Dangerous Daddy's Bad Boy

he dropped his robe and moved a few feet away to the foot of his bed. Taylor’s chest bounced up and down wildly and his cock hurt with anticipation. With a close watch on his dad’s .38 caliber, his head twitched as Colin dropped his robe and walked ominously toward him.
    Without a word, Colin continued until he was chest to chest with the man/boy. Staring at him with a scary intensity he didn’t stop when they made body contact. Taylor, trying to step back, caught his legs on the foot of the bed and fell. Colin, not braking eye contact for a second, pushed on and landed on top of the boy’s body with a thud.
    Taylor crawled backwards up the bed until the headboard stopped him. As his daddy crawled up on top of him, Taylor leaned to the side getting as far away from the cold chrome as he could without Colin noticing. With his daddy’s meaty face above his, Taylor anxiously peered over his chest keeping a close watch of the gun. The closeness of the chrome to his face and the faint smell of sexual musk made Taylor’s heart race. The boy didn’t notice when his rigid cock dripped onto his rippling stomach.
    “Look at me!” Colin barked.
    Taylor’s eye darted back to his daddy’s; Colin’s eyes were stern and strong. Taylor had never before felt so weak as he did at that moment and he never before craved another man’s strength more.
    Colin looked down at the muscular near-man that transformed into just a little boy beneath him. He liked the way his boy looked. Slowly he lowered his face and used his tongue to pry apart his soft pinkish lips. Open, Colin hovered above Taylor’s unusually small mouth. At the moment that Taylor didn’t expect it, Colin dove in.
    Colin’s tongue dug into Taylor’s mouth wildly. In the times when Taylor’s tongue hooked onto his, he would pull it and reach at it spreading the boy’s mouth so far open that Colin felt he could practically climb into it and wreck it more. Having not initiated their encounter Colin felt like he was free to do whatever he desired. And with Colin, that was always a lot.
    Taylor, struggling under his daddy’s body, had never been kissed like this before. A few times he had had high school kisses from girls. In college there was even a fellow football player that laid a drunken wet one on him after a party, but the power that emanated from his daddy’s lips were stunning. He liked it. No, he loved it. Thinking of the previous weaker conquests was the only thing he could do to stop himself from shooting his load all over both of them.
    Colin suddenly grabbed Taylor by the hair and yanked his head back pulling his tongue out. Taylor’s eyes followed Colin. Colin moved his face over his son’s. He quickly examined his eyes and brows, the sharp angle of his nose and slight largeness of his ears. He wanted to know exactly who the boy was before he did what he was going to do. And when he got his fill of all of it, he pushed the youthful face up towards his and rested his gun clutched hand on the bed next to his ear.
    Colin dug his tongue back into his boy’s mouth and pulled his head side to side by the hair never allowing their lips to ever lose contact. The hair pulling hurt Taylor, but with the gun right there, he was scared to even whimper. He was scared to make a complaint in any way with his head bumping the shiny barrel every time it swung to the side.
    Pulling his head back harder Taylor’s chest popped up. Colin examined it as he did the boy’s face. It was smooth and rippling and perfect to look at. It was annoyingly sculpted and smelt like a young buck running from a hunter. The smell filled Colin’s nostril causing him to pull harder on Taylor’s hair in lust.
    Taylor stuck his chest out even more to compensate for his hair. It hurt so much to be bent like he was, but then he decided to let go his own will and give himself fully to his daddy. Once he did all of the pain went away. Taylor reached his arms around his daddy and placed his fingers in the canal of muscle that traveled down the center of his back. Sliding his fingers along that canal they poured out onto Colin’s hips. Pulling his young hips onto his, Taylor pushed his chest out further than he had.
    “Yes,” Colin moaned.
    “Thank you, sir,” Taylor replied in a shaky voice.
    Colin liked Taylor’s young boy cock pressed up against his. Colin thought his boy’s cock was impressive for his age, but his own cock was like a can of coke compared to the boy’s tooth