach Sobolta's hand away and slammed his knee into Logan's balls. "Forgot how good it was to knee a man's balls into him. Think the last time I did it was to your poor nuts, Bradley."

Logan shriek became a whine as Mr. Lombardi kept pressing his knee forward.

"I remember that, almost thought you'd broken them once", Bradley raised his brows. "Leave at least one ball left, I want grandkids some day."

Mr. Lombardi finally let go.

Logan flopped onto the couch whimpering, and just laying their.

"Look at that Bradley, I think your son wanted this all along," Coach Sobolta raised Logan's balls. Precum dripped down Logan's shaft and covered his balls. "You should help him clear out, guess he really is a dog." He turned Logan over.

Logan's face was flushed and his dick throbbed, precum spilling from his slit.

"Looks like he really needs a hand, Bradley", Mr. Lombardi smirked.

Bradley slammed his fist into Logan's balls, they felt soft under him, sinking into the couch. He went for another, and then another, working Logan's balls hard.

Logan cried out, his dick twitched and shot, thick cum spurting against his stomach and some even getting on Bradley. "Fuck!" He gasped, his dick twitching one last time. He was still hard, his fat boner lying in a pool of sticky cum on his body.

"Might need one more. Looks like his balls were packing a lot of cum", Coach Sobolta grinned.

Bradley chuckled and slapped Logan's balls, "I dunno he looks pretty sore already."

Coach Sobolta grabbed Logan's fat cock and squeezed the sensitive mushroom head with his thumb, pressing out another drop of cum. "Yup. There's a lot more where that came from." He shook his head and chuckled. "Teenagers..."

Logan groaned as his father smacked his spent babymakers. "Dad", he groaned. "Please..."

"See?" Coach Sobolta chuckled. "He's begging for it."

The men laughed.

Logan's eyes widened. "No, that's not what I---"

Bradley's fist met Logan's sore nuts, driving them into his body.

Logan let out an anguished roar.

"You have to go harder", Coach Sobolta chuckled. "You always have to go harder the second time..."

Bradley frowned and wrapped a hand around Logan's dick.

Coach Sobolta chuckled. "That's almost as big as your monster, Bradley."

Bradley grinned. "Not quite, but close."

Coach Sobolta shook his head, "I guess it runs in the family." Chewing on his cigar, he glanced at the TV screen where the game was going on. "Come on, get it over with."

Bradley slammed his fist into Logan's balls. He stroked the thick dick in his hand.

"Oh!" Logan yelled, pain and pleasure mixing, precum leaking from the tip of his dick.

Mr. Lombardi and Coach Sobolta were holding Logan down as Bradley stroked Logan's dick faster and faster while punching Logan's balls hard again and again and again.

The sound of his knuckles connecting with the Logan's meaty nuggets echoed through the living room.

On the TV screen, the crowd was going wild as quarterback was running towards the endzone.

Logan's dick was throbbing and twitching in Bradley's hand. Bradley's punches increased with all the force he could muster.

Bradley let out a grunt. "Come on, Logan, spill that cum."

Finally, as the crowd on TV erupted in cheers and applause, celebrating an amazing touchdown, Logan's dick shot another thick, juicy load of cum high into the air.

Logan moaned in pleasure, mixed signals making his his hips rock forward.

Bradley kept the stroking through rope after rope of gooey spunk that splattered out of Logan's dick, covering the both of them in jizz, "That's it, get it all out," He squeezed the head.

"Not exactly what I was thinking, but good way to get the cum out." Coach Sobolta muttered.

Both he and Mr. Lombardi took a step back to avoid getting hit by any cum.

Logan was moaning and groaning, his dick spurting and sputtering.

Bradley smirked and stroked his boys oversensitive dick faster, and continued punching his balls once more squashing every last drop of cum out of his son's babymakers.

"Look at all that cum, your son's quite a bull", Mr. Lombardi laughed.

Finally, Logan's orgasm subsided and he curled up in a ball, moaning in agony.

Bardley let go of Logan's cock with reluctance, rubbing a thumb against the flushed and puffy slit one last time and making his son gasp in pleasure.

Bradley wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Logan's spunk was dripping down his chin. He licked his lips and tasted the spunk, "Not bad, tastes like your old man."

Logan groaned.

"Good job, good job", Coach Sobolta mumbled, patting Bradley's shoulder absent-mindedly as his eyes were fixed on the TV screen where the opposing team was threatening to even the score.

The men spent the rest of the evening watching TV, ignoring Logan who was nursing his battered, drained balls.

After Coach Sobolta and Mr. Lombardi had left, Bradley fetched a bag of ice and a can of beer for Logan. He couldn't help giving one last tug between Logan's legs.

Logan moaned and spread his legs but then winced.

Bradley let go and offered the icepack.

They sat side by side in silence for a while, drinking beer and watching boring pundits discuss the game on TV.

Finally, Logan opened his mouth. "Sorry", he mumbled, adjusting the ice bag on his crotch.

Bradley chuckled.

"I acted like an asshole", Logan continued, lifting the ice bag to look at his crotch. His balls were swollen and red.

"Everything okay down there?" Bradley grinned, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

Logan chuckled. "Well, I don't think I'll give you any grandkids anytime soon..."

Bradley laughed and smacked his son's swollen balls with the palm of his hand.

Logan groaned and doubled over in pain. "Daaad!"

"Learned your lesson, son?" Bradley grinned.

Logan groaned. "What's that, dad?"

Bradley shrugged. "If your girl doesn't put out jerk off in your car. Or you'll get your cock milked by your dad."

They looked at each other in silence for a moment.

Then they burst out laughing.