Ichigo Kurosaki never enjoyed the summer. The weather was always scorching hot, the heat was unbearable, and a rise in temperature due to a passing heat wave didn't make things any better. The nights weren't any cooler, and sleeping in the nude didn't help him either. With a standing fan at the end of his bed on full blast, he laid there as the machinery blew cold air on his bare body. Ichigo was too tired to do anything and decided to lie in his room all day. However, that wasn't because he was tired. Soon, the actual reason had suddenly barged into his room, unannounced.
" Ichigo! " Isshin Kurosaki stood in the doorway, clad in a red speedo. " It's time you've gotten out of the house! " He marched over toward his son's bed and lifted his leg high in the air, then brought down his heel onto his son's crotch, receiving a painful cry from the other male. The redhead rolled off the bed, landing onto the floor with a thump. " And put some clothes on while you're at it! If you're gonna be naked in this house, it better be in the shower! "
" What's your problem? You were prancing around naked all yesterday! " It was only Ichigo and Isshin in the household, for Karin and Yuzu were staying at a relative's for the summer, so being the only two males in the house and naked at the same time didn't bother him. However, a few things managed to bug Ichigo. He was hot, sweaty, and horny, and all three factors pushed him into a zone of severe irritation. If only someone was here to satisfy his needs.
" Did you have a problem with that? " Isshin reached for the elastic of his speedo and yanked them down to his ankles. " Or this? " He pointed to his member which hung at a whopping ten inches, while his son was at seven and a half. " Well? " He pivoted his hips and felt his member smack against Ichigo's cheek, snickering with a cheesy grin. Ichigo looked up at his father and stared at his built, hairy physique.
" Can you put your clothes back on? " Ichigo got up from the floor and walked towards the door, only to feel arms wrap around his waist as his feet no longer touched the ground. Before he knew it, he felt himself dropped onto his head as he stared at the ceiling.
" Not before this. " Isshin, still holding Ichigo in a German Suplex position, kicked his legs back, placing his feet behind Ichigo's head. He tumbled into a backwards roll, now having the other male on his stomach while mounting atop of him. " It's about time we activated your true abilities. " With no warning, he had thrust into Ichigo, receiving a powerful yelp from the eighteen-year old. Ichigo felt ten inches pound hard and fast into his anus, his prostate being brutalized by each thrust. His entire body began to feel weaker and hotter by each motion. Isshin rolled onto his back, continuing to bash the red-head's sore buttocks.
Ichigo felt his rectum grow sore, and couldn't even grasp the air to moan and shout. He couldn't even believe what was going on. His body was growing more sensitive, as his eyes started to roll to the back of his head, and soon all he was white. Isshin continued to do his work, and Ichigo had lost all feeling in his body before he couldn't take it anymore.
" Oh, fuck! " At that, Ichigo had came ferociously, his body emitting a freakish spasm. He felt Isshin exploded inside him, loads of white lava filling his anus. As his father pulled out, Ichigo was still coming, white substance icing his groin area up to his chest. He laid there on the floor, drenched in sweat and semen, gazing at the ceiling as if he was looking at a starry sky.
Isshin closed the door behind him, dripping with sweat. " Soon, Ichigo will gain new powers..." He rose his hand up to his chest, rubbing his nipple while dragging his tongue along his lips. " He'll become a sex fiend just like his father..."
Ichigo shot up from the bed, drenched in cold sweat. It was suddenly nightfall, and he realized he was still naked. He glanced at his door, which was closed like it was earlier. Ichigo felt something sticky on his lap, and looked down. " Shit..." He reached for the box of kleenex on his desk and wiped the white substance off his groin and leaking member. " I need to get laid, big time. "
The red-head got up from the bed, standing to his feet before dragging his body to the door. He didn't care about the fact that he was still nude nor if Isshin were to see anything. It was just better than being cooped-up in his room all day. Stepping into the hallway, he felt himself bump into a much, taller figure upon exiting his bedroom.
