Bockito

A new chapter is here! Hope you enjoy it, I want to read your thoughts! I also attached a pdf of the entire story, completely revised from the beginning, I changed some things. For old and new readers, I recommend reading from the beginning from the pdf. ------- I woke up to the sight of Kate sleeping next to me. She always looked beautiful in her sleep, even when she was exhausted. I didn’t know how she did it, only working nights. A pang of guilt hit me as I stared at her, my beautiful and kind wife who was unaware of my incestuous cheating. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingertips caress her soft face. She deserved better than me, I thought. Despite my recent deviance, I still loved my wife dearly. She was such a good person, always happy to help those in need. I, on the other hand, was a sick and selfish pervert. Her arms were wrapped around me so I returned her embrace and held her. “You’re going to be late for work,” she mumbled before pressing a kiss to my chest. I had just enough time to get there in time, I realized when I saw the time on the alarm clock. It was Thursday already, it was hard to believe so much had happened in so little time since Brandon came home on Monday. Time flew by, like I had been caught in a time bubble—a sex-filled bubble. As exhausted as I was, I couldn’t go back to sleep now, plagued by so many conflicting thoughts. I gave Kate a kiss, then tucked her in bed properly before I went to the bathroom to get ready. I was still fresh from my shower earlier, so I did a quick face wash and brushed my teeth. I picked some clothes on autopilot and went through my morning routine, which thankfully didn’t require my brain to be fully awake. On my way down to the kitchen, I passed by Brandon’s room and I couldn’t help checking in on him. He was still fast asleep with Josh in his arms. They were gorgeous like this, a tangle of muscled smooth limbs. I wondered whether Kate saw them in bed together when she came home, what she thought of them. Then I remembered she was a zombie after work and most likely went straight to bed. I went to Brandon and ran my hand through his soft brown locks. Looking at his young, innocent, and beautiful face now, my brain couldn’t compute how the little boy I’d raised had become the slutty young jock before me. I watched my son’s eyes flutter open, his long lashes and bright blue eyes mesmerizing me. “Dad?” “Hey, son,” I said, unable to stop smiling at him. “Your mom’s home, you should probably…” I trailed off, gesturing at the tangle of limbs that he and Josh had formed. Brandon took my hand, pressing a soft kiss to my palm while he separated his body from Josh. “Morning, Dad,” Brandon said, as he pulled me over him on the bed, throwing me off with a kiss as his arms came around my back. I returned the kiss, my cock straining in my khakis while Brandon’s legs trapped my hips in a strong hold. I had come so many times in the past couple of days my dick was aching at this point. I could not possibly produce more cum than I had spilled already. Yet Brandon made me hard, painfully so. “I love you, Daddy,” Brandon panted as he thrust his hips, his rock-hard cock rubbing against mine. “Your mom’s in the next room, son,” I replied, my gaze landing on Josh who was still in a deep sleep, now untangled from Brandon who’d left him I was favor of me. I tried to extricate my body from my son’s limbs but Brandon only followed as I stood up, holding onto me like a Koala. “I can be quick,” Brandon said, licking my neck as he kept dry humping me. “I want your load, Daddy.” I had created a monster when I gave in to Brandon, I realized, horrified by the result of my weak will. I didn’t recognize him, it seemed like I’d lost my son to a sex-craved demon. Yet this version of Brandon only made me love him more. I was a monster too. “I can’t come any more than I already have, son,” I said, breathless, as I held Brandon’s shoulders to look him in the eye. “I’m sure you can, you hot stud,” he said with a wink. I walked to Brandon’s bathroom to hide from Kate in case she came in, locking the door behind me. Brandon assaulted my mouth once more, pushing me against the bathroom door while his deft fingers worked my fly open to free my cock from the confines of my pants. He was so talented at handling a cock, it made me oddly proud of him. Brandon mixed our precum with his spit to make our cocks slide against each other easier. “Fuck, Daddy, your cock feels so good,” Brandon whispered. “It’s all yours, baby,” I said as I hugged my son tighter. His huge body would never cease to amaze me, how big and firm he felt in my arms, how intoxicating his scent was. I truly was a goner for my own son, and there was nothing I could do to stop my incestuous urges. He’d won. Brandon lowered his mouth to my neck, his hands caressing my pecs, thumbs stroking my nips slowly, making me moan. I just loved feeling his cock touching mine, I had never experienced such bliss before he came along and showed me. “I made quite the stud,” I muttered as I ran my fingers through Brandon’s soft hair, holding his head down near my nipples. Brandon kept sucking and licking my tits, our cocks now familiar in that frantic dance we were doing. “Daddy, mmhh, your precum taste so good, Daddy,” Brandon said as he licked his finger, which I hadn’t realized he’d collected. It was so obscene, watching my only son get down on his knees, his tongue licking my cock like a lollipop. “Fuck, son,” I said, throwing my head back “Your mouth is magical.” “Love your cock, Daddy,” Brandon replied. “It’s so perfect, so big and thick. A Dad dick, so tasty for the son it made.” “You got quite the filthy mouth on you boy,” I said, chuckling as Brandon smirked around my cock. “You kiss your father with that mouth?” “Mmhh, you know I do,” Brandon replied, moaning so loud I worried his mother might hear him. “And many more filthy things.” Watching Brandon suck me so expertly, listening to his moans and profane words made me cum in a couple of minutes. Brandon held my cock as my thick load spurted from it, landing on his tongue and cheek. He swirled my cum around his lips with a huge smile. “Thank you, Daddy, love your Dad sperm so much,” Brandon said as he swallowed my load loudly, scooping the rest from his face and licking his fingers clean. “You’re going to be the death of me, son,” I said, catching my breath. Brandon stood up, holding out his cupped hand to me, which was filled with his own luscious load. I hadn’t even noticed my son had come. “Don’t forget your breakfast, Dad,” Brandon said as I lapped his cum up. “Most important meal of the day.” “So sweet,” I said, licking my son’s hand clean before I brought his mouth to mine to mix our juices. I tasted my cum on Brandon’s tongue while I stroked his big smooth pecs and I liked it, liked knowing his breath would smell like me all day. “Gotta go to work, baby,” I said as I parted from his sweet lips. “Call in sick,” Brandon suggested, which was tempting, but I couldn’t miss work. I felt the need to get out of the house and take a step back from this sex craze. My life couldn’t stop and be reduced to sex. “I can’t,” I said as I unlocked the bathroom, giving Brandon one last peck before I exited. Josh looked just as innocent as Brandon when he slept, it was hard to imagine this wholesome-looking jock was a nasty cum slut. I went to Josh to drop a kiss on his head and proceeded to go downstairs, Brandon right behind me. My son had at least the decency to put on some shorts, a spring in his step as he followed me around the kitchen. I couldn’t stop smiling, depiste the guilt, the shame, I was happy. Giddy in a way I hadn’t felt for ages, looking at Brandon, my gorgeous son who loved me in a way a son shouldn’t love his father. I made myself some tea to go while Brandon made himself toast and coffee in companiable silence. He stayed close to me, his body heat and masculine scent making my heady. He tried to be subtle with his touches—an innocent graze as he squeezed his body between mine and the kitchen island, his hand holding my shoulder as he reached for a glass in a cabinet—but it was obvious to me he meant so much more with each touch. When I ready, I grabbed my briefcase and keys from the hallway. “Be nice,” I said to Brandon at the door, giving him a hug goodbye. “I’ll miss you, Daddy,” Brandon whispered to my ear with a squeeze to my ass. With my heart warmed and fulfilled, I drove to work, sipping my tea through the light morning traffic to wake my brain. I was glad to see my colleagues once I got to the office, to regain some kind of normalcy in my life. I enjoyed my job as an engineer, things never got boring as my team went through different projects. “You look rough, Nate,” Henry told me when he entered my office. “Did you party last night?” “Thanks,” I said as I scrubbed my face with a yawn. “Too old to party, isn’t that what you told me once?” “That’s right, grandpa,” Henry joked as he grabbed a chair and sat next to me with his laptop. “Come on, I just wanted to show you a couple of things, then I’ll let you slumber.” I tried to focus as Henry walked me through the progress we’d made and what we still needed to do. I wasn’t as efficient as usual but tried my best to be useful. Flora, my fellow office gossip, dropped by my office a couple of times to catch up, which was a nice distraction. Throughout the day at work, I received many texts from Brandon, each one sweeter than the next, with some pics attached. I sent one pic to him, even if I wasn’t entirely comfortable taking selfies at work. We seldom chatted like this before, Brandon would usually just send me some memes or interesting pics from college from time to time. It was nice, getting these messages from him now. I felt like a teenager again with my first crush. The day went by pretty fast, and I was all too happy to leave work. Invigorated by Brandon’s sexy pics, I went straight to the gym from the office. I knew I could sleep in tomorrow, which was my work-from-home day. I hadn’t worked out since Brandon had come—and no, I didn’t consider sex as a proper workout, even if Brandon thought so. The gym was packed with other people like me who got off work, but I didn’t mind that. I put on my headphones and started with weights, losing myself in my music and drowning out the rest of the world. Going to the gym for the past few years was a way for me to work out my sexual frustration and the eye candy was a bonus. I’d been accosted quite a few times, mostly by younger guys. At the time, I had been flattered by those advances, but I’d never thought them serious, never thought young jocks would be into older guys like me. Besides, I never wanted to cheat on Kate then, which made me feel bad now that I thought about it. Part of me was hoping things would go back to normal once Brandon went back to college after break, that I could forget what a shitty husband I’d been. Hoping to move on from the guilt that was creeping back up, I moved to the treadmill. I wanted to overwhelm my brain with the pain of running instead of thinking about my wife. I hated running, but at least I could clear my head when I jogged. I ran until I could feel my lungs and legs couldn’t take the burn anymore, which was a good 30 minutes. I was pretty happy with my workout, until I found myself running into none other Brandon in the locker room, wearing nothing but a pair of tight shorts. “Hey, Brandon,” I said, my heart speeding back up again at the sight of my sweat and muscled son. How had I not seen him before now? “Hey, sexy,” Brandon returned, coming close to me. He still reeked of sex, he probably hadn’t showered since last night and the thought made hard instantly. I started to worry as I could see lots of guys around us in the room, I could not be seen having a hardon for my son in public. I grabbed my things and walked to one secluded corner, where there was fewer people passing through. Brandon was hot my tail, eager to touch me but I couldn’t let other people see us. Brandon pushed me into a wall, with two rows of lockers on either side of us. We weren’t exactly hidden, but it was better than the middle of the room. My breath hitched as his torso touched mine, his warm breath grazing my neck. “You look really hot, right now.” “Brandon, there are people around,” I hissed but couldn’t move as his hands caught my hips in a tight grip. “Don’t you know all guys who go to this gym here are big [banned word]?” Brandon said next to my ear as his hands started to move underneath my soaked under armor shirt, up to my pecs to tease my nips with his thumbs. “I wasn’t the only one checking you out, you know? Bet they’d love watching us.” I couldn’t help but moan, which Brandon took as permission to kiss my neck when I threw my head back. I could see a couple of jocks behind Brandon staring at us with their hands down their briefs. I recognized them as regulars I often saw. Somehow knowing we had an audience made me even hornier, spurring me to kiss Brandon in front of them. “Yes, Daddy, you smell so good,” Brandon said as he lifted my arm to sniff and lick my pit. “I’m making a lot of guys envious right now.” “S—Brandon,” I said, almost letting the word son slip out. It was bad enough we were putting on a show, I didn’t want them to know we were actual father and son. “But you’re all mine, Daddy,” Brandon said, throwing all caution to the wind. Though I understood it was pretty common these days for young guys to have Daddy fetishes, Brandon and I looked very much alike. It wouldn’t be farfetched for people to assume we were related, which made me realize I needed to put a stop to this. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” I heard a guy say, who was now standing just beside us with his cock in hand. I recognized him, Ryan, one of the men I regularly ran into at the gym, who’d come onto me a couple of times in the past and with whom I’d almost cheated with. He was about my height, a buff Asian guy I’d considered a gym buddy. “A father and son, doing the nasty,” another man said to my right, a Latino guy I’d also rejected in the past, who was also stroking his thick cock. They were both ripped and hot, I’d checked these two out plenty of times before. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Brandon was sucking on one of my nipples as his hands were busy fingering my hole and stroking my cock. “We’re not—” I started to protest but was cut off by Brandon’s lips on mine. I felt the two men touching my body, their cocks pressing onto my thighs. “You feel so good, Daddy,” Brandon said between kisses, his tongue still tasting like my load from this morning. I could see from my peripheral vision that other guys were coming to watch our incestuous making out, which was alarming me as much as it was turning me on. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” the Latino man said to my right. “You’re such a sexy Daddy.” Latino guy rubbed his cock on my hip and tried to kiss my neck but Brandon push him off of me. “You can look but you don’t get to touch him, he’s mine,” Brandon said firmly before he resumed kissing me. Brandon was running the show, I could only follow along. He seemed awfully comfortable letting voyeurs watch him, did he do this often? I couldn’t worry more than that as Brandon turned around and pushed his lubed hole on my cock. Every time that boy worked my cock with his hole, I was putty in his hand. Any trace of worry left my body as I lost control, my hips moving on muscle memory alone as I thrust into my son. I wrapped my arms around Brandon, holding him close as I my hands caressed his smooth and hard body. “Fuck yeah!” “Breed that boy, Daddy!” A couple more men came to watch us, but thankfully the space was narrow enough that Ryan and latino guy were hiding most of us from the others. Still our audience was cheering us on, it was surreal. I never could have imagined so many men were depraved like us. I saw Brandon snatching one guy’s phone. “No filming or we stop,” Brandon admonished the guy. He proceeded to delete what footage was captured before he thrust back on my cock. After that, the men seemed happy to just watch and I didn’t see any phone up. I focused on fucking Brandon slowly, reveling in his warm hole. “Need your load, Daddy,” Brandon said, trying to speed things up. “Fill me, Daddy, fill me with your Dad cum.” “That’s so hot,” Ryan grunted, bringing my attention to him as he shot his load in his cupped hand. Latino guy grabbed Ryan’s hand and slurped the thick load from it, his tongue licking the hand clean. “Give me some,” Brandon told Latino guy, looking up at the latter with his mouth open. Latino guy opened his mouth and dropped Ryan’s cum onto Brandon’s tongue. My son hummed his satisfaction as he swallowed Ryan’s load. “Want more cum, you slut?” An older guy asked Brandon, approaching him with his hard cock in Brandon’s face. I watched my son wait with his tongue out for the older man to give him his cum. I was relieved to see Brandon wasn’t touching the other man’s cock, only accepting to eat his cum. It was incredibly hot, watching the thick white strands of jizz come out of that stranger’s dick, dripping onto my son’s tongue. “Not bad,” Brandon said after he swallowed the man’s cum. “But my Dad’s cum taste the best.” “Here I come, baby boy,” I said, thrusting deep inside Brandon, filling him with my load. “Fuck yeah, Daddy!” Brandon screamed, the other men cheering at the same time. I saw Latino guy shoot his load into his hand, mimicking Ryan as he understood how much Brandon enjoyed eating cum. I was hungry for some cum as well, so I took Latino guy’s hand to lick it clean. Brandon turned around to kiss me, his arms around my neck as our cocks reunited, rubbing furiously together. “I’m going to cum, Daddy,” Brandon mumbled, moaning with each thrust of his hips. I looked down at our cock heads moving in harmony. I watched Brandon’s sperm oozing out of his head, covering our cocks beautifully. Brandon dropped to his knees, winking at me and holding eye contact as he took my cock in his mouth. “Mmhh, you taste so good, Dad,” Brandon said, licking my cock from the base up to the tip, his hand squeezing out one last drop of my cum for him to swallow. I could hear more men shooting their loads behind Brandon, but I couldn’t care less, mesmerized as I was by the sight of my son on his knees. I brought him up for a kiss and held him close, my sexy son who made me do one thing nastier than the other every day. I couldn’t believe what we’d just done, having sex in public with other men encouraging us to indulge in our incestuous affair. I was high on Brandon, and I didn’t know if I could beat this addiction nor if I wanted to. Thank Grindr.pdf

