Yes

As his cock bottomed out in his son’s unwilling ass, Jack kept speaking soothingly to his boy, who continued to struggle. But after a few strokes of his cock, Jack couldn't help but notice the struggling was decidedly weaker.

Todd was focused entirely on the white-hot pain in his asshole as his dad brutally **** him, but also noticed that after his dad’s cock slid in and out a few times, something was changing. It didn't hurt as much anymore. In fact, Todd noticed, confused, it kind of felt good. It actually started to feel really good. Really, really good. Something inside him felt his dad’s cock in his ass and felt fulfilled, felt whole. Todd’s screams turned to raspy, panting breaths as he started to move with his dad, started to grind his ass back against his dad’s pelvis in time with his father’s thrusts.

“What’d you call it, dad? My boypussy?”

Jack heard the word come out of his son’s mouth and he moaned aloud as his cock swelled even fuller in his boy’s hole. “Yeah, ooh, yeah, Todd, your boypussy. It’s so hot inside your boypussy, you've got such a nice one.”

As his father spoke the word over and over, Todd found his cock was growing rock hard against the cold marble of the kitchen bar, precum lubricating it so with every one of his dad’s thrusts into his ass, Todd’s cock slid forward and back on the bar, making it even harder.

“Ooh, yeah, dad, my boypussy. I don’t know why you've never fucked my boypussy before. Now I understand, it’s always been so empty. It feels so good filled up like this.” Todd was getting really into it and started getting dirtier. “Yeah, dad, breed my hole, fuck my boypussy-hole, fill it up with that baby batter. Pump me full of that juice you used to make me, dad, fill up my boypussy with your cream.”

Jack was moaning aloud at this point, rutting like an animal in heat as his boy lay naked beneath him, splayed over the kitchen counter, begging and encouraging him to do his worst, to **** him harder and harder. Finally after pounding him for a solid half hour, Jack moaned even louder, grabbed his son Todd by the hip bones and pulled him back, just like an object, a depository, a thing to fuck, and held him there while he unloaded a giant load of cum into his son’s boypussy.