" Ichigo, what are you doing? " Isshin raised an eyebrow, tightening the towel around his waist. " And why are you naked? " Ichigo looked down and realized the towel just barely stopped at Isshin's groin area, practically at his testicles. Suddenly, a wave of red rushed towards his face.
" I-I-I was going to take a bath! " Ichigo was horrified at what he blurted out, not realizing what kind of situation he was in.
" Well, so am I. Come on, then. " Isshin started to walk off before stopping again. " Oh, and take this. " He snatched the towel from around his waist and handed it to Ichigo. As he walked off, Ichigo caught a nice view on his father's backside; it was round, tight, firm, muscular. The red-head felt a trail of saliva travel down the corner of his mouth, and he snapped out of his lustful trance.
No...he's my father, that's sick! Man, what the hell is going with my body lately? I need something to control myself, or who knows what could happen?
Sitting in the bath with Isshin was awkward, if not, nerve-wrecking. Ichigo felt his chest pound rapidly, as the man in front of him kept his legs sprawled the whole time, while he kept his closed to hide the stiffness between them. " Hey, dad. You mind closing your legs? "Isshin rose an eyebrow again as he noticed his son was avoiding eye-contact.
" How come? We're both men, here, what's the problem? " Isshin crossed his arms along his chest and sighed. " You know, you have been acting really strange, lately. "
" No, I haven't! " The words had shot out of Ichigo's mouth without any amount of thought whatsoever, startling the other male. " I-I have no clue what you're talking about! "
" Then why were you naked earlier? Not to mention, sweaty. " Isshin sent a glare at Ichigo, unintentionally setting fear into him. " If you were watching porn, I guess that's fine, as long as you're not doing it when your sisters are around. "
" That's not it. You know how hot it gets around here, so -"
" You decided to take off your clothes and soak in your own sweat? "
" So what if I did? " Ichigo grew more and more defensive as the 'interrogation' progressed, which convinced Isshin to cease in asking anymore questions. Ichigo's heartbeat went at an even more faster pace, and he felt himself blush all over again. "Lately, I-I have been dealing with these...urges, and - "
" Stop right there. " Isshin interrupted the eighteen-year old before letting out a long sigh. " It's possibly around that time...usually a Soul Reaper around your age deals with a powerful wave of sexual frustration, a condition that not even self-pleasure is unable to fix. "
" So how long will it take before I'm no longer horny and agitated? " Ichigo turned his head to face the older male, who did nothing but shrug.
" That, I don't know. By the time I went through it, I met your mother, so I can't say. " Isshin let out a small chuckle, only to disgust Ichigo.
" You're not helping. " Ichigo groaned as he felt his erection slowly deflate. Clearly, masturbation was not going to fix this problem and even he couldn't ask one of his friends to 'benefit' him.
" What do you expect me to do? I certainly can't help you with anything. If you want, there's some magazines under my bed. You can use those. " Isshin stood up to his feet and stepped out of the tub, reaching for the towel on the sink. Holding one end of the towel, he took the other from between his legs and began to dry his testicles.
Ichigo couldn't do much but sigh. " I guess. I'll get them later. " He felt himself become fully 'limp' as he thought of no solution to ease his frustration, but that was only until he watched Isshin dry off. He started to admire his defined legs and back, and he started to become stiff all over again, his 'head' peeking out of the water. Damn it, Ichigo, control yourself! This is not the time to get horny. Before he even knew it, Ichigo began to fill something build within him, something he couldn't hold back.
" By the way..." Isshin turned around, not covering his rather large manhood. " Did you have a wet dream earlier? " Before he knew it, Ichigo came, emitting a very feminine moan as he launched a squirt of white onto his chest up to his collarbone. He blushed severely, thus answering Isshin's question. " I'll take that as a yes. " Isshin turned back around, exiting the bathroom. Maybe Kisuke can do something about this...