Here's chapter 9, hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it ! Josh finally gets everything he wished for! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Josh’s hands stroked my back as I kept moving inside Brandon and reveled in the velvety warmth of my son’s hole. Brandon’s soft moans and blissful face kept me going. I had such a gorgeous son; I still had a hard time believing I was lucky enough to get to enjoy his body the way I was. “God, Dad, your cock is amazing,” Brandon breathed out, head thrown back. I was mesmerized by the sight of my son’s neck and chest. I let my hands roam over Brandon’s pecs as I bent down to kiss my son. I was thrilled to hear Brandon’s moans, as well as Josh’s. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” Josh whispered, coming to lie down on the bed beside us. “Can’t believe I get to see this so close.” I turned to watch Josh, his blond hair all mussed. He was gorgeous in his mesh crop top, his cock peeking from his soaked thong. I couldn’t help myself and brushed his cock with my hand, scooping up as much precum as I could. “Here, son, have a taste of your brother,” I told Brandon as I brought my fingers to his mouth. He looked hesitant, but with one strong thrust of my hips, I got another groan out of my son. With his lips parted, I slipped my fingers inside and let him lick them clean. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?” I asked, grinning when Brandon nodded enthusiastically. Josh scooted closer to Brandon and cupped his face, bringing their lips together. “You look beautiful, little brother,” Josh said between kisses, thrusting his hips against Brandon’s. “Getting fucked by Daddy like this, the way you’ve always dreamed of.” “Fuck yes, fuck me, Daddy,” Brandon muttered before he grabbed Josh’s head and pushed him towards his cock. “Suck me, big brother.” “Gladly,” Josh replied as he went down on my son’s hard cock. It was a beautiful sight, Brandon getting pounded under me, Josh’s full lips wrapped around Brandon’s leaking cock. Josh was a talented sucker, his expert tongue sliding up and down Brandon’s full length with slow strokes was hypnotizing. “Yeah, you’re so good, big brother,” Brandon moaned. “You love sucking your little brother’s cock, don’t you?” “Fucking love it, you taste so good, baby bro,” Josh said. “I want your sweet cum in my mouth.” “Fuck, boys, you’re so nasty,” I said as I fucked Brandon’s hole faster. “Isn’t it better when you get along? You’re so hot together.” “Yes, Daddy,” Josh said, his smile so big as he slapped Brandon’s thick cock on his cheek. “Can’t wait to take your two cocks in me, I need your cum in my hole so bad, Daddy.” “FUCK!” I shouted as I shot my load deep inside Brandon, Josh’s words pushing me over the edge. “Oh yes, Daddy, breed me,” Brandon said. “Jesus, love feeling your warm cum filling me, Daddy.” “Fuck, little brother,” Josh said as he moved up on the bed to kiss Brandon. I stood there with my cock still buried deep inside my son as I watched him kiss Josh. I leaned down and slipped out of Brandon’s hole, unable to help myself, and inserted my tongue between theirs. It was a messy kiss, but I loved it, feeling both Josh and Brandon’s tongues caressing mine. I just wish we had cum to share between us. “I want you to fuck me,” Josh broke our kiss. “Both of you.” “Get over here,” Brandon said, manhandling Josh until the latter was straddling him. I guided Brandon’s cock under Josh’s plump ass, moving the thin thong to the side until Josh’s smooth hole was accessible. I slipped my finger in easily, my load from earlier still present inside Josh. “Fuck, yes, Daddy,” Josh whined as he arched his back, presenting his meaty ass to me. I grabbed both cheeks and massaged that beautiful ass, moving it down until Brandon’s cock pressed against Josh’s hole. Josh had no trouble taking Brandon’s thick cock all the way. I sat on the bed and enjoyed the show as I waited for my cock to recover. Josh looked gorgeous riding Brandon so gracefully, his sculpted abs flexing as his hips moved like waves. “You feel so good, little brother,” Josh said, his ass bouncing on Brandon’s cock as his hands cupped Brandon’s pecs for support. “Love your raw cock inside me. Can you feel Daddy’s cum? Best lube in the world.” “Just so you know,” Brandon panted as he fucked Josh harder with each thrust. “Only I get Daddy’s cum from now.” “Now, now, boys,” I said, lying down beside Brandon and turning his face towards me. “I have enough for you both, ok? I love you, son.” I tried to convey my passion through a kiss, sucking on my son’s tongue as I stroked his neck. Brandon’s taste was addictive, I couldn’t imagine living the rest of my life without him now. He was perfect, my own flesh and blood. “Can’t get enough of you two,” Josh said, catching my attention. He was filming us again, but with Brandon’s phone. “Don’t worry, Daddy, this is only for us to enjoy in the privacy of our home. It’d be a shame not to capture this.” Josh then pointed the camera at his body, his cock waving around as he kept riding Brandon. I took the phone from Josh to get a better angle. I took some distance to capture the two beautiful bodies moving in perfect harmony. The filthy sounds that were coming from them as well as their glistening sculpted torsos was enough to get my hardon going again. I stroked myself slowly as I got closer, taking a close shot of Brandon’s shiny abs and cock sliding in and out of Josh’s smooth hole. I sat on Brandon’s face to get the best shot of Josh’s body facing me, and I let out a yelp when I felt Brandon’s tongue in my hole. “Mmhh, thank you, Daddy,” Brandon said as he sucked the load he put in my hole. I pushed my hole out more to give better access to Brandon’s talented tongue, feeling his thick cum oozing out for him to eat. Josh gestured at the phone with his hand, so I gave it to him. “Yeah, little bro, eat Daddy’s ass,” Josh encouraged Brandon, the camera pointing at me. Josh was a pro; his hand was steady and followed his movements as he kept bouncing on Brandon’s length. He moved the camera from my face to Brandon’s cock in one slow shot before he pointed it at himself. “I’m the luckiest bastard in the whole world,” Josh said to the camera with a wink and his tongue out. “Come on, Daddy, get in there with Bran-bran, I can take it.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved behind Josh, wrapping my arms around his strong body, caressing his pecs underneath the thin mesh top he was still wearing and pinching his hard nipples while planting kisses all over his shoulder and neck. Josh grabbed my face to give me a kiss, dropping the phone on the bed to pull my cock towards his ass. My cock was slightly lubed from fucking Brandon earlier, but I still took the time to get more lube. If Josh wanted to be double penetrated, more lube wouldn’t hurt. “Oh yeah, right there, Daddy,” Josh panted as I eased my cock in. “Go all the way in.” Fucking someone alongside another man’s cock was a whole new experience for me. I could feel both both Josh’s warm hole—which was slippery from the load I deposited earlier—as well as Brandon’s cock rubbing against mine. It was pure ecstasy. I loved rubbing my cock against another man’s, I could cum just from that, but doing it inside another man’s hole? It was even better. “Oh yeah, just like that, Daddy, little bro,” Josh whined as he lay on top of Brandon, burying his face in Brandon’s neck as I kept pounding him. Brandon moved at a slower pace than me, probably focusing more on Josh’s lips. I loved fucking Josh with Brandon’s hardon along mine, loved watching those two young, muscled jocks kissing each other while doing it. My brain was in sensory overload. “I’m going to cum, big brother,” Brandon said, his arms wrapped tightly around Josh as they kissed passionately. “Going to fill you up.” “Do it, son, breed your brother,” I said as I picked the pace up, hoping to shoot my load at the same time. “Let’s do it together, son, your cum slut of a brother needs it bad, doesn’t he?” “So bad, Daddy,” Josh panted. “I need your thick, creamy Daddy load inside me all the time.” “Then you’re going to get it, boy,” I grunted, pushing my cock all the way inside before I came. “I’m cumming too, Daddy, oh fuck,” Brandon shouted, his cock pulsing with mine as we came. I saw white for a second as I let my climax take over me, draping myself over Josh’s back while I caught my breath. For a while, all I could hear were our heavy breaths. I took a deep breath, inhaling the rank scent of our sweat and cum, as well as the residual citrus scent from Josh’s body wash. “That was amazing, boys,” I said, kissing Josh’s back as I pulled out of his ass. Josh rolled over and lay on his back, reaching down to his hole to retrieve some of our mixed loads. Josh brought his fingers to his mouth, eyes closed as he licked them slowly. “Mmhh, so good,” Josh hummed. I took a good look at Brandon, whose intense gaze was fixed on me. I noticed the pool of thick cum on Brandon’s abs, Josh’s load no doubt, and leaned down to lap at that sweet nectar. “Give me some, Daddy,” Brandon said, pulling me up so I could lay on top of him. I let some of Josh’s load drip from my tongue until it landed on Brandon’s before I closed my mouth over his. Josh joined our cummy kiss, our tongues meeting again happily with cum to share. It was an intense kiss, I savored the different flavors of cum we shared between us as I moaned in pleasure. “There’s some left here,” I said, pointing at my cock as I rose and kneeled over Brandon and Josh’s mouths. They worked together like pros, both licking the cum off of my cock until it was clean, their lips meeting over my cock. It was too hot to pass capturing forever, so I picked up Brandon’s phone again to film this gorgeous view. Brandon and Josh looked up at the camera with matching grins as they kept licking at my cock with their pursed lips. They kissed again; their faces covered in cum that I couldn’t resist licking myself. The sight of them would forever be burned in my mind and readily available for me to watch over and over again now on film. These wholesome-looking studs doing something so dirty made my cock hard again but I could probably not cum anymore tonight. I inserted myself between them on the bed, lying on my back with Brandon and Josh sticking to my sides, their legs draped over me as we made out some more. “I love you, boys,” I said as I threaded my fingers through their wet hair. I breathed heavily still, trying to slow my breaths and heartrate after that intense workout. “Love you more, Dad,” Brandon said as he moved closer and wrapped his arm around my waist. I couldn’t stop kissing him, my hot and nasty son. Josh was starting to doze off, head resting on my chest as his hand idly stroked my cock. I didn’t remember being so happily fucked out in my life and I couldn’t even think properly. I was exhausted in the best way possible and fought to stay awake. It was almost 6 a.m., one hour before Kate’s night shift ended. It was bad enough that I was cheating on her with our son and his frat brother, but I felt even worse that I didn’t want her home to interrupt us. I had truly gone off the deep end now, there was no turning back. “I have to go,” I told Brandon, cupping his face to see his bright and loving eyes. The adoration in his gaze was almost too much for me to bear, I couldn’t remember Brandon looking at me like that before. Had he always looked at me this way and I was just blind to it? He did say he’d wanted me for a long time, which was unfathomable to me. I’d never thought of him as a sexual partner before this whole Grindr thing, but now I couldn’t stop seeing him this way. “Your mom’s coming home soon.” “I hate it,” Brandon said, his fingers playing with my nipples. “Don’t leave, Dad. I want to fall asleep in your arms.” “I know, son, so do I,” I said with a sigh, dreaming of the life he and I could not possibly have. At the end of the day, we were still father and son. I couldn’t see any future where he and I could have this all the time. Brandon pulled me in for a slow kiss, his arms wrapped so tightly around me I couldn’t move. He was an insatiable boy, his cock brushing against mine with every swing of his hips. “Brandon, you have to let me go.” “Screw Mom,” Brandon said. “Let her find out and leave us alone.” “You’re crazy,” I said as he kissed me again. My cock was straining after everything I put it through in the last 24 hours. I pushed him gently, trying to ignore the whine that left him as I got out of bed slowly. The kicked puppy look Brandon was giving me was heartbreaking. I moved Brandon over to Josh in my place, who immediately latched onto him. “Be nice to your brother,” I told Brandon, dropping a kiss on them. I took Brandon’s phone and snapped a picture. They looked perfect in their naked glory. I reluctantly went to get cleaned up in my bathroom, washing away all traces of our love making. I hung my head and let the water massage my neck and shoulders as I fingered my tender hole. There was little cum left in there, which I happily ate. There was no way I could go to work in a couple of hours with so little sleep, I was dead on my feet. Once showered and dry, I fell on my mattress like a ton of bricks, succumbing to slumber quickly with the image of my sexy son as my last thought.

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A/N : Hey y'all ! I'm not done with this story yet, still horny for incest stories, so here's a new chapter. Hope you enjoy it, let me know what you thought ! Love getting your feedback. As always, here are some pictures of our protagonists to help the juices flowing 😈 --------------------------------------------------------------------- I must have fallen asleep right after that last bout of sex with Josh, as I was being shaken awake. I rubbed my eyes and saw it was still dark out, my gaze landing on none other than Brandon. Before I could open my mouth, my son covered it with his hand. Josh was stuck to my side, arms and legs wrapped firmly around my naked body. I felt guilty, thinking how well I was sleeping with that hunk around me. Brandon barely hid his contempt for Josh. My son was dressed comfortably, sweatpants and a tight tee, but he looked delicious anyway. My mind was completely twisted now, having been exposed to so much naughty sex it could barely think any other way. "Let's get out of here, Dad," Brandon whispered as he slowly moved Josh's limbs from me. I glanced at Josh, who looked beautiful and peaceful in his sleep, content. I thought back to my words to him earlier. It felt good, pleasing that young man who was looking for a paternal figure, who was so eager and yearning. I felt a little pinch at the thought of leaving him alone. I helped Brandon nonetheless, heart pounding in my chest as I understood the plan. Sneak out in the middle of the night. It was risky, I thought. Josh still had leverage on us, he could easily retaliate and expose us. "What about the blackmail?" I asked, keeping my voice as low as I could. I was out of bed, Josh still sleeping soundly. Brandon took me in his strong arms, hands roaming over my bare back, face buried in my neck where he dropped a kiss. I held Brandon's head in my hand, happy to be reunited with my son. God, he felt so good in my arms. "Taken care of, don't worry," Brandon said before he captured my lips with his. I couldn't help it, I kissed him back, savoring the now familiar taste of my son. His hard cock rubbed against mine and I swallowed a moan. We had to get out of here fast before we ended up fucking right on the floor besides Josh. "Are you sure?" I asked when we broke the kiss. Josh didn't seem like the kind of guy who did things halfway. His extensive collection of sex tapes was proof of that. "Yeah, deleted every piece of evidence he had in us," Brandon replied, taking my hand in his and dragging me out of Josh's room. Brandon hurried me to his car, not even giving me time to put on underwear! The fresh air outside hit my bare skin, making me shiver. “What about my stuff?” I asked when he pushed me into the passenger seat. “Already in the trunk,” he said and started the engine. Once we were on the road, Brandon, pulled me close to his side with his arm wrapped around my shoulders, his body warming me up a little. “Are you okay, Dad?” “I’m fine,” I said, heaving a sigh of relief. “We’re safe now,” Brandon said, dropping a kiss to my temple. “Josh can’t hurt us.” “He may not have evidence anymore, but he could still hurt us,” I said. “We’ll figure it out, Dad,” Brandon replied, rubbing circles with his thumb on my skin. It felt good, being close to him like this. I let my head rest on his shoulder, only now glancing at the time on the dashboard. It was 4 am, which meant we still had quite some time before Kate would be home, I thought as I kept my eyes on the road while Brandon drove us home. “I’m sorry, son,” I said after a while. “I made such a mess of things.” “Don’t be,” Brandon sounded grave, his gaze hard as I met his eyes. “We never would’ve gotten together if you hadn’t taken that step that first night. I’ve never been happier than I am now, with you.” His words were so romantic, I couldn’t believe I was falling so hard for my gorgeous son. He was so perfect. I couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him. I felt his hand travel down my body, his expert fingers caressing my skin as they reached my ass. “Can’t wait to have you back in my bed, Daddy,” Brandon said as his finger breached my hole. “Ungh,” I let out a loud moan while my son fingered me, rubbing my prostate while he kept driving. It was such a filthy scene to behold, me sitting naked in the car next to my clothed son while the latter fingered my cummy hole. “I’ll fill you with so much cum I’ll flush Josh out of you,” Brandon promised, biting my ear softly right when he stopped the car. We were home at last. Brandon jumped out of the car, running over to open the door for me. He pulled me out, excited and carefree. I hadn’t seen him smile so wide for ages, but it looked so good on him. I was pulled to him like a magnet, my body colliding with his while our lips met in a heated kiss. My hips thrust against Brandon’s as I pushed him back against the side of the car, our cocks desperate to be reunited at last, but the fabric of Brandon’s sweatpants still standing as the last barrier. Anyone walking by would have a front row seat to our incest, I realized, and it was turning me on even more. “God, you taste so good, Daddy,” Brandon panted between kisses, his tongue stroking mine desperately. He was devouring my mouth like a man who’d been starved for months, and it was driving me crazy. I had seldom felt so much passion. “You should taste yourself, son,” I said, groaning when I felt Brandon slip a finger back into my ass. “Can’t get enough of you,” Brandon said before he licked my neck. “Love you so much, Daddy.” “Love you more,” I replied as I looked at my beautiful son. His pupils were so dilated I could barely see his blue irises. I cupped his stubbled cheek, stroking his cheek my thumb but Brandon caught it in his mouth, sucking loudly. God, I loved his dirty mind. We moved our way into the house eventually, with our mouths locked on each other. My body was on fire against Brandon’s, moving on autopilot, run by lust and love for my son. “Love you so much, Dad,” Brandon said when he threw me on his bed. I landed on my back, instinctively spreading my legs when Brandon covered my body with his. His cock rubbed against my hole, teasing me mercilessly while his hands were all over my pecs. He moved his mouth to my nipples, sucking and licking them until they were all perked up. “Fuck, son, this feels so good,” I breathed, his tongue swiping around my right nipple while the head of his cock kept the pressure against my hole. “But I’m going to be insane if you don’t fuck me right this second.” “So eager, huh, Daddy?” Brandon said, triumphant as he looked up at me. He grabbed some lube and slicked his cock, putting some in my ass as well. I groaned when he slipped his fingers in, his mouth still sucking on my nipple as he stretched me open. “Your body is unreal, Daddy.” “Son…son…,” I chanted, lost in the feel of his fingers, soon replaced by his magnificent cock. “FUCK!” Brandon slid his cock painfully slowly in and out the same way his tongue lazily caressed mine. “I want your hole to memorize my cock, Daddy,” Brandon said as he kept on moving at a slow pace. “I want you to feel the head of my cock, every vein, every inch.” “So good, son, so good for Daddy,” I said, my mind was unable to form any coherent thoughts. “You hole won’t want any cock but mine,” Brandon kept on saying as he picked up the pace. His hands were stroking my body everywhere but my cock, which was aching to be touched. I thrust my hips up so I could rub my cock on my son’s rock-hard abs as he fucked me with more fervor. “I’m going to cum, Daddy,” Brandon said, slowing down again, torturing me with his teasing. “I’m going to flood your guts.” “Please, son, do it,” I begged as I grabbed his ass to pull him closer to me, to push his cock further up my ass. “Breed me, son, breed your Daddy.” “I’mma fill you up till you’re leaking my cum for days, Daddy,” Brandon said and stopped his hips, his cock completely in my as I felt it throb inside me. I felt every pulse of his jizz filling me, warming me up from the inside. “Fuck yes, son,” I groaned as I squeezed his ass. Brandon captured my mouth, his cock still firmly sheathed in me and moving. “Love you, Daddy,” Brandon mumbled against my lips. “Love you, son,” I replied, my heart full as I wrapped my arms around my son’s strong body, my hands appreciating Brandon’s soft skin and broad back. “Now, your turn to cum in me,” Brandon said with a grin as he pulled out of me. I rolled on top of him, leaving a trail of kisses from his neck to his navel, until I reached his cock. I licked my son’s beautiful dick from its base to the head, reveling in the tasty juices that still covered his stick. I licked Brandon until he was hard again, enjoying the moans I got out of him as my lips and tongue teased his cock the way he teased my hole earlier. I wanted to watch that cock erupt with thick white jizz, starved for it and desperate to have to fill my mouth until I choked. “You’re killing me, Dad,” Brandon panted. “I’m going to cum again at this rate.” “That’s the idea, son,” I said, swiping my tongue up and down the underside of Brandon’s cock, just below the head. “I want you to fill my mouth with your sweet son cum.” “Fuck, Daddy,” Brandon cried out as he came again. I watched, mesmerized by the sight of Brandon’s cum slowly spilling out, dripping down the sides of his beautiful length, waiting for me to lick it all up. I went to work, leaning down until my tongue could reach Brandon’s balls. I licked his hairy balls, hoping they would produce more cum for me to eat, until I felt Brandon’s jizz on my cheek. I moved my tongue to the base of Brandon’s cock, thrilled to start licking his cum. I slowly traced my tongue up my son’s erection, collecting every drop of cum I could, humming with pleasure when it hit my tastebuds. “Daddy, that’s so fucking hot,” Brandon said, urging me to look up at my son, making eye contact with him as I kept on licking him clean. He was holding his phone, probably had been filming me from the beginning. I didn’t mind now, had already popped that cherry with Josh earlier. Turned me on even more, to be filmed doing such nasty things to my son. I gave him a show, making sure to be extra slow as I licked every bit of cum I could find while looking directly at the camera, moaning as loud as I could. “So good for Daddy, my little baby boy,” I said, opening my mouth to show him all the cum I’d collected, letting some drip down the sides of my mouth. I swallowed Brandon’s load, wiping the rest from my face and making sure to lick my fingers clean. “Fuck, Daddy, you’re such a cumslut,” Brandon said, putting his phone closer to my face. “How can I not be, when your cum tastes so finger lickin’ good?” I said with a wink, getting a chuckle out of Brandon. I fingered my hole, wanting more of Brandon’s cum, groaning when I entered my sensitive hole. “Daddy, you’re still hungry?” Brandon asked as he moved around me with his camera still on me. “Always for you,” I said, happy to see the cum I found from my hole, bringing it to my mouth, looking at the camera. “You have the best cum in the world.” “You should taste yours,” Brandon said, putting his phone on the side as he manhandled me on the bed, bringing me on top of him, my mouth back up to his face and capturing my tongue in his mouth. He sucked on my tongue, making me moan like the whore I was becoming. He used one hand to guide my hard cock to his hole, using the other to get more lube. “You’re going to fill your son’s hole,” Brandon whispered in my ear. “Then you’re going to your cum out of my ass, got it?” “Anything you want, baby,” I said as I entered my son’s welcoming hole. I was startled by soft knocks, my heart jumping to my throat as I feared turning my head around, cold sweat covering me in an instant. Brandon froze under me as well, fear gripping both of us at the realization that was someone else was here, catching us in flagrante delicto, once again. Fuck, how bad was our luck? I chanced looking back at the intruder, my eyes landing on Josh. I was shocked to see the blond jock at the entrance of Brandon’s bedroom, looking sheepish dressed in nothing but a thong and a mesh crop top that barely covered his body. As fast as fear had seized me, it left my body and I let my head hang against Brandon as I breathed a sigh of relief. “Josh, you scared the fuck out of me,” I couldn’t help but say, meeting Brandon’s equally scared face. I cupped my son’s cheek, my cock still buried deep inside him, and dropped a kiss on Brandon’s lips to comfort him. It was nothing Josh hadn’t already seen or done with me—or with Brandon, for that matter—I thought, and didn’t bother hiding what I was doing with my son. At least this time Josh wasn’t filming us. His thong was soaked with precum, his hard cock straining against the fabric which barely covered Josh’s erection. It was quite the sight and it made my cock throb inside Brandon, eliciting a moan out of him. I knew my son wasn’t a fan of Josh after what the blond jock had pulled on us, but I had gotten a taste of nasty sex with Josh and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t enjoyed it. “Leave us alone, Josh,” Brandon said, though there was barely any heat in his voice as he seemed completely dazed. I grinned, satisfied to see my son so focused on having his Daddy’s cock plow him he could barely talk. Still, Brandon wrapped his arms and legs possessively around me, bringing my lips to his again as I kept moving my cock inside him. “Hey, Daddy, little bro,” Josh said as he approached the bed, almost shy. I felt Josh’s hands on my back, caressing me. “Got room for one more?”

This is my go-to story whenever I’m horny. Hope to see more of your writing @Wetnraw

Wow, it's been over a year since I updated this story. But here is a short new chapter. Enjoy and let me know what you think ! If you have ideas, I'm all ears. I was floored by the amount of videos Josh had filmed. They were all so perfectly organized, too. Each guy that had fucked him had his own folder, even if they were known as Daddy from the gym or Muscle Daddy #2. Josh proudly showed me an online website where he posted his videos, and people subscribed to him monthly. He had hundreds of subscribers, it was insane—though I wasn’t surprised, considering how hot the videos were, and I was lucky to have free access to them. “You can watch any video you want,” Josh said beside me, having sat me down at his comfy desk chair as he was sitting on my lap. I opened Brandon’s folder, curious to see just how many times he had filmed my son. I counted just 4 files, sighing with relief. Josh had made it sound like he had hundreds of them earlier. “Did you post them on your page too?” I asked, unable to stop from glancing back and forth between the computer and Josh jerking himself. The man was an insatiable little slut, and I was slowly turning into one as well, I realized as my cock sprung back to life just from the sight of him. “No, Bran didn’t want me to, these are just for my personal pleasure,” Josh grinned, creating a new folder and naming it Dad. “Here, our first video together, and probably my hottest one yet.” I watched him upload the video we’d just filmed together, my cock hardening even more as I watched the replay of what we’d just done. I heard the familiar sound of an incoming text from Josh’s phone. “Bran-bran liked our film,” Josh claimed, which I doubted very much. I shut my mouth, feeling terrible as I pictured my son watching his father having sex with his frat brother. I couldn’t even imagine how awful he must be feeling. I know I felt terrible at the thought of my son at home alone and lonely. “Hey, Daddy, what’s wrong?” Josh asked, lifting my chin up to meet his eyes. He looked genuinely concerned, his hands cupping my face as he leaned in to kiss me lightly. “Nothing,” I lied, turning my attention back to the computer to avoid Josh’s inquiring. I opened one video that had caught my attention in my son’s folder, titled Baby bro and Daddy. Just as I had feared, the video featured an older man, Brandon and Josh. The third guy was older, yes, but not older than me. He was bald, broad-shouldered, with a nice cock, I hated to admit. The video started with Josh as the cameraman, with Brandon and the “Daddy” fully clothed and facing each other. “What are you doing here, Daddy?” Brandon asked, and part of me felt sick to watch what was basically a gay porn video starring my son. “Just checking on you, baby boy, wanted to see how college was going.” Something I hadn’t done much in the past year, which made me feel even guiltier. Josh didn’t seem to notice, as he was busy kissing my neck and watching the video himself. I felt an impossible longing for Brandon right then, wishing I had my son here in my arms. “Fuck, good choice, Daddy, this is one of my favorites,” Josh muttered. “First time Bran-bran showed me how much he needs a Daddy in his life.” “I missed you,” Brandon said, putting his hands on the other man. “That’s why I came to see you.” They started kissing tenderly, the older man so gentle with my son I couldn’t bear watching it and skipped ahead, to a part where Brandon was getting fucked—bareback—by the stranger while Josh fucked the latter. I closed the video altogether, getting up from the chair so suddenly Josh almost fell on his bubble butt. “Damn it,” I cursed, and started pacing in the room. Josh stopped me and hugged me from behind, his hard-on pressing against my ass. “You miss Bran-bran, huh, Daddy?” Josh said, grinding his cock slowly between my cheeks, his hands stroking my chest and playing with my nipples as he kissed my neck. “I miss him too.” I let myself enjoy Josh’s expert hands and lips on my body, hoping the lust would take over the pain. The worst part of it all was that the lust did take over, and quite quickly. I threw my head back to rest on Josh’s shoulder, giving him better access to my neck. “You know what, Daddy?” Josh said between kisses and licks. “Tomorrow we’ll go back to your place, so little Bran can join in on the fun, what do you say?” That got my dick twitching, thinking about fucking my son again, and damn did that make me feel even more perverted. As if roleplaying with Josh wasn’t enough, my own biological son turned me on even more. Josh’s cock rubbed insistently on my hole and I pushed back on it. “Fuck, Daddy, you’re driving me crazy,” Josh whispered in my ear. He pushed me on his bed as he turned on one camera I hadn’t noticed earlier, expertly hidden in the corner of Josh’s room. He grabbed a tripod and set up another camera by the side of the bed. The kid was a professional porn star and director, it seemed. I was impressed and horny at the same time. I hadn’t considered myself an exhibitionist before this, but knowing I was going to be filmed gave me a new thrill. I was discovering all sorts of new experiences lately. Josh soon joined me on the bed, covering my naked body with his and kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his strong back, my tongue caressing his while our cocks rubbed against one another. “Fuck, Daddy,” Josh said. “I can’t get enough of you.” “Me neither, son,” I replied, my hands traveling south to knead Josh’s bubble butt. I fingered his slippery hole, entering it smoothly and gaining a sweet moan from Josh. “Yes, Daddy, finger me,” Josh said, moving his ass back and forth to fuck himself on my finger, his cock leaking so much precum it slid easily along my own hardon. I captured Josh’s lips again, enjoying his talents as a kisser while I kept fingering him. “I want your cock Daddy.” Josh sit up and straddled my waist, guiding my cock right under his hole before he sank on it. “Fuck! You’re so big, Daddy,” Josh said as he started fucking himself. “Filling me so good, stretching my tight son hole.” I was speechless, lost in the moment. Josh’s hole was still so slick, so warm and velvety around my cock. I never wanted this to stop. I hated to admit it, but sex with these boys felt so much better than what I’ve had in the past with my own wife. I moved my hips to meet Josh’s rhythm, and sooner than I wanted, I felt myself on the verge of shooting my load. “I’m going to cum, son,” I panted, and as soon as I let the words out, I felt Josh’s walls clenching around my cock as he stopped moving and sat back. “Fuck yes, fill me up, Daddy, fill me up,” he said, looking me straight in the eyes. That was the trigger for my cock, and for the second time today, I shot deep inside Josh, my cock spurting more cum than I thought possible. Josh bent down to kiss me, my dick still lodged deep inside him with my cum. He eventually pulled my cock out, and got on all fours to show his hole to the camera set by the bed. “Such a big Daddy load in there,” Josh said as he fingered himself, scooping my load from his ass and approaching his face in front of the camera to eat every single drop. It was so fucking hot, watching him eat my cum while moaning appreciatively. “You guys, the best tasting cum in the world is your own Daddy’s load,” Josh said with a grin before he turned to look at me. “Right, Daddy?” I brought Josh back on the bed over me to cup his face and kiss him again, tasting myself on this tongue. I was intoxicated, and at this point, I didn’t even care that I was cheating repeatedly on my wife, that I was enjoying roleplaying incest sex with a gorgeous twenty-something. “It’s my turn now, baby boy,” I said, grabbing his cock to guide it to my entrance as I lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist. He took some lube from his bedside table, prepping my hole and his cock. The black bottle of lube caught my eye, and as I watched closely, I realized the lube looked a lot like…Cum. “Like that, Daddy?” Josh asked, having clearly caught me. “Looks real, doesn’t it?” He squirted some more lube on his fingers, bringing them close to me so I could see better—yep, looked like the real thing—before he spread the cum lube on his stubbled face, and it made him look even hotter. “Ready, Daddy?” Josh asked as he pressed against my hole. I nodded, and relaxed my shoulders and ass to welcome Josh’s raw cock. It felt amazing, his long hard dick hitting my prostate with each one of his thrusts. His dirty talk was driving me insane with lust. My own cock was hard again, which I considered a miracle at this point at my age. “Kiss me, son,” I ordered, brining Josh down to meet his lips as he fucked me harder and harder until he buried himself deep inside me and started shooting his load. “I’m coming, Daddy,” Josh said before he captured my lips to stifle my moans. No matter how many times it happened, it still felt amazing to have cum bursting inside you. I couldn’t believe just how good it felt, especially when it’s a big hot guy like Josh that does the deed while caring for you. Josh crashed in my arms as he pulled out, his heavy body on top of me. Josh was a great cuddler, and his body fit right into mine. “I love you, Daddy.” “Love you too, son,” I replied with a kiss on top of his head.

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One of the hottest stories I've had the pleasure to read, really made me shoot hard. I love how you're writing more stories in the same universe. I also would love for you to give us some visuals of your characters, who would you cast?

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A/N : Hey guys ! It's been a long time, but no worries, sooner or later, I always get horny for some good old gay incest. So here's the next part of the story, which I almost took to whole other direction, but ultimately I changed my mind. It would've required the story to be moved to another section of the site, and I wanted to keep this "clean", at least for now... Let me know what you think. There's no better compliment than telling me my story made you shoot loads, so shoot away ! Daddy and Josh. ————————————————————————————————————— I glanced at Josh, studying his gorgeous face, his innocent looks betraying the evil mastermind that really was. I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him, not really. Anyone else would have already exposed the incestuous nature of my relationship with Brandon. But Josh here? He was perverted enough to actually find that hot, and was giving us a chance to keep it a secret. I prayed to God the nature of our relationship would never be exposed more than it already was. “Where are you taking me?” I asked halfway through the drive, fidgeting in my seat as I conjured all kinds of crazy things Josh was going to do to me. “To my moms’ place,” Josh answered, surprising me. “They’re on vacation in Bali for two weeks, we’ll have the whole place to ourselves.” Moms? Oh God. It struck me then. Had Josh never met his father? It could explain his Daddy kink. It didn’t explain my son’s though. I still didn’t understand how Brandon’s mind became so twisted. I’d always thought of myself as a good father, but evidently, the situation I had gotten myself in with my son couldn’t be explained so easily. Before I knew it, we arrived at Josh’s place. It was in a pretty nice residential neighborhood not far from where we lived, actually, and the house looked like nice and homey. Josh grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car, a seductive smile on his face. He carried my overnight bag, and even opened the door for me. It was all so surreal, I still had a hard time believing it. “Make yourself at home, Daddy,” Josh said, sounding like a giddy little boy though he was anything but little. I watched him walk ahead and run up the stairs with my stuff, leaving me alone to discover his childhood home. My eyes were drawn to the framed pictures adorning the wall of the wooden stairs. I grabbed one with Josh standing between his two mothers, the three of them looking so happy at a park. One of Josh’s mothers looked familiar to me, with her blonde wavy hair and green eyes, her delicate features. Her name was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t remember it. Did I know her from high school ? “That one was taken on my 11th birthday,” Josh’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Were you adopted?” I asked. “No, my mom got pregnant from a one night stand in college,” Josh answered with a shrug. “That was before she finally accepted the fact that men weren’t her thing. I never met my father.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, looking back at the picture. That was when it hit me. I did know Josh’s mother, and I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten her. “Tessa,” I muttered her name, as memories of our encounters flashed through my mind. We hadn’t socialized much in college, we were on friendly terms because of our common friends, but we were acquaintances at best. Except for one party when we’d been much closer than that. “You know my mom?” Josh said, looking at me wide eyes. “We knew each other in college, haven’t seen her since then,” I answered, a little taken aback by how small the world was, and that was the end of the conversation. Josh took my hand and led me up to his bedroom, where he eagerly threw me on his bed. I rolled over to the edge and got up, backing away from Josh. “I’m not going to do anything with you,” I said. I was not going to give him that satisfaction. He was blackmailing Brandon and I, I had already agreed to come with him, but I never agreed to have sex with him—no matter how tempting he was. This was crazy and it was my fault. I had let my horny mind take over and leading me into one poor decision after another. Had I not signed up on that cursed app, I never would’ve cheated on Kate with my own son. I never would’ve found out my son harbored unspeakable feelings for me, and we never would’ve acted on them. I never would’ve fallen for Brandon and ruined his life. “Oh but you are, Daddy,” Josh said as he stripped off his shorts, leaving only his tiny white speedo on. He was an enticing sight, and it pained me to admit that the only way to stay strong was to look away. I started for the bedroom door, not knowing how I was going to survive the night here alone with this young predator, but I knew I needed some fresh air away from Josh. “Come on, Daddy, I know you want this as much as I do,” Josh purred, grabbing my wrist and yanking me close to him, his big body overwhelming me. Damn the kid was tall, his arms locked tight around my waist. I looked up at him, his hands resting on my ass, kneading it leisurely. My cock is achingly hard, and so was his, and the moment he started thrusting his hips, I began to lose it. “I don’t,” I said, stepping away before I could give in to my urges and heading for the door once again. This time, Josh let me go, and I quickly made my way down to the living room. I had no plan, but being anywhere but the bedroom seemed like the best course of action. I sat on the couch, which was big enough for my frame to sleep on comfortably, and if I had my way, I was going to spend the night on it, alone. “I’m losing patience, Daddy,” Josh said as he joined me in the living room, completely naked this time, with his phone in hand. He brought his phone up and started taking pictures of me—I instinctively brought my hand up to hide my face, only to realize that he was actually recording. “Daddy, why won’t you fuck me? I’m so hungry for your cum,” Josh said, approaching dangerously. He was jerking himself, phone camera pointed at his large dick, then back up to me. “Josh, stop this,” I ordered, trying to sound as reprimanding as I could, which seemed to work as he stopped. “Fine,” he said, pouting as he sat next to me, huddling close. I allowed it, hoping it would appease Josh. “I know what’ll get you horned up,” Josh said, getting back on his phone. Within a few seconds, the giant TV mounted on the wall facing us turned on, and my eyes grew wide when I saw what he’d cast on the TV. It was Brandon. My son, completely naked, lying on his back, his big son cock resting on his smooth and rock hard body. Josh had a sex tape of my son, who looked completely dazed, his beautiful eyes directed at the camera, his mischievous grin making me so hard I could hardly think. “Do you like it, little brother?” Josh’s voice came through clearly. “Fuck yeah, big bro,” Brandon replied, and the view shifted down until I saw Josh’s raw cock buried deep in my son’s hole. The sight made my insides churn with envy and anger. How dare Josh show me a tape of him fucking my son?! But fuck, the dirty incestuous talk between them, the beautiful sight of my son made me want to shoot my third load of the day. Josh had obviously caught on my raging hardon, and plastered himself all over me, hand slowly jerking me off. I was frozen, mesmerized by the TV screen. “Breed me, Josh, breed your little brother,” Brandon begged as the fucking started getting frantic, the camera showing Josh’s cock going in and out, often showing the entire length of Brandon’s beautiful body getting fucked, his hands holding onto the bed’s headrest. “Such a cumslut, little bro,” Josh panted. “Look at that creamy hole.” And look I did. The camera focused on my son’s tight hole as Josh pulled out, white thick fluids coming out of it. Fuck, it was so hot. That Josh really knew how to film. “Do you want a second load in there?” “Yes, please, give it to me big brother,” Brandon begged again, which was only lowering my defences further. Damn. How long ago did this take place, and how often? I wondered. Before recent events, I never would’ve suspected my son was having unprotected gay sex so casually. He was good at keeping up appearances; I had never seen this coming. Having a Daddy kink was one thing, but it blew my mind to see my son’s sexual kinks so incest-oriented. “I have a couple more,” Josh whispered in my ear, one hand still stroking my cock while the other slipped underneath my shirt to play with my nipples. “But I bet you’ll like the one I filmed earlier by the pool best.” Freeing one of his hands, he got back to his phone, and as announced, put on the incriminating sex tape he was using to blackmail me. I hadn’t seen much earlier, but damn it was hot. He’d filmed everything, from beginning to end, I realized. “I finally have you all to myself,” Josh grinned. He licked at my neck, grinding his smooth body against mine, our cocks hardening together. “Fuck,” I said, groaning as I enjoyed this young man’s body. I couldn’t help myself, watching Brandon and I making love had torn all my defenses down. Besides, Josh did feel exceptionally good, and I let my arms wrap around Josh’s broad back. The bastard had won. “You taste so good, Daddy,” Josh said, the last word hitting me hard. I was sick, I knew it, still I enjoyed hearing Josh call me that. I captured Josh’s lips, kissing him like my life depended on it. I was trapped with Josh, and no matter how bad I felt over this situation, how guilty I felt for cheating on my wife—and, even if I hated to admit it, on my son—I told myself I might as well enjoy it. I could still hear Brandon’s moans loud in the background, and if I tried, I could almost pretend it was Brandon here kissing me rather than Josh. “Fuck, son,” I said as we pulled away, and I cupped Josh’s face in my hands, looking up at him. He was hot beyond words, and the bastard knew it. Josh brought our lips back together, and I swallowed his moans, my cock nestling comfortably between his plump ass cheeks. “I will finally get your load, Daddy,” Josh whispered in my ear, moving back to sit on my cock. His tight lubed hole took in my cock like it was made for it, and I threw my head back as bliss took over me. I didn’t even care about safety, I only wanted to fuck Josh raw. “See, Daddy? Do you see now how wrong you were earlier?” Josh said with a devilish grin as he rode my cock. “My ass is the sweetest you’ll ever experience.” It was hard to argue with him at the moment, when he pumped my cock so expertly, tightening his hole around me just at the right moment. I rolled Josh on his back and put his legs over my shoulders, facing him fully as I fucked him harder. I wanted to punish the gorgeous bastard for separating Brandon and I. I was angry at him for having caught us, for having so much power over us now, for having manipulated me so easily into fucking him. Even in his lustful daze, Josh was lucid enough to grab his phone and turn off the TV, proceeding to turn on his camera to film our fucking. “Yes, Daddy, give me your load,” Josh panted, face flushed and breathing fast, camera pointed at me, then he moved it to show my cock entering his hole. “Fill me, fill me, fill me…” “Is that what you want, baby boy? Want Daddy’s load?” I said, giving in to my inner devil. This father/son talk was making things so much hotter, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. I knew Josh wasn’t my son, but it still made me hot. Sure, it wasn’t as hot as fucking Brandon, but looking down at Josh’s perfectly sculpted body, taking my cock like a common whore, filming his depraved behavior, begging for his daddy’s cum? Few things in life gave me such pleasure. “Yes, Daddy, I’ve been craving it for so long,” Josh said. “Give it to me, Daddy, breed me, Daddy.” “Here it comes, son,” I said, pumping my third load of the day into Josh, mesmerized by the sheer ecstasy on his face. He looked so beautiful, and that thought made me feel even guiltier, but my body was on autopilot, seeking more pleasure as I kept fucking Josh. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy,” Josh moaned, hands busy with his phone, and I watched, completely transfixed as Josh came buckets all over his defined abs, without even touching himself. I couldn’t help myself, the sight of so much cum, over such a gorgeous body was a delicious sight. I bent down and licked hungrily, lapping up as much cum as I could. “Give it to me, Daddy,” Josh said, his hand on the back of my head guiding me up. I obeyed, having gathered a pool of sweet cum in my mouth, I hovered over Josh’s and released a steady stream of jizz onto his eager tongue. Glancing sideways, I saw the phone camera angled perfectly to capture our snowballing, and I couldn’t help but look at the camera lens, smirking at it. It was so dirty, and I loved it. Josh brought me down and captured my lips, our tongues exchanging his load between us. Fuck, I loved this sloppy kiss, having cum in the mix made it so much better. I swallowed as much of the cum as I could, and it seemed Josh did as well. “Thank you, Daddy,” Josh breathed out when we pulled away. I stood back to catch my breath, watching Josh do his thing, phone still recording as he reached for his hole and fingered himself, moaning like the slut he was and catching it on film. “Fuuuck, Daddy, thanks for all this cum,” Josh said, cupping his hand underneath his hole as he started to push out my load. He gave me his phone, asking me to film it—who was I to refuse? It was so hot, I directed the camera at his stretched hole, watching my cum drip. “Such a hot hole, baby boy,” I groaned. “Thank you, Daddy,” Josh said, then brought his hand up to his mouth, and I followed with his phone, watching him gulp my cum like a starved man. “Mmhh, you taste so good, Daddy,” Josh said as he licked his fingers clean. He reminded me so much of Brandon right now, and fuck, it was no surprise they behaved so much alike if they hung out and did all this dirty stuff together. It was probably why being with Josh felt so much like being with Brandon. They were both young and hot, both twisted in the best way, and both yearning for me as their Daddy. I almost felt bad for Josh, who had never his own father. I felt myself give in to Josh, maybe it was pity, maybe it was true affection, but I took him in my arms and kissed him, enjoying another cummy kiss with him. He was sweet, even if perverted, and if all he needed was a Daddy, I was going to be that Daddy. He didn’t have to sleep around anymore. “Son,” I said, looking him in the eye. “Yes, Daddy?” “Is that what you want? Me as your father?” “More than anything,” Josh replied. “Not just a Daddy you have sex with,” I clarified. “But a real father, someone to guide you, to be there if you need him.” “Would you do that for me?” Josh asked, surprised, his arms tightening their grip around me. “Yes,” I answered truthfully. The kid had worn me down, had blown me away into changing my mind about him. It only took having sex with him to understand just how serious he was when he said he wanted a Daddy, and had been craving it for a long time. I understood him now. “Oh, Dad, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” Josh said, hugging me. I hugged him back, burying my nose in his neck, inhaling his scent. “Let’s send that video to Bran-bran, show him what a happy family we can be, finally,” Josh said, triumphant. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Josh…” “Trust me, he’ll like it,” Josh assured me, taking his phone back from me. I let him do his thing, letting him go from my arms. I enjoyed the feel of his body, loved caressing it, just like I did Brandon’s. Thinking of my son, it made me realize some thing. “Hey, son,” I said, getting Josh’s attention. “Will you send me that video of Brandon and I?” I asked, the images flashing back in my head and making me hard again. Just minutes ago I was cursing that damn video, but now? Something in my mind had clicked, and I knew I could trust Josh now, completely. Our secret would be safe with him, part of me was convinced of that. And I wanted a souvenir of that hot love-making session with my son. Josh only smirked at my question, and kissed me again. “Of course, Daddy, come upstairs with me, I’ll upload everything from my computer to your phone.” “Everything?” “Yeah, I have so much more to show you,” Josh said, and gave me another kiss, all this talk about his sex tapes obviously turning him on. I was ready for another round myself, thinking about Brandon in compromising situations. Our cocks were on alert, grinding together. “Lead the way, son,” I said, now excited to see what Josh had in store for me now.

A/N : Here's the next part of this story. Hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think ! Oh, for good measure, here's a refresher of what my characters look like, you know, just to help things along when you read this. Josh, Daddy, and Brandon. -------------------------------------------------------- Brandon didn’t waste time and moved in on me, his lips capturing mine, his tongue invading my mouth as his arms enveloped me in a tight embrace. I was utterly lost, and didn’t know what to do anymore. Fuck Brandon, don’t fuck Brandon? Continue down this path of incestuous depravity or condemn my son to a life of meaningless fucks with dangerous strangers? I responded to Brandon’s kiss, unable to think, and let my son take me to my bed. “Brandon, wait, please,” I managed to say as I came up for air, but not fast enough to prevent my son pushing me back on the mattress, leaving me at his mercy. “No more talking, Dad, I’m tired of arguing with you,” he said as he ripped my shirt open, his display of strength turning me on. “We can’t do this here,” I said. We couldn’t leave any evidence of what we were about to do. This thing between us had to remain a secret. “Why not? We’ve already done it before,” Brandon whispered in my ear while grinding our hard cocks together, pushing the sex addict in me further out. “Please, son.” “Please, what, Daddy?” Brandon asked, running his hands over my hard pecs, our cocks sliding along more easily as we leaked more precum. “Anywhere but this room, I’ll do anything you want, but not here,” I finally panted, hating myself for giving in. Brandon had won. I didn’t want him to fuck strangers. I didn’t want him to endanger himself, letting anyone fuck him bareback. But above all else, I wanted my son. I wanted to keep experiencing this incestuous and unbelievable love from him. I could admit it to myself now, but it didn’t make me feel any less guilty and bad. Brandon had the hugest grin on his face as he got up from me, taking my hand to pull me up from the bed. I was still wearing shorts, but I discarded my now ripped shirt. Brandon was in nothing but his tiny speedos, and I was fixated on his firm bubble butt as I walked behind him. He led me outside to the garden, where the sun was slowly setting. “I want to fuck you underwater,” Brandon told me as he undressed me completely, before we sat down on the edge of the pool, naked. I was too turned on to care, and had switched my brain off, too hurt by all the confusing thoughts running around my head earlier. We lowered ourselves in the water, Brandon’s smooth and hard body pressing against my back, his hard cock resting comfortably in the cleft of my ass as he rubbed my hole back and forth. The itch in my hole was strong, and I wanted Brandon to take me already. I pushed back against Brandon’s cock, and begged him to fuck me. “I love you, Daddy,” Brandon said, his hands caressing my chest as the head of his cock slowly pushed against my hole. “Love your raw ass, love your body.” “Fuck, son,” I muttered as Brandon entered me fully, and started thrusting hard. Without any lube, his thrusts hurt more than usual, and Brandon must have sensed my discomfort as he quickly stopped. “Sorry, Daddy,” he said, pulling out of me and helping me out of the pool. He lowered me on one of the long chairs, grabbing a bottle of lube to finger me properly. “I was so eager I didn’t prep you.” “It’s ok, son,” I assured him as I lay on my front, moaning as he added a second finger, getting in more lube inside me. Brandon took his time, using one hand to stretch me open while his other massaged my back, my neck. He was awfully patient now, probably confident that I wasn’t going to bail on him anymore. “What do you say we get back in the water?” Brandon said as he rose back up, his strong frame towering over me, giving me an outstanding view of his perfect body. I took him in, eyeing his cock hungrily while he took some more lube and fingered himself. My cock twitched as I watched my son’s beautiful face, his eyes closed as he moaned loud. “Fuck, my hole feels so empty without your cock, Daddy,” Brandon said as he bent a little more forward and kept fingering himself. It was mesmerizing, watching my son pleasuring himself that way, and my cock was so hard it was starting to hurt. I stood up and grabbed his hand, taking us back to the pool. He clung to me as soon as we fell in the cool water, his legs wrapped around my waist, my cock teasing his lubed hole. He lowered himself until I penetrated him, his loud moans spurring me on, his warmth around my cock pure ecstasy. “Oh, fuck, fuck me, Daddy, yeah,” Brandon kept muttering, his arms around my shoulders, my hands holding his perfect ass while I pounded him. “Fuck, nothing feels as good as your ass, son,” I said, throwing my head back, giving access to my neck, which Brandon took as a sign to kiss me there. “Not even Josh’s ass?” Brandon challenged, tightening his grip around my waist with his legs, clenching his hole around my cock. “Not even Josh’s ass,” I replied before we kissed again, our moans muffled as our tongues stroke. I slid in and out of my son easily, my thrusts making waves all around us. I walked further into the deeper end of the pool until the water level came to our shoulders. The water was cool on my skin, and Brandon’s own skin felt silky against mine, his hard cock rubbing against my abs as I fucked him. “You’re mine, Daddy, mine only,” Brandon said, working my cock with his ass in a way that made me cum faster than I thought I would. I unloaded my paternal seed inside my son, groaning as I came hard, at last. Brandon’s velvety hole around my cock, his young and smooth hard body against mine, it all felt so good I saw stars when I closed my eyes. I had so much pent up sexual frustration from all the teasing it was a relief to finally be able to release myself. “Fuck yeah, Daddy, knock me up, that’s it,” Brandon shouted, loud enough for our neighbors to hear, which, part of me hoped they would. Fuck. I stayed inside him for a while longer as we kissed, Brandon’s incessant moans making me hard again. “It’s your turn now, baby,” I said and started to pull out, but Brandon stayed put, holding on to my cock. “Wait, let’s get out of the pool first,” Brandon said, looking at me with wide eyes. “I don’t want your load to spill out in the water.” It seemed like a waste, indeed. So I carried my son out of the pool—it was a good thing I had made steps built in the pool so I could actually walk out of it with Brandon in my arms, my cock still inside him. I lowered my son on his back on one of the long chairs, pushing wet strands of hair out of his beautiful face. I slowly pulled out of him, watching his hole close tight to keep my seed in. “I love you, son,” I told him, heart swelling as I looked into his revering eyes. In that instant, I knew I had made the right choice. I couldn’t let anyone else take my son the way I had just taken him. This was the only way I could keep him safe. “I love you, Daddy,” Brandon said and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me down for another kiss. I settled over Brandon, straddling his waist until his cock faced my hole. I pushed back and forth, letting my son spread my cheeks so my hole could meet his cock. “Fuck me, son,” I said between kisses. “Fuck Daddy.” “Yeah? You want my raw cock in you, Daddy?” “Fuck yeah, give it to me,” I said as Brandon teased my hole some more. I pushed back, letting the head slip in, an animalistic sound coming out of me when I engulfed my son’s cock entirely to the root. I rode him slowly, rocking back and forth over my son’s body, maintaining eye contact with Brandon as he drilled me. “Fuck you’re so beautiful, Daddy,” Brandon said, caressing my upper body with deference. Brandon fucked me for what felt like hours, and I couldn’t get enough of his cock inside me. “I’m going to cum, Dad,” Brandon said after a while, picking up his pace, fucking me faster. “I’m going to fill you up.” “Do it! Give me your sperm, son,” I said, catching up with Brandon’s frantic thrusts. “I’ve been craving it all day, ever since you left me hanging at work.” “I knew it, Daddy,” he said, going all the way in and holding my ass in place as his cock twitched and released its precious cum in me. I could feel every pulse of my son’s seed inside me, and I bit down on Brandon’s neck to keep my moans in check as I kept milking his cock with my hole. I wanted him to stay in me forever, and tried to let him know with a passionate kiss. I lay down fully on top of Brandon, clenching my ass when his cock pulled out of me to keep his load inside, and tangled our legs together. I rested my head on Brandon’s chest, enjoying the comfort his embrace brought me, and was about to doze when someone spoke up. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” It wasn’t Brandon’s voice, I startled and got up from Brandon, grabbing a towel to cover myself as I faced the intruder. “Josh?! What the fuck are you doing here?” Brandon said as he stood up as well, glaring at his frat brother, who was wearing the same outfit as earlier, save for a pair of shorts covering his speedo. Josh was walking over from where he’d been clearly hiding, behind the outdoor stone oven. He was licking his hand, and as he came closer, I noticed he was licking his own cum off of his fingers. “I left my shorts at your place earlier, what with you two rushing me out, so I came back to get it. Imagine my delight when I overheard your little conversation through the front door,” Josh said, tapping on his phone and turning the volume up. My eyes widened in horror when I heard what Josh had recorded, when I heard my voice loud and clear. ‘I’m sorry, okay? You saw how pushy Josh is! He forced himself on me!’ ‘Really, Dad? Until you were fucking him?’ ‘I’m sorry’ ‘Really, Daddy? What are you going to do to make me forgive you?’ ‘Son, we really shouldn’t. Brandon, you don’t want to prove Josh right, do you? This is getting dangerous, he’s onto us.’ “All right, that’s enough, cut it out,” I barked, my heart beating erratically as panic took over me. Fuck, fuck, fuck. We were so screwed. I was right all along, someone was bound to find out—I just never thought it would be so soon. “And it just goes on and on,” Josh added with a victorious smile. “You two were so caught up in your little lovers’ quarrel you didn’t even hear me following you around, recording every damning piece of evidence of your little affair.” “What do you want, Josh?” Brandon growled, arms crossed over his chest as he stepped protectively in front of me. I felt so small, not even daring to look at my own son as I wrapped the towel securely around my waist. I wanted the ground to shift and just swallow me. “Best part of it all? I filmed you two out here,” Josh said, gesturing at our garden. “With the sunset and everything, it was so romantic…and deliciously forbidden. You two were so fucking hot you made me cum hard.” “What. Do you. Want, Josh?” Brandon repeated, advancing on him threateningly. I was speechless, completely frozen on the spot. I might even have been hyperventilating; feeling like my entire world was about to collapse. Josh was going to expose us both, I was going to lose everything. “I want him,” Josh said, pointing at me. I looked up at the blond’s handsome face, silently pleading for his mercy. “No,” Brandon started to protest, but was cut off short when Josh held his phone up again, and played the footage he’d just recorded of us fucking in the pool, our loud groans coming through. I didn’t know what to do to get out of this situation. I never should’ve listened to Brandon. Had I been stronger, we never would’ve gotten into this situation. I would’ve just left the house, and Josh would’ve had no proof but a voice recording. We could’ve denied everything, but he had that video footage too. “Really, Bran-bran? Are you really going to try to argue?” Josh said with a fake sympathetic face. “I mean, if you don’t hand Daddy over to me, I’m going to show everyone what nasty things you’ve been doing together, starting with Mrs Marks.” “No!” I shouted, stepping forward, ready to deliver myself to this perverted young jock. “I’ll do anything you want, Josh, please.” “Now that’s what I like to hear,” Josh said, beckoning me over with a hand as he pocketed his phone. I started to walk, but Brandon held me back with a strong grip around my wrist. “Dad, no, don’t leave me,” Brandon pleaded. He looked so young and vulnerable, naked, even with the grown and strong body he had. I didn’t want to leave my son, but what choice did I have? Josh was in control of both our fates here. “Let him go, Bran,” Josh said with a warning tone. “I’m taking him with me. Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of him.” “You bastard,” Brandon spat, letting go of me. I went to Josh, the latter grinning when finally I was within his arms’ reach. He pulled me into a hug, whispering into my ear, “You’re finally mine now, Daddy. I’ll make you see just how wrong you two were, saying my ass doesn’t feel best.” Josh wasn’t shy, running his hands all over my body, right in front of my son, going as far as slipping his hands under my towel. “How does it feel, Bran? Watching your Daddy getting fingered by your bro?” Josh asked, slipping his digit in my cummy hole. I couldn’t help but moan as Josh worked on my prostate, loving the feel of Brandon’s load moving around inside me. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” I heard Brandon say, but lost myself in the feel of Josh’s body, of his fingers in my hole, his hard cock pressing against mine. “You’re right, I’m being cruel here,” Josh said, pulling his fingers out and taking one of my hands. “We’ll just be on our way. Bye, Bran-bran.” I looked back at my son, who looked as defeated as I felt, before I let Josh bring me back inside the house. Brandon was hot on our heels, but I could see how helpless he was, not being able to stop Josh. “Let’s go get your things, and we’ll go,” Josh said, leading me up the stairs to my room with a firm hand on the small of my back. I saw Brandon try to take Josh’s hand off of me, but my son stopped when Josh glared at him. “Why are you doing this, Josh?” I asked, putting on a pair of briefs, followed by another pair of shorts and a black tee shirt. I turned to the blond jock, who raked his eyes over me before making eye contact, nodding with satisfaction at my looks. “Because you’re the Daddy of my dreams, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon,” Josh replied, casting a glance at my son. “I mean, I totally understand how Bran here couldn’t resist you.” Brandon was glaring daggers at Josh, and I was almost afraid for a moment there that he was actually serious about his death threats towards Josh. Brandon stepped closer to Josh, but the latter a hand up to stop him. “Don’t try anything funny, Bran,” Josh warned him. “My phone’s already uploaded everything I’ve recorded to the cloud.” Damn it. Fucking modern technology. Brandon marched towards me instead, and I wanted to meet him halfway and pull him into a hug, but Josh put himself between us. “I think it’s best for you to stop touching each other,” Josh said, a bit too happy about it. “I mean, haven’t you two done enough?” I groaned in frustration, and obeyed Josh, who was apparently my new master. I felt so stupid, being manipulated by a man who was half my age. When I had gathered my night bag and my keys, Josh took me to his car, not even letting me say goodbye to my son properly. “I’ll bring him back to you tomorrow,” Josh told Brandon before getting in the driver’s seat, urging me to get in next to him. I did as told, keeping my mouth shut as I threw my duffle bag in the backseat. I had no idea what Josh had in store for me, but couldn’t bring my self to think about it—I was too scared of what he was going to cook up for me. “What am I going to tell my mom when she doesn’t find him home?” Brandon said in front of our house. How long was Josh going to keep me with him? Would I be home before Kate? What if I wasn’t? Brandon did raise a good question. “I don’t know, get creative,” Josh replied. “You must’ve gotten quite good at lying to your mom lately, right?” With that, he pulled out of the driveway, not giving Brandon a chance to respond. He pulled me into a sloppy kiss when he stopped at a red light, his expert tongue actually making me hard. Fuck, that gorgeous bastard was good. “We’re going to have so much fun, Daddy,” he said when we pulled away, his eyes back on the road as he let one hand travel up my thigh. tbc ——————————————————— A/N : I've got so much more in store for these guys....I'll try to update as soon as possible, but I can't make any promises as to when !

Is it possible to enable editing on posts? I mean, once someone has added a reply after your post, you can you can't edit it anymore. Most forums let you edit your posts whenever. I'd appreciate having the option (irks me when I read my posts and see typos I can't edit!) thanks!

A/N : Glad you're enjoying the story, guys ! Here's the next instalment, which was mostly written when I posted the last part. I'm getting back to work tomorrow, so I don't know when I'll have time to write the next part. Hope you enjoy this though, let me know if it made you blow ! ——————————————————— I came home that day just in time to see Kate leave for work. She didn’t look tired at all, considering she only worked night shifts, and never slept past 1 pm after she came home. “There’s some kale salad leftover from my lunch if you boys want some,” she said before getting in her car. “Oh, and Brandon invited a friend over.” I bid her goodbye, and made my way inside the house. I found Brandon in the pool, with another young man, who looked even more buff than my son did. I went to greet them, as the polite thing to do. “Hey, son,” I said, getting both boys’ attention. What a sight. They looked like two jocks on a gay porn set, their sculpted bodies glistening in the sun, standing side by side. Brandon’s friend was taller than him by at least a foot, I noticed, his short dirty blond hair and blue eyes completing his gorgeous looks. “Hey, Dad,” Brandon said, approaching his blond hunk of a friend, wrapping an arm around his waist. “This is Josh, he’s one of my brothers.” “Hi, Mr. Marks,” Josh greeted me with a wolfish grin. Brandon was smirking, making sure I saw him grope his friend in front of me, his hand caressing Josh’s hip. The little shit was trying to rattle me, to make me jealous. It made my insides churn with rage, and I hated my reaction. Brandon must have seen it on my face, as his grin only grew wider. I turned my attention on Josh, not wanting to play into his little mind games. “Do you want to stay for dinner, Josh?” I asked, glad to have a buffer for the evening. If Brandon could focus his sexual energy on someone else, it would be great. Granted, I’d much rather he had his girlfriend, but I was desperate. Even if I didn’t particularly like the thought of Brandon sleeping around with someone else, I thought it was better than him sleeping with me. “Sure,” he replied, not noticing Brandon’s sideways glare. “Great. Have fun, boys, I’m going to be in my office for a while,” I said as I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt. It really was a hot day, and if Brandon weren’t here, I’d probably have enjoyed a couple laps myself. I headed upstairs to change into a couple of shorts and a tank top before getting comfortable in my office. I had a few things to do for work, what with my team starting a new website for new clients. I could keep an eye on Brandon from my home office, which faced the garden at the back of the house. Both boys were now lounging by the pool in their obscenely small speedos, both on their phones. It was obvious that Josh was not straight, and was probably more than a friend to Brandon. Had they fooled around before? Were they still fooling around? I reprimanded myself for that last question. It was none of my business, Brandon could sleep with anyone he wanted—as long as he wasn’t cheating on anyone, which I knew for a fact he was. Poor Julie, she was such a sweet girl. I shook myself out of my reverie, and focused on work again, getting a few things done before I was interrupted. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Marks,” Josh said as he stepped inside, with his hand still holding the door handle to my office. He was still wearing nothing but his white speedos, and only now as I could get a good look did I notice how tiny they were, how it highlighted his bulge and ass. “I was looking for the bathroom.” I glanced through my window, seeing Brandon dozing still on one of the long chairs. It was almost 8 pm, I hadn’t seen time fly by. I ought to get dinner ready, I thought, so I shut my laptop down. “No worries, I’ll show you.” I led him to Brandon’s own ensuite bathroom, not giving a second thought to Josh’s presence here when there was a guest bathroom downstairs. The house was big, and for any new guest, it would’ve been easy to get lost. “Here you go,” I said, standing in Brandon’s bedroom, pointing at the bathroom door. “If you need anything else, I’ll be in the kitchen.” “Thanks, Mr. Marks,” Josh said, walking to the bedroom door to close it, and then locking it. I was really getting naïve in my old age, I thought as I watched Josh approach me like a predator. “Don’t you need to use the bathroom?” I asked, taking a step back for every step Josh took towards me. Fuck was he big, I realized up close, as he towered over me with his broad chest and big arms. I saw his face up close, and damn was he beautiful. He looked good enough to model, I thought. “Already used it, I’m all prepped,” he said, smirking when my legs hit Brandon’s bed and I fell back. Josh was fast, and jumped on the mattress over me, straddling me. “I do need something else from you.” “Josh, what are you doing?” I asked, moving to get off the bed, but Brandon’s friend was faster, and gripped my wrists, yanking them up and holding them above my head as his knees held my waist in place. “Let me go!” “But you like that, don’t you, Mr. Marks?” Josh said, that last word having become a trigger for my hardon. He rubbed his own erection against mine, making me groan. He kept my wrists in place with one hand, using his free one to show me his phone. There, on his screen, I saw my Grindr profile pic. “Or should I say, Daddy45? This is you, isn’t it?” “Fuck,” I said, closing my eyes, hoping I was going to wake up from this nightmare. Did Josh know about Brandon and I? I was starting to panic. What had my life become, seriously? Fucking my son, getting sexually assaulted by a gorgeous topless jock? “Please, Josh, let me go.” “It is you,” Josh said as he lifted my shirt, revealing my abs. He let go of my wrists to run his hands over my chest, lifting my top higher. “You’re delusional,” I weakly said. “Daddy45 is 0 mile away from me, and only has body pics,” Josh countered, flipping through the different pictures I had uploaded. “And I’m looking down at that very same body right now.” I had nothing to say to that, and Josh looked triumphant above me. Once again, Grindr had gotten me in trouble, I realized. I never should have gotten on that app. I had become a slave to my body’s desires, and was frozen as I let this muscled jock ravage me. It felt so good, to be wanted like this, to be manhandled by a younger but bigger man. I felt the same way with Brandon, and it was part of the pleasure I felt with my son. I felt like I was betraying Brandon as Josh kissed my neck and humped me. He lay down fully on top of me, and I could feel his smooth torso connecting with mine, his hard cock bulging from his tiny speedo. I let my hands travel down to his plump ass, kneading the meaty globes. “Yes, give in to me,” Josh added, making me realize how easy he had actually gotten me. “Oh fuck yeah, finger my hole, Daddy,” he said the magic word, luring me further into my sex mode. I slipped my hand inside his speedo, my fingers entering a well-lubed and smooth hole. The fucker really had prepped for this. Did he wax down there? It felt pretty good, and his moans were sweet music to my ears. “Yes, Daddy, I want you to fuck me,” Josh said as he kept grinding his cock against mine. He pulled my shorts and briefs down so our cocks could properly meet, and I added a third finger to his young hole. “Do you have a condom?” I asked automatically, even when I was still on the fence about this. “Don’t need one,” Josh replied, panting hard against my neck, moving his lips to nibble my ear. “Don’t want one. I want you to fuck me bareback, want your Daddy sperm inside me.” That Josh really was a dirty fucker. Holy shit. He reminded so much of Brandon it scared me. Was this how young men behaved these days? Were all of them yearning for dad-type men? Were all of them bareback sluts? Fuck, but that thought turned me on even more. The filthy part of me was thrilled that I didn’t have to worry about fucking my son. This wasn’t incest, what we were doing. This was just plain old cheating, and I was weirdly okay with the cheating part. But another part of me felt bad for doing this to Brandon, and I didn’t want to feed this incestuous part of me. I wanted to change, I wanted to be better. The irony in that wasn’t lost on me, but baby steps, right? “Is that what you want, baby boy?” I replied, taking my shorts off completely before I let my hands explore his perfectly toned body. Fuck, everything on that kid was huge—his pecs, his arms, his ass, his cock. He was at least 8 inches, and I couldn’t wait to get that inside me. “You want Daddy to take care of you?” “Yes, Daddy,” he replied, moving further until my cock rubbed his asshole, smearing it with my precum. “We should really get a condom, though,” I insisted, not knowing just how many men this Josh had slept with. The way he behaved right now, I gathered he slept around a lot, and was not being very safe. “I don’t buy condoms anymore, hate them,” Josh said, forcing his ass on the tip of my cock until the head slipped in. Fuck, he felt so good. “Don’t worry, I’m on PrEP­…most of the time.” I had no idea what that meant, but my mind was blank as he sank further into my cock, until he took all 7 inches of me. “Fuuuuuck yeah,” Josh roared, leaning back on his hands as he started fucking himself on my cock, his long lean body and his rock hard cock in display right in front of me. Fuck, what a sight. “Come on, Daddy, fuck me.” I was starting to move my hips when I heard the doorknob rattling, followed by loud knocks. Fuck. “Dad? Josh?! The fuck are you doing?!” Brandon shouted through his door as he banged on it. I tried to move, but Josh pushed me down, his hands holding my shoulders as his ass stayed firmly planted on my cock. “Go away, Brandon, I’m having some quality time here!” Josh shouted, not deterred in the least as he kept on fucking himself on my cock. The banging stopped, and Josh looked at me again with a triumphant look. “Now, where were we?” he said, leaning down for a sloppy kiss as he resumed his thrusts. This was insanity, fucking Josh here, with Brandon knowing what we were doing. I heard the door unlock not long after, and saw Brandon barging in, looking furious. “Get the fuck off my Dad,” Brandon ordered, looping his arms around Josh and pulling him off of my cock. They wrestled on the floor then, and I was left stunned by the sight. Two young naked muscled jocks fighting it out over me, it was hotter than I could imagine. “What the fuck’s your problem, Bran?!” Josh said. “You cockblocked me!” “You, you’re my problem!” Brandon retorted. “Fucking with your bro’s Dad? Seriously?!” “That’s rich, coming from you!” Josh said. “How many Daddies have you fucked, huh?! I’m surprised you haven’t fucked your own Dad!” “Shut the fuck up,” Brandon said. “That’s enough, boys!” I shouted as I finally stood up, pulling my shorts back on. My grave voice at least silenced both boys as they stopped and looked at me. I pulled Brandon off of Josh, helping the latter get up and trying not to look at his still hard cock. “I think it’s best you leave, Josh, I’m sorry.” “But—” “I think you should leave too,” Brandon added, glaring at his friend, then directing his glare at me. I felt chastised, which I deserved. Never mind the fact that Brandon and I recently engaged in some hot and steamy sex, I shouldn’t have fucked his frat brother, I shouldn’t have cheated on his mother—again. “Come on, Bran, where’s the fun bro I love, huh?” Josh said, leaning close to my son until his lips almost touched Brandon’s ear. “You and I even shared a Daddy once or twice, so why don’t we share this one?” “Fuck off, Josh, he’s my Dad!” “So? Isn’t that what you’ve always secretly wanted? You’re always looking for Daddies to fuck you,” Josh said. “I mean, I totally get you, your Dad’s smoking.” “Alright, that’s enough,” I stopped Josh before he could go any further down that line of thoughts, before he uncovered our incestuous secret. Brandon looked at me with pleading eyes, looking so sad I actually felt bad for fooling around with his friend. “Josh, you’re real nice—I mean, fucking filthy as hell too, but I’m sure you’re nice. Still, this was a mistake.” “Come on, Mr. Marks, weren’t you having fun just now?” Josh said as he came to plaster his body against me, a finger stroking my chest. “My hole certainly was having fun with your big cock, and I distinctly remember you were enjoying yourself.” “Get your hands off of my Dad,” Brandon said, yanking Josh back. “Get the fuck out of here, Josh.” “Why? So you can have your Daddy here all for yourself once I’m gone?” “You know that’s not true, you psycho,” Brandon lied, I knew that’s exactly what my son wanted. But Josh couldn’t know that. “You’re taking your own fantasies a little too far, Josh, nothing’s going to happen between Brandon and I,” I said, and started leading Josh out of the room. I glanced back at Brandon, mouthing at him to stay put in his room while I dealt with Josh. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I’ve fucked Bran before, he’s a pretty great lay,” Josh said, completely shameless as he walked with me, naked, his speedo still in hand. “We could have some great sex, the three of us.” “You’re really twisted, you know that?” I said. “Thank you, sir,” he said, grinning at me. “I mean, I’d rather it be just us two, but I’m willing to make some concessions.” “Put your clothes on,” I ordered as we got downstairs, walking into the living room where he’d left his clothes. “Not what people usually ask me to do,” Josh remarked, which I was willing to believe. I mean, he was truly gorgeous. The fact that he was so dirty only added to his appeal in my mind. He put a jockstrap and a mesh tank top on before turning to me. “Are you sure you don’t want to finish what we started?” “I’m sure,” I said with a firm tone, crossing my arms and willing my boner to go down, which was difficult, seeing how slutty Josh looked in this outfit. “Please, Daddy? I really need a load in me right now,” he insisted, coming closer to me. I was tempted, but fucking this pretty jock here would only make things worse, make me worse. Josh grabbed my cock and licked my neck, and despite my resolutions, I threw my head back. I was so horny, what with Brandon already riling me up earlier at lunch. I hadn’t got off since then, and was aching to. He turned around and presented his ass to me, pushing back as he tried to free my cock from my shorts again. “Josh, seriously? Fuck off,” Brandon’s voice came from behind me, and I turned around to see my son stomping over. “Don’t you dare come near my Dad again.” “We’ll see about that, Bran,” Josh said, stepping back from me. “This isn’t over, Daddy.” “Don’t call him that! He’s not your Daddy, and he never will be!” Brandon said, more riled up than I’d ever seen him before. It was quite a shock to see my son like this, I’d rarely seen him get so angry, even with his mother and I. Josh didn’t seem affected, going as far as giving me a wink before he left. Here we were, my son and I, alone in the house, my cock rock hard in my shorts and Brandon still wearing nothing but his tiny speedo. I looked at Brandon, who looked both angry and heartbroken at the same time. “Son—” “How could you, Dad?” Brandon cut me off, and got in my space. “Am I just a warm disposable body to you? Are you really going to fuck every jock that throws themselves at you?” “No! Fuck, Brandon,” I tried to protest, but Brandon only pushed me until my back hit the wall in our house’s main hall. “I’m sorry, okay? You saw how pushy Josh is! He forced himself on me!” “Really, Dad? Until you were fucking him?” I had no excuse, really. I had gotten myself into it. Brandon’s entire body was touching mine, and there was no way he couldn’t feel how hard I was. God, I was so fucking horny, I just wanted to blow my load already. And here I had Brandon, my young and hot son who was apparently crazy for me, ready to help me release me. “I’m sorry,” I repeated, frozen on the spot, not daring to move. “Really, Daddy?” he muttered, and then started kissing my jaw. “What are you going to do to make me forgive you?” “Son, we really shouldn’t,” I started, letting out a yelp when Brandon suddenly grabbed my cock, giving it long and slow strokes. “Brandon, you don’t want to prove Josh right, do you? This is getting dangerous, he’s onto us.” “He’s not,” Brandon said. “He’s gone now, it’s just you and me here.” “Son, stop,” I said, pushing my son gently away from me. I moved my hips to get his hand off of my cock, and looked Brandon straight in the eye. “I don’t know what I’ve done wrong as a father to make you this way, but I’ll do anything to make it right.” “You haven’t done anything wrong! On the contrary,” Brandon said. “You’re the greatest Daddy ever, and you’ve rocked my world.” “I don’t understand, how could you­­—” “You’re fucking hot, Dad, and you’re kind, fun, smart,” Brandon said as he put his hands on my chest. “You’re the whole package. And you’re my actual father, which is even hotter.” My son was screwed in the head. I didn’t know how he got this way, how he managed to corrupt me along the way, but he was, and my cock was getting even harder. “Now, I believe you have amends to make,” Brandon announced, pulling my shorts down. “You’ve been bad, cheating on your son.” “Brandon,” I warned him, as I tried to put my shorts back on. “And you fucked Josh bareback too!” “Come on, let’s forget the whole thing, alright? Can’t we just have one normal evening that doesn’t end with us two having sex?” I pleaded, because my will was getting weaker by the second. I didn’t know how long I could hold on. “Let’s have dinner, alright?” “I’m not hungry,” Brandon protested. “At least not for food.” “Well, too bad for you, ‘cause food is all you’re getting tonight,” I replied, proud of myself for standing strong before my son’s advances. I turned my back on Brandon and headed for the kitchen, but was stopped by Brandon’s strong grip on my wrist. “Really, Dad?” Brandon asked, pulling me towards him until our chests collided. “You want to ruin our relationship?” “You are the one who’s ruining it! How do you think this is going to end?” I asked him, curious to hear his answer. I knew he was only listening to his sexual urges, living in the present. I knew better, I knew that this could only result in tears. “I’m married, remember? Do you even think about your mother?” “I’m not stupid,” Brandon shot back. “Of course I think about mom. Clearly, you and she aren’t doing so good if you were on Grindr, Dad. You two barely even see each other because of your jobs now.” “Are you seriously implying I should leave your mother?” “Well, I think you would both be better off now,” Brandon said with a shrug. “You and I could move in together while I get through law school. We could have a really great life, you and I.” “That’s not the kind of life I want for you, Jesus,” I said, not believing what I was hearing. Was Brandon serious? Did he really envision a long term relationship with me? That was insane. “You’re supposed to get through law school, marry Julie, build a life, a family with her.” “You and I can do all of that! I don’t love her anymore,” Brandon retorted, shocking me into silence. “I love you, Dad.” “People are going to find out, sooner or later,” I told him, hoping I could still get through to him, but how was I supposed to compete with a future lawyer? My son had always loved debating while I hated it. “You deserve so much better. Incest is still illegal, you know, on top of being wrong.” “It’s nobody’s business but ours, we’re both consenting adults,” Brandon countered, and I was getting tired of him always finding an answer to everything. “Well, I’m not consenting,” I said finally, taking a deep breath. “I am not consenting. I want this to end, once and for all.” “You’re not serious,” Brandon said, unable to hide the tremor in his voice. “Dad, don’t be stupid.” “This is for your own good, Brandon,” I told him. “There’s no future other than that of a father and son, okay? What we’ve done, it was all a big mistake, and it was my fault for letting it happen.” “You let nothing happen, I was the one who made it all happen!” Brandon shouted, pointing his finger in my chest. “And you’re being a coward.” “Maybe so, but—” Brandon silenced me with his lips, his hand cupping the back of my head as he kissed me passionately. My own lips moving instinctively with his, our tongues meeting again. The kiss was desperate and heavy, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around my only son, who gave everything into that one breathtaking kiss. It was hard to ignore my son’s hard cock pressing against my own, even harder to not grind against him. Brandon didn't hesitate to hump me though, his erection rubbing against mine was pure heaven, and it almost me cum. When we pulled apart at last, Brandon was still in my arms, looking flushed and beautiful with his baby blues directed at me. “Can you honestly tell me you feel nothing for me, Dad? That this kiss didn’t make you feel anything?” Brandon asked me after a pause. “Don’t lie to me.” What was I supposed to say to that? I couldn’t possibly tell my son that kissing him was earth shattering, that I loved him more than I loved my own wife. I knew I couldn’t convincingly lie to him either. I was overwhelmed, and it made it all harder for me to do what I needed to do. “I…Son, this is killing me,” I said eventually. “I’m not saying it’s easy for me either, but it’s what’s best, alright? I want you to understand that.” “How is ending things what’s best, for either of us, when it would make you as miserable as it would me?” “You may not understand it now—” “Don’t give me that bullshit, Dad,” Brandon said. “I may be young, but I know what I want, and I want you, for as long as I can have you.” “If you can’t be reasonable, I’m leaving,” I said with a final tone, seeing how this was going nowhere. I held back some tears and walked back upstairs to grab some things. Staying here alone all night with Brandon was too dangerous, I needed to get away. I locked myself in my bedroom, knowing Brandon would try to stop me, and packed a light travel bag. My heart was breaking as I heard Brandon’s pleas through the door, and I was dreading the moment when I’d have to face him. “Dad, just listen to me,” Brandon said once I gathered the courage to finally open my bedroom door, finding my son standing right outside, his eyes red and wet. The sight killed me, so I pulled Brandon into a tight hug, hoping we could fix things between us in the end. Brandon held on to me for dear life, and I still couldn’t understand how it could feel this amazing, having my son’s body pressed so close to mine. “I’m so sorry, son,” I said. “You shouldn’t have to go through this.” “Dad,” Brandon said into my ear. “Dad, I want you to listen carefully.” “If you’re really ending things between us, if you don’t want to give me what I need anymore,” Brandon said with an increasingly threatening tone. “Just know that I’ll have to get it from someone else. You’ve heard Josh, right? Before you, I used to get fucked by any hot Daddy I could find. Of course, none of them compare to you, but I’ll make do with what I have. And I won’t be as careful as I’ve been before anymore. I mean, I’ve become quite addicted to you breeding my ass, you know?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I stepped back from my son, horrified as I looked at him. Brandon was bargaining his own health to have sex with me. I couldn’t possibly push him into having unprotected sex with strangers, could I? Fuck, fuck, fuck. The thought of men my age fucking my son was outrageous enough, but the thought of these men potentially harming my son? It was just too much, I couldn’t let that happen. “Brandon, don’t be stupid,” I warned him, because I didn’t raise him to be so careless. “Are you out of your mind? Would you really let any guy just fuck you bareback?” He only shrugged at me, arms crossed over his defined bare chest with a defiant look. “If that’s what it takes to get my fix, yeah,” he replied. “But it doesn’t have to come to this, if I have you.” “This is blackmail, son,” I told him with my grave voice, not liking how he had me cornered. “I don’t care what you call it, I’m just telling you what you’re getting ourselves into,” Brandon said. I was torn. There had to be another way out of this, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure it out. I looked down at my feet, hands curled into fists. I wanted to scream in frustration, angry at myself for getting into this impossible situation. I heard Brandon approach me, taking my duffle bag away and throwing it to the side. “Now, are you going to be reasonable?” he asked as he cupped my face and angled it so I faced him again, seeing his victorious smile. I was screwed. ---------- tbc A/N : I've loved writing Josh, as you could probably tell. I've cast Josey Greenwell to be Josh, and he's fucking gorgeous, isn't he? He was just a pawn I needed to get the story moving long at first, but holy crap he's taken a life of his own. This won't be last we see of him ! I might even write a spinoff with him as the protagonist, what do you think?

Fucking hot, craigsterdic.

I've blown so many loads to this story, and I keep coming back to it. Fucking hot, jbucktown. Thanks for sharing it, this was so well written.

A/N : Hey, guys. I know it's been a while, but life has a way of taking over. I was pretty busy lately, but I found some time to write you another chapter. This one got long, so I'm posting only half first. I really appreciate all your feedback, keep your comments coming, pull your cocks out and enjoy reading ! ——————————————————————————————————— My whole body felt warm and pliable, the way it does after a good hard fuck, and my mind was still pleasantly buzzed. I felt so high, higher than if I'd actually smoked pot. How could one man experience such sweet ecstasy just from sex, I wondered? I felt Brandon's heavy form land on top of me, smooth and sweaty, smelling so heavenly. "Fuck, son," I exhaled, catching my breath as I reveled in the feel of his warm sperm inside me. I tightened my hole, trying to keep his precious load in me as I fought the guilt threatening to invade me again. I felt too good to care, with Brandon in my arms, begging me to hold him tight. "You're amazing, Daddy," Brandon said, his hands caressing my chest, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his legs tangled in mine. "I love you." "I love you, too, son," I replied, shortly before I succumbed to sleep. ----------- Bright daylight woke me up, and I found that I wasn't in my room, but in Brandon's. I was thankfully alone, with Brandon nowhere to be seen. I realized that Brandon had at least had the decency to put some underwear on me—and I ignored the imagery my filthy mind conjured. I got out of his bed, fully alert as many thoughts rushed to my mind. If it was already morning, it meant Kate was probably home already, and I’d have to go to work soon. Fuck. "Relax, Dad, Mom's passed out on your bed," Brandon's voice startled me, almost giving me a hard attack. I spun around to see him leaning back against his bedroom door, closing it and locking it behind him. My heart started racing as I watched my son take his tank top off, followed by his boxers, leaving him fully naked. He was insane, I thought, but I couldn't bring myself to look away, my cock already achingly hard against the fabric of my own boxers. Was he really crazy enough to try anything while his own mother was sleeping in the room down the corridor? "Brandon, what are you doing?" I asked carefully, fighting my lustful thoughts. What happened last night was a drunken mistake—admittedly, a scorching hot one, but a mistake still. I was overwhelmed with guilt once again, and I was getting tired of feeling so shitty. I wanted Brandon, but I didn't want to be such a depraved human being, who enjoyed having sex with his son so much he couldn't stop thinking about anything else. What had I become? "I'm here to get my morning dose of protein," he answered with a shit-eating grin, going as far as licking his lips slowly. It shouldn't have been as hot as it looked. I went for the door, but Brandon stopped me, tackling me instead against the door. He wrapped his arms around my torso and buried his nose in my neck, breathing in slow and deep. "Fuck, you smell so good, Daddy," Brandon whispered, his hands roaming all over my back before settling on my ass cheeks. My cock twitched and met Brandon's, both our cocks happily rubbing together, and Brandon started thrusting his hips against mine. I was paralyzed by my own desire, and couldn't stop the moans that escaped my mouth. "Careful, Daddy, we wouldn't want Mom to hear us, now, would we?" Brandon said, and then captured my mouth before I could respond. His tongue assaulted mine, and I was putty in his hand. We humped each other like two horny teenagers, my larger body pressed against Brandon’s bedroom door while our cocks grinded together, my briefs long gone down my legs. I had no excuse, this time, for giving in my incestuous desires again, and so easily, but how was I supposed to resist Brandon? Especially when he looked like an Adonis, body and face sculpted like that of a God. Brandon didn’t even give me time to process things, he just forced his way and seized my urges, bringing them to the forefront until they were the only thing that mattered in my head. “Tell me when you’re close, I don’t want to waste a single drop of your cum, Daddy,” Brandon muttered in my ear, his hand cupping the back of my head as I kissed his neck. “I’m cumming,” I said, and that’s when Brandon dropped to his knees, swallowing my cock to its base, and I lost it. I came so hard, unloading so much seed I was impressed to see Brandon trying to hold it all in his mouth. I looked down on Brandon, admiring his gorgeous face, his plush lips smeared with my paternal cum as he came as well, hand cupped below his cock to retrieve his own load. He opened his mouth, showing me a pool of my thick and creamy cum, his tongue sticking out. Fuck, it was so hot, watching him play with my load like that. Brandon was a cum pig, and fuck did I love him more for that. He swallowed once, but kept some of my cum in his mouth before he rose and kissed me. “Here’s your breakfast, Daddy,” he said, giving me his hand. I slurped his cum, my taste buds happy to come in contact with Brandon’s sweet sperm. I took all I could before I grabbed his hand and proceeded to lick it clean, swallowing each and every one of his fingers as we held eye contact the whole time. He watched me with such fire and hunger it was almost enough to make me come a second time. “Has anyone told you you’re hottest man on earth, Daddy?” Brandon said, to which I shook my head no. We swapped cum between our tongues, and it turned me on even more, the salty and bitter taste of my load so potent from in Brandon’s breath. I loved the thought of him smelling like my cum, like a paternal brand for everyone to smell. “Mmhh, think I swallowed a brother or two in there, Daddy,” Brandon said with a smirk, making a show of swallowing in front of me, and it was all I could do to refrain myself from taking him right then and there, plunging my cock in his sweet hole. “Fuck, baby boy,” I groaned, taking his lips again, kissing him sloppily. “Such a cumpig, aren’t you?” “Your little pig, Daddy,” Brandon said in between kisses. “You never gave me a brother, so I’m the only son you get to play with.” Fuck, Brandon’s mind was even more perverted than I thought. Again, I wondered how I had gone from a respectable father with a perfect son, to a father who hungrily fucked said perfect son. How could I stop now? I still felt bad, and a voice in my head still raged that I’d let this happen again, that I’d let the animal in me takeover. “Let’s hit the shower, you’re going to be late for work,” Brandon said, and I looked at the time. I had a half hour before I indeed had to leave for work. I told myself I’d take advantage of work to clear my head, away from Brandon. I insisted on taking a shower alone, back in my own bathroom, and was relieved to see my wife fast asleep on our bed. My heart clenched in my chest at the sight of her, asleep and unaware of what was going on between our son and I. I prepared as fast as I could, brushing my teeth to mask Brandon’s cum from my breath—it just wouldn’t do at work. I dropped a kiss on Kate’s forehead, her peaceful face fueling my guilt. Brandon saw me off, in nothing but his underwear, giving me one last kiss that I tried to resist at the door before I took off. My head was a mess. I didn’t know what to do, and even the 20-minute drive to my office wasn’t helping. No affair could stay secret forever, I was certain of that. I didn’t want to keep cheating on Kate. It wasn’t fair to her, and she deserved better than a cheating husband. Better than a cheating, incestuous husband. How was I going to get myself out of this? I would never be able to go back to the way things were before. Brandon had made me get a taste of heaven—or hell, which fits better­—and I fucking loved it, much as it pained for me to admit it. My co-workers were a nice distraction, and the workload today was light enough that I could allow myself to drift off in my thoughts. I had to end things with Brandon. I had to. We couldn’t go on like this anymore—we should not. He was still so young, he had a whole future ahead of him, I repeated to myself. I was still wracking my head about how to handle things when a knock on my office door brought me out of my thoughts. “Hey, Dad,” Brandon greeted me with a gorgeous smile, a paper bag in hand. “I brought you lunch.” “Thanks, son,” I said, nervous to see him here, not quite ready to face him so soon. Damn it, and to think I’d fucked my son just a few hours earlier. He looked so hot, wearing a superman t-shirt so tight I could see his nipples perking up. He came over and sat opposite me, pulling out a couple of sandwiches and salads. I was weary of this impromptu visit, considering his mother was home and he could very well spend time with her. Guys his age didn’t drop by their father’s place to have lunch. To my surprise, nothing happened. We just ate, and enjoyed each other’s company. It was nice, to be able to spend time with my son, doing normal things fathers and sons do. I still didn’t know how to break it to Brandon, how to make him understand for good that we had to stop having sex. The way I handled things yesterday didn’t work, as last night and this morning’s events can attest. I excused myself to go take a piss, needing a moment away from Brandon to think. I entered the men’s restroom, and relieved myself, knowing well that I wasn’t going to find a solution here. I just needed to take a break from my son, from fighting my perverted desires. As I unlocked the door to get out, it opened and I was pushed further inside, eyes wide when I saw Brandon making his way in. He locked the door back behind him, trapping us in the restroom. There’s only one individual restroom on my office floor, which is large considering it only accommodates one person, and has a sink and a toilet, but trapped I still was, alone in this confined space with Brandon. “Brandon—” I was cut off by my son’s lips crushing mine, his body pushing me up against the wall beside the sink. His hands were quick and efficient at unbuttoning my shirt, leaving my tie on, before moving on to my pants which were quickly drooped to my ankles. “Brandon, stop,” I said, freeing my mouth from his, only to have my son’s mouth latching on to my neck. Fuck, he was going to leave marks, I thought. I tried to push at this strong shoulders, but my hard cock once again took control of my actions when Brandon seized it in his hand, giving it long and slow strokes. “Do you know how hot you look, like this, with your shirt open?” Brandon said, smirking as he pulled his phone up and started recording. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, Daddy.” “Brandon, you’re insane, stop this,” I said, and pushed him away from me, bending to pull my pants up. Brandon took me by surprise as I was bending, turning me around with my ass up. I almost lost my balance, and had to lean on the sink for support, leaving me vulnerable. Before I knew it, Brandon was shoving his fingers in my hole, pulling a moan out of me. “Fuck, Brandon,” I grunted, and heard him squeezing lube onto his fingers, easing their entry into me. He was teasing my prostate just right, and my cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, which astounded me. I had cum so much in the past 24 hours, I was surprised that my body could keep up. “Like that, Daddy? You like having your son fingering your hole?” Brandon said, and I turned around to face him, exposing my face to his phone camera. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My perverted self actually loved being filmed. It was just fucking perfect. Not only was I a cheater, a cum whore, an incest perpetrator, but I was also an exhibitionist. “Fuuuuck,” I moaned as Brandon added more fingers inside me. I kept my eyes locked on his, and I was panting like a dog in heat. What a sight I must have been right there. “You look so good, begging for me like this, Daddy,” Brandon said as he bent over, holding his phone to the side to capture our kiss. “But know this, you never have to beg with me, Daddy. I’ll always give you my raw cock.” Brandon entered me easily and slowly, and all thoughts left me. All that was left was this moment, my son and his perfect cock inside me, in this restroom at my workplace, where anyone could try to come in—especially considering it was the only men’s restroom for the entire floor. One ear to the door would give away what was going on. The risk of getting caught added such a thrill to this already outrageous and forbidden sex encounter. “God, you feel so good, so tight, Daddy.” “Fuck me, son, yeah, fuck your Daddy’s hole,” I said, moaning even more when I felt Brandon playing with my tit, alternating between kneading my pec and twisting my nub. “Yeah? You like getting fucked by your own son?” “Fuck yeah, fuck me, son,” I grunted, completely lost in the moment, entranced by Brandon’s filthy voice. I was just baffled by how easily he’d learned how to control me, how to get past any defense before I could even pull them up now. He just went right in there and got me so horned up I had no choice but to do anything in order to get off. He had me literally by the balls. “I love you, Daddy, love your raw hairy hole,” he said, giving my ass a slap. I held onto the sink as he pounded me, watching our reflections in the mirror, seeing Brandon’s phone directed at it. This was it, I thought. I had reached rock bottom as far as depravity went. My son was fucking me at work, in the restroom, and he was filming the whole thing. And I was loving it. “Hold on, I have a better idea,” Brandon said as he pulled out of me, leaving my hole feeling empty. He zipped himself back up and pocketed his phone, looking impeccable as he came over and helped button my shirt. My heartbeat was resonating in my ears, and I let my son do all the work trying to make me look presentable. He treated me with so much care, it almost made me tear up. He was still every bit the kind boy I had raised, but somewhere along the way, he had also developed a dirty side. He went to unlock the door once he was done, and that’s when my brain decided to come back online. “Wait, we can’t leave together,” I said. “Come on, Dad, who’s going to suspect anything? We just came by to wash our hands after our lunch,” Brandon said, shocking me into silence by his devious mind. It was a good thing that most of my colleagues had deserted the place for their lunch break, I realized as we made our way back to my office. No one would know what had just happened between my son and I. “Brandon, I think it’s best you go,” I said once we stepped in my office and I had time to cool down, with as convincing a tone as I could muster up, which was hard when my own erection betrayed me. He looked at the clock on the wall, and looked pensive. “Right, your lunch break’s almost over,” Brandon said. “So we’ll have to be quick.” “No, we have to stop this, Brandon, it’s getting out of control—” “Are you really going down that road again? I thought we’d been over this yesterday,” Brandon said as he approached me, trying to corrupt my thoughts before I could protest. I saw him coming this time though, and pushed him back. “And clearly, we need to go over it again,” I said, finally finding the courage and sanity to do this. “I can’t do this anymore, Brandon. This isn’t what a father and his son should be doing, damn it.” I scrubbed my face with a hand, loosening the knot of my tie to breathe properly. It was harder than anything I had done in the past, resisting the urge to just say fuck it and give into my son just like I’d done before. It would be so easy too, he was right there, ready to fuck me into oblivion with not a care in the world. How could he be so carefree about this whole thing? “You weren’t complaining just a few seconds ago when I had my cock up your ass,” Brandon retorted, taking his phone out again and stepping closer to me, to show me the footage he’d recorded just mere moments ago. I watched, mesmerized, what Brandon had captured. “Do you know how hot you look, like this, with your shirt open?” Brandon’s voice came through his phone speakers, the sight of my taut belly on his screen, sweeping up my exposed chest with my tie thrown to the side, until it rested on my flushed face. I looked dazed in the video, pupils dilated and eyes filled with lust. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, Daddy.” He skipped to the part where he filmed his raw cock entering my hole, my muscled ass on full display, until I saw both our reflections in the bathroom mirror, with me panting while Brandon pounded my ass. He held the phone with one hand, the other pulling his Superman tee shirt up to show his sculpted abs and big pecs as he fucked me. I could still feel his big cock inside me, my hole yearned to be filled again, and my cock was tenting my pants again. Part of me was appalled by what I was seeing, visual proof of our incest, which hit me hard. Another part of me, the part that had recently grown into this monster taking over me, was turned on beyond belief. I was scared shitless, realizing how my psyche had split into two waging selves. “Is this working you up as much as it is me, Daddy?” Brandon whispered in my ear, his hand fiddling with the buttons of my shirt. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths, as I tried to think of something to say, but focus didn’t come easy with my moans and the sound of Brandon’s balls slapping my ass coming from his phone, combined with Brandon groping my chest and licking my neck. Loud knocks interrupted us then, prompting me to shake my head and take the phone from him, stepping away. I proceeded to delete the video, not taking any chances. I could not let anyone see it, both of our faces were clearly visible. Brandon snatched his phone back, but not before I succeeded to delete the video. “Come in,” I called, ignoring Brandon’s glare, hoping my face didn’t betray anything. “Hey, Nate, ready for the meeting?” Henry, one of my oldest colleagues and friend, asked as he opened the door. It was already 2 pm, and I was thankful for Henry’s perfect timing, stopping Brandon before things could spiral out of control. “Is that your son? Wow, almost didn’t recognize you.” “Hi, Mr. Benton,” Brandon said, shaking Henry’s hand. “I was just having lunch with my old man.” “Which we just finished,” I added quickly, glad for the excuse to part ways with Brandon. “Thanks for lunch, son,” I said, leading Brandon out of my office with a pressing hand on his back. “I’ll see you later.” “Sure, Dad,” Brandon replied, giving me a sweet smile as he squeezed my ass, forcing me to swallow a yelp. Thankfully, Henry was none the wiser. “Have a good afternoon.” I heaved a sigh of relief on our way to the meeting room, half listening to Henry talking about our current project. I needed help dealing with Brandon, but didn’t know where to even begin. I couldn’t talk about this with just anyone. I pushed thoughts of my son to the back of my mind, and focused on work for the rest of the day.

Hey everyone ! It's been a while since the last update, I hope you'll enjoy this part, which should make up for the shortness of the previous one. Let me know what you think (love knowing this story made you shoot, if you have the evidence, even better) ! ———————————————————— When Brandon freed one of his hands from his grip on my wrists, I seized the opportunity to take him by surprise and wrestle my way out from under him. We switched positions, and I pinned him underneath me. "I see you are ready," Brandon said with a huge grin, and damn did that make my heart jump in my chest. He was an absolutely gorgeous specimen, and under other circumstances, I certainly would have enjoyed having such a beautiful lover. He was still my son, however, and as his father, I had a responsibility to put an end to this, right now. We had done more than we should have. I shouldn't have given in the temptation, that first night. How bad was my luck that the one guy I actually cross the line with turned out to be my own son ? I moved from the bed, leaving Brandon on it, but the latter grabbed my wrist before I could get too far, and tried to pull me back. "Dad, where do you think you're going?" He said, almost threatening. I found the strength to resist his grip, and walked away, grabbing my underwear before getting out of the room. I needed to escape from him, but walking proved to be difficult, with the butt plug he'd put in me. I pulled it out and threw it in Brandon's room, groaning when I felt Brandon's cum dripping down my legs. Fuck, that shouldn't be so hot, but my cock just got harder. Damn fucker really had got me hooked on getting bred. How would I get my fix now? I wondered. I shook my head, mentally chastising myself for thinking about more cheating. I had done enough. I had to put a stop to this madness. I could hear Brandon chasing after me, but didn't let that stop me. I pulled on my boxers before I ran down the stairs. "Dad, come on," Brandon shouted, and before I knew it, he'd caught up to me and hugged me from behind, effectively trapping me with his arms in a tight embrace, and I could feel his cock protruding against my ass. Fuck. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his overwhelming scent intoxicating me. "Where will you even go at this hour, huh? Let's talk like adults." "I'm putting an end to this, Brandon," I said with as much authority as I could muster, and couldn't keep a moan from escaping me when Brandon thrust his bare cock up against my hole, with only the thin layer of my cotton boxers as a barrier, ruining any credibility in my words. It would be so easy to say fuck it, and let Brandon take me again right here in our living room, let him fill me up and shoot his second load in me tonight. Just thinking about it almost made me come, and that was such a hard thing to process. How had my mind been so screwed that it found the idea of fucking around with my son even hotter than if he were some random jock I wasn't related to? It probably was because of all the times I got off with J—fuck, Brandon—pretending he was my son. At the time, it was just a nice innocent fantasy. It was harmless, to fuck a hot young jock who was yearning for a daddy, but fucking him so many times, calling him my son, it really did make me enjoy the thought of it, and I never saw it coming. I had become conditioned to it. Damn it. "Oh, really?" Brandon said, his tone challenging as he thrust again, taking a whimper out of me as he grasped my cock. "Then tell me you want me to stop, 'cause your dick seems to be disagreeing." My hole was itching to be filled again, and it was all I could do to not give in. I had to remain strong, no matter how difficult Brandon made it for me, so I removed Brandon's hand from my cock. "Please stop," I said, and to my surprise, Brandon did let go of me. I finally turned around to face my son, thinking about what to say next. He looked stunned, and still so eager. It shouldn't be this hard to tell your son that he's not supposed to be fucking his own father. "Brandon, what happened between us tonight—hell, what happened the past few weeks—it never should've happened. I never should've cheated on your mother, least of all with you. I'm sorry I let this all happen." "Why should this end? We've got a good thing, Dad," Brandon protested. "It's actually the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you, so much." "And I love you too, you know that," I said even as my heart broke, feeling like I was breaking up with my son. "But you're my son, and we shouldn't be more than that. And what about Julie?" "I'll dump her," Brandon said, shocking me into silence. He took my hand, looking me in the eye as he added, "If that's what it takes. She means nothing next to you." "That's insane," I said. "That's not even my point. I like Julie. I thought you two were doing good. Fuck, can't you see? This thing between us, I never wanted it to happen, Brandon." "Then explain me something," Brandon said as he stepped closer, making it impossible for me to ignore how good he looked, how amazing he smelled. "When you didn't know it was me you were fucking all this time, what were you doing, cheating on mom with a young guy—repeatedly—getting your rocks off pretending you were fucking your own son, huh? I distinctly remember you being pretty into the whole Dad-Son role-play." He had me there, and I didn't know what to say to that. I was guilty of enjoying all those times I fucked him while being called Daddy. Just the taboo aspect of it made it so much hotter. But I wasn't so screwed that I would do my son, knowing it was him. "Well, it was just a fantasy. Like I said, I never wanted to actually have this kind of relationship with you." Until now, I omitted to say. My mind had never made the connection between Brandon and finding sex between father and son hot. "I love you as a father, all right? Despite everything that happened between us, I want you to remember that. And that's why we can't keep...you know, doing what we've done." "So, what, we're just going to pretend none of this ever happened?" Brandon said, crossing his big arms over his chest, his hard cock pointed at me. "I don't think I can do that." "Well, you'll have to, there's no other way," I countered, doing my best to keep my eyes on my son's face. "Get back to your room, all right? I'll go clean up." "Dad, please," Brandon pleaded as he grabbed my hand before I could walk back up the stairs. "If you really want to stop, can you at least let us have this one last time? I'm begging you." Fuck was I tempted. Brandon's face was a mixture of despair and lust, and as I let my eyes sweep over his gorgeous young body, I almost said yes. All I did was shake my head and turn my back on him before I could change my mind. I went back to the master bedroom, locking the door behind me and hurrying to change the sheets back and open the window to dissipate the sex smell in the air. Brandon left me alone while I covered our tracks, which was a relief. I had used up any resolve I had in me, ending things with Brandon, and I felt utterly heartbroken. I washed away all the evidence of our fucking in the shower, but couldn't resist jacking myself off to the memory of that hot and huge cock while fingering my hole with the remaining sperm that was there. I knew I was no saint, now less than ever, but at least I had declined Brandon's offer to pursue things further. I came hard, whispering my son's name as I came with my fingers up my ass, his cum still in my guts. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting for the last time the sweet taste of my son's cum, wishing I had never gotten a taste of it in the first place and gotten hooked on it. ————————————————————————— The next morning, I rolled through the motions, barely acknowledging Kate on my way out to work as she came home. I barely got any sleep at all, tortured with vivid images of Brandon's perfect body glistening with sweat, fitting against mine like no one else ever had. Needless to say, I woke up with a raging hard-on, and had to beat off in the shower in shame again. Brandon was still asleep in his room when I went to check on him, his beautiful bare torso in display for me. I was thankful I had work the whole week to get me out of the house, away from Brandon. I'd taken the day off yesterday just to welcome Brandon home—and what a welcome it was. Trying to focus at work turned out to be easier than I'd anticipated, and I plunged myself into it, willing to find any distraction I could to take my mind off of my son. I'd even turned my phone off during the day. If I lingered a little longer than usual, I didn't think too long on it, even when I knew I was dreading coming home. By the time I left work, my wife had already left for her shift, leaving the house only to Brandon and I. I found my son lounging on the couch, almost naked if not for the tiny pair of briefs he was wearing. Fuck, but he was so gorgeous, lying here so close for the taking. My cock stirred to life in my tight pair of khakis, and I had to bring my briefcase up to hide it. "Hey, Dad," Brandon greeted me with a tentative smile that I returned, casting my gaze away from his magazine cover body. "Hey, son," I greeted back before making a retreat to my bedroom. The fucker was teasing me. He never used to walk around the house wearing so little before. I hid in the ensuite bathroom, splashing my face with cold water as I undid my tie. I changed into more comfortable clothes, debating what to do with my son. When I stepped back in my bedroom, I found Brandon sprawled on my bed. "Long day?" Brandon asked, giving me a sultry look. "You never answered my texts." "I turned my phone off," I answered, fishing it out of my pocket to turn it on, in case something serious had happened. I was surprised to see a dozen texts from Brandon, and even shocked when I found they were all pictures of him naked in incriminating positions. He even had a video of himself showing his cummy hole, which kept playing over and over on my phone, hypnotizing me. He must have taken that video last night, with my fresh load in his ass still. Fuck. I proceeded to delete them all before throwing my phone on the bed, looking back to a smug Brandon. "Liked what you just saw?" he inquired with his sultry voice as he stood up and marched towards me with grace. I stood my ground and tried to steel my features. He wanted to rattle me, and all I had to do was to get through it, to show him nothing was going to happen. I didn't know what to expect after our conversation last night when I went to bed, whether Brandon would give up or keep pursuing me—guess he went with the latter. I had hoped my attraction to Brandon would peter out after the cold realization I was forced to face yesterday, but so far, nothing. "No," I replied, trying to sound indifferent. He was right up in my face now, smelling clean and oh so amazing. It was impossible to stop my cock from getting hard, and there was no way he wouldn't be able to see how hot he was making me with only a pair of sweatpants covering my crotch. He made a show of gazing at my cock, then back up to me, with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. "Why do you have to make things so difficult, Brandon?" I hissed, frustrated at myself, at my libido. I fisted my hands hard, hoping the pain would stop my erection. "Because I'm not giving up on you so easily," Brandon countered, his flirty tone changing drastically to a serious one, his face hardening. "I've wanted you for so long, thinking I was insane and hopeless. It took me a while to come to terms with what I want, and after all the wonderful times we've had together, you're mistaken if you think I'm letting you go without a fight." I had not expected that, and was caught by surprise when Brandon cupped my face and brought me in for a kiss. I responded on instinct, kissing him back for a second before I pulled away, before he could pull his muscled body against mine. "No, Brandon, I told you this is not happening," I said firmly, only to be manhandled by my son and pushed on the bed. He locked the door to the bedroom, putting himself between myself and the only exit. He proceeded to move his body then, in a way I didn't know he was capable of, undulating with more grace than any stripper I'd ever seen. Oh God, I was getting a lap dance from my son, I realized, when he got close to me, showing me his eight pack, his hard pecs, turning around to shove his meaty ass up my face. I was hard as a rock, watching Brandon in all his naked glory, with his tiny briefs hiding next to nothing, only accentuating how big his glutes were, and how hard and big his cock was. He rubbed his ass against my cock, and I grunted in pleasure, desperate to shove my cock back inside his sweet young hole, where it belonged. The treacherous thought froze me on the spot, and prompted me to stop my son's movements. Fuck. Fuck. I threw Brandon on the bed, and jumped for the door, unlocking it to make my escape. I ran as fast as I could, grabbing my car keys and wallet on my way out. I drove away, not knowing where to go as I willed my stiff cock to go down. It was so unfair I almost wanted to cry. I headed back to the office to cool down, away from Brandon. Everyone had gone home when I got there, so I was peacefully alone with my sinful thoughts. I needed to figure out how to deal with Brandon, what to say to him to make him see reason. I rested my head on my desk, lost in my thoughts, trying to come up with a solution but finding none. I felt so alone, with no one I could talk to about this particular issue. I couldn't bring this up to anyone, and that just made things worse. I felt so consumed with guilt and lust at the same time. "Dad." I whipped my head up, finding Brandon standing in the doorway of my office, wearing more clothes than the last time I'd seen him, with old jeans and a tee shirt so tight that it could very well have been painted over his pecs and abs. "Come home, please," Brandon said, his blue eyes pleading. "You can't escape forever, you know? I'm sorry for coming on so strong. It's just so hard, having you so close, but not being able to have you. I'll give you some space, ok? Just come home." He sounded so sad, so genuine that I had to listen. This was Brandon, just yearning for my affections—the wrong kind, of course, but affections still. I got up from my chair and walked around my desk, pulling my son into a hug. I felt him relax in my embrace, burying his nose in my neck. He was trembling, and I really felt for him. I stroked his back, and he tried to pull me closer in return, but I made sure to keep our crotches apart. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just hugging each other. "I love you, son," I said, meaning every word. "I love you, Daddy," he whispered, that last word going straight to my cock, unfortunately. I pulled away, offering my son a soft smile, and then proceeded to get my things and switch everything off in my office. He kept his word and didn't try anything as we went home in separate cars. I was glad to know he was going to back off, and hoped we could repair our relationship now. I was hoping, above all else, that with time, his current infatuation with me would fade away—as well as mine. Brandon deserved great things in life, and I wanted him to have it all. A sexual relationship with me never factored in the plans I had for Brandon's future. He was headed toward a great life with Julie, as a future lawyer. I kept that in mind as my mantra to strengthen my will, in case Brandon tried to make me stray again. It was for his own good, I told myself. When we got home, Brandon kept his clothes on—thank fuck—and offered to cook dinner for us both, refusing my help. I took that opportunity to wrap some things up for work I'd left unfinished today. The evening went by a blur, with wine and good food at the table, I let myself go and kept on drinking, needing to unwind. I didn't think, and drank whenever Brandon gave me a refill, probably drinking more than I should have. I felt buzzed, and free, and could finally break the tension with my son. We laughed over old times, as though nothing had happened between us, and for a moment, I could almost forget our affair. "Thank you for dinner, son," I said as I prepared to clear the table, but had to steady myself when I stood up on wobbly legs. "You're welcome, Dad, but you don't have to do a thing, let me," he said as he helped me to the couch. I was dizzy, and lied on the cushions face down, hearing dishes being put away in the distance. Sleep was taking over me when Brandon shook my shoulder lightly. "Let's get you to bed, Dad," I heard him say, and next thing I knew, I was lying in my bed on my back. I threw my arm over my eyes, feeling a headache approaching, and longed for a good night of sleep. "I'm so hot," I mumbled, feeling uncomfortable in my shirt and my sweatpants. I felt hands on me, and breathed a sigh of relief when my shirt was removed and the cool evening air brushed my skin. I was aware enough to feel my sweatpants taken off, leaving me in my boxers only. I scooted higher on the bed until my head hit my pillow, and soon enough, I succumbed to sleep. Once again, Brandon invaded my dreams, naked on the bed with me, crawling over my body on all fours with a seductive grin. Looking up at me with his beautiful baby blues while his plump lips wrapped around my cock. His rock hard abs flexing in front of me as he rode my cock like an expert, moaning Fuck me, Daddy, loud enough to be heard in the entire neighbourhood. The images were so vivid it almost felt real, even my cock felt warm, as though it really was inside Brandon's sweet hole. That thought startled me into awareness, and when I opened my eyes, mind still foggy, I found the object of my desire actually going to town on my cock. The sight alone almost made me shoot my load. I couldn't even move, watching my own son impaling himself on my cock in front of me, an identical replica of my dreams just right now, with a sheen of sweat on his taut belly. "Oh yeah, fuck," Brandon whispered, eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face that had me mesmerised. He never looked as beautiful as he did in that instant, and I hated myself for thinking that. He looked so far gone he hadn't even noticed I was awake now. The second thing I realized as I looked down at my cock, was that he was riding it bareback, just like I'd wanted for so long, all those times before when he'd make me wrap it up. "Brandon," I said, catching the look on Brandon's face, like a deer caught in headlights. He recovered quickly though, and grinned at me as he kept on fucking himself. "Hey, Daddy, glad you decided to join me," he said, and actually quickened his pace, bringing me closer to the edge. "Brandon, stop," I begged, my mind still feeling dizzy enough to tell me that I hadn't been dozing long enough to sleep the alcohol off. "You told me you'd give me some space..." I mumbled, moaning despite myself. "And here you are...fuck.... molesting me in my sleep!" "I couldn't resist, Daddy," he said between thrusts, and put his hands on my chest, caressing my pecs, playing with my nipples. "You looked just too damn irresistible, laid out here, almost naked, ripe for the taking, and your cock was so fucking hard already. I didn't know booze made you so horny, but I'm glad I found that out." "Brandon, please," I begged again, for what exactly, I didn't know, but his raw hole felt so fucking good, all warm and wet, so tight around my cock. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me, please fuck me," Brandon said, pinning my wrists down above my head as he leaned down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he kept muttering between kisses. I was so overwhelmed, from the incredible warmth around my cock, to the feel of Brandon's soft skin over my hips, his beautiful lips on mine, his intoxicating smell, I couldn't think clearly anymore. I was drunk in the first place, but now I was also drunk on lust, and in a sensory overload. "I want your Dad sperm in me, please, Daddy, fill me up," Brandon said, slipping his tongue in my mouth again and making me engage in a long kiss as my hips started moving, thrusting up so my cock met his ass in a perfect tandem. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," I let out, unable to filter my thoughts any longer. "Made such a beautiful boy." "All yours, Daddy," Brandon said, kissing me harder. "I love your bare cock in me, stretching my hole, filling it with your load." "Fuck." Brandon had such a dirty mouth, I'd almost forgotten just how nasty and vocal he could be. I'd almost forgotten just how much I loved his dirty mouth, how much it turned me on. "I want your babies, Daddy," Brandon added, fucking himself harder on my cock. "Want you to knock me up, keep my guts coated with your loads all the time until it takes." I couldn't take it anymore, with everything Brandon was saying, doing to me, I shot my load hard, my cum bursting inside my gorgeous and young son's ass. He stopped moving the moment I started shooting, taking my cock all the way in, as deep as it could reach. "Yeah, sperm me, Daddy, sperm me," he said with a huge smile on his face as he came himself, hands free, the look so beautiful it only added to my climax. His cock twitched back and forth as it shot its thick, creamy son cum all over his abs and mine. It was without a doubt the hottest thing I'd ever experienced in my life, my mind absolutely blown away. I watched as Brandon scooped up his load off his belly and mine, coating his own cock with it, and letting some drip over my waiting tongue. "How's it taste, Daddy?" "Fucking sweet," I growled, completely lost in lust, my tongue licking some of the cum that had dripped on my lips. I watched my son grab something from the bed, the same black butt plug he'd used on me yesterday, and slip it in his hole easily as he came off my cock. He threw my legs up in the air then, resting my shins on his shoulders as he aligned his cock toward my hole. I could feel his cum-coated erection teasing my entrance, and threw my head back with a moan. "Fuck, you're so hot, Daddy," he said, leaning over to kiss me. I kissed him willingly, licking at his tongue desperately, letting his lips meet mine in a fiery dance as the head of his cock slowly penetrated me, pushing some of his load in. I groaned, the sounds coming from my throat swallowed by Brandon while he picked a pace fucking my hole with his sperm as the only lube. My hole was still a bit loose from the night before, and it only hurt a bit as his big son cock started fucking me eagerly. "Fuck me, son, fuck," I said, grabbing Brandon's firm ass, kneading his cheeks and urging him to fuck me harder. "Love you, love you, love you, love you," Brandon muttered in perfect timing with his frantic thrusts, and soon enough shot another load, this time inside me, the familiar feeling making me climax again. There really was nothing quite like getting a fresh, warm load of young cum bursting inside you, coating your guts so deep you could feel it. I felt like an addict getting his fix, and kept his hips in place until I could milk every last drop of his son sperm inside me. I was in heaven, and nothing else could bring me down in that single perfect instant with my son.

A/N : Loving your feedback, guys ! Been busy, so couldn't update until today. This part is shorter, but I hope you enjoy it anyway ! Let me know what you think. Oh, and here's some more visuals for your enjoyment (mostly for mine, but I thought I'd share). My entire body was frozen, as was my brain. I couldn't move for a while, heart racing in my chest as my eyes stayed glued to the face of my own son. My flesh and blood. With whom I had had sex repeatedly, it seemed. No. It couldn't be. I couldn't be Brandon, my innocent baby boy, whom I had taught everything from riding a bike to throwing a football. This was a dream, or a hallucination. My mind refused to compute what I was seeing, and the man in front of me wasn't Brandon—it was J, a young frat jock I had met through a sex app a month ago. When I could finally bring myself to move away from the bed, J pinned me to the bed with his hands grasping my wrists and his heavy frame on top of me. "Dad, calm down, you're freaking out," J said, looking straight at me, but I couldn't bear the thought of facing him, and tried my hardest to get away from his strong hold on me. I hated how my cock was getting hard again, how I was enjoying being manhandled like this. "Dad, it's me, Brandon, take deep breaths," J—Brandon, fuck—told me, making me realize how fast and shallow my breathing had become. How could I breathe properly, when I'd just found out I'd been fucking—and had just fucked mere seconds ago—my own son for weeks? This was so wrong. Lusting after someone half my age was inappropriate enough, but lusting after my son? I had reached the lowest of the low. How was Brandon being so calm? How could he be all right with this? He had known it was me, he had to have known, coming here, letting me fuck him. Damn it. How could he let me do this? "How long have you known?" I asked out loud, my mind not filtering my thoughts anymore. "How?" "I...I started suspecting it was you after the first week," Brandon started, his naked body still on top of me, his hard cock leisurely stroking mine was the sweetest torture I'd ever endured. "I think it was the fourth or fifth time. You dozed off that night, and I caught a glimpse of your face. I couldn't believe it at first, so I ignored it, thought I was just imagining things. I ignored it as we kept seeing each other, I thought it was impossible that it could be you. Then today, when I came home and hugged you, I recognized the feel of your body in my arms." As if to prove his point, he guided my wrists and put my arms around him as he enveloped me in a strong embrace, putting our bodies even closer than before. I couldn't deny how amazing he felt in my arms, how his strong chest and arms were pure heaven against me. I just wish I wasn't getting all this pleasure from Brandon. I wish J really had been a different person. Brandon kissed my neck, and I heard him take a long whiff of my scent, which sent chills down my spine. How could he turn me on so much? I wondered desperately. "When I saw you in your speedos by the pool earlier, I was mesmerized by your body, and couldn't help thinking it was familiar. I stayed in the water to hide how hard I was just from looking at you. That's when I had the strongest suspicion. So I set everything up earlier tonight, told you I was going to a party just to test my theory. When I made you send that text, that confirmed my suspicions." I recalled everything that led to this moment. How our first hug this morning might have lingered just a tad too long. How I'd caught Brandon's staring at me throughout the day and didn't make anything of it. How tactile he was, especially when we had that dip in the pool. How oblivious I was when I was chatting with J simultaneously with Brandon, not knowing they were one and the same. I had been played by my own son. Damn that smart bastard. "You came anyway, fucked me, even when you knew it was me?" I asked, not understanding how he could still go through it all after finding out he was fucking his father. "I came especially because I knew it was you," Brandon replied fiercely. "And we didn't fuck, Dad. We made love." Brandon's last words made my heart skip a beat. I couldn't even lie to myself. Brandon was right. I didn't know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, our fuck sessions had morphed into something much more...meaningful. More passionate than meaningless one night stands. How could I have fallen for my own son? "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you, Dad," Brandon said softly, his fingers running through my hair as he gave me a peck. "For years I've fantasized about having you like this. I've slept with so many guys, wishing it was you." "We can't," I said as I tried to push Brandon off of me with the last resolve I had in me. I couldn't believe what he was saying. I couldn't believe how angry—how jealous— I was at the thought of other men sleeping with Brandon, which was pure insanity. Fathers and sons didn't do what we'd done, what we were doing at the moment, entangled as we were, completely naked. "We can't do this." "We can, we already have," Brandon protested, not moving one inch away from me. He was strong enough to resist my attempts to escape. "Dad, we will do this, for as long as possible." "No," I said, sounding weak even to my own ears. I put my hands on Brandon's shoulders, pushing him away as he kept on kissing my neck, his tongue weakening me. His thighs trapped my waist in place, and my cock was directly in contact with Brandon's. "It's cute how you're trying to resist me, but I can feel how much you're enjoying this, Dad, you can't lie to me," Brandon said, thrusting his cock against my erection to prove his point. "You've said it yourself, you're addicted to me." "You're my son," I argued, and Brandon was still not budging. He was so distracting, and I couldn't put any strength into my shoves. "Yes, I am," Brandon said, not deterred in the least. "And you're my Daddy." He captured my lips with his, not giving me any warning as he slipped his tongue to caress mine. He grabbed my wrists again, and pinned my hands above my body. "My strong, gorgeous, and caring Daddy," Brandon added when he freed my mouth, moving his lips to my armpits and licking them liberally. I couldn't keep a moan from escaping my mouth, when he moved his lips to my nipples. I was moaning like a whore while my son was sucking my tits, his cock still grinding at excruciatingly slow pace along mine. "God, you smell so good," Brandon said when he moved his nose back to my armpit and give the hair there another lick. Everything he did or said was adding fuel to my hard cock, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was truly fucked in the head beyond redemption, for loving everything my son was doing to me. He kept one hand to hold my wrists in place, using his free hand to turn on the lights in the room before he took hold of my cock. I could see his young handsome face clearly now, as he looked down at me with a smirk. My cock twitched in his hand just from the mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Ready for round two, Daddy?"

A/N : Loving your feedback, guys, it gets me going with this story. I've finally found a face (and body) for J21DL, Antonio Pozo. Here are my two characters (I always like having a visual in my head, I find it much more stimulating). I've been reading amazing incest stories lately, and keep watching porn while writing this, trying to keep myself from coming before I can finish a chapter. Anyway, enjoy part 3 ! ———————————————————————— After that second time with J, I went home that night more satisfied than I'd felt in a long time. I took a quick shower, doing my best to clench my ass so as to not spill J's precious cum. I went to bed, alone, fingering myself. My hole was still a bit sensitive, but what little fluid was left helped my fingers slide in and out easily. I couldn't stop thinking about J's cock inside me, pounding my ass with his own cum, and just in a short few minutes, I blew another load on my belly. Breathing heavily, I grabbed my phone and snapped a pic that I immediately sent to J. Just shot another load fingering myself with your cum, son, I sent. Fuuuuck, J typed back. Why are you torturing me like this? You did this to me, I replied. Turned me into a horny cumwhore. You better come see me tomorrow night, J sent. I will, I answered. I did see J again the next night, which went on about the same as the previous ones, back in his room. I still didn't know what he looked like exactly, and found that I didn't really care. I just wanted to fuck him, and have him fuck his load inside me. He still insisted on me using a condom until I had time to get tested. I thought I would have time, but my work was keeping me busy, unfortunately. By the time I was off work, all the labs were closed. I lost count of all the times we saw each other in the span of three weeks, but I'd grown addicted to him, and it seemed he couldn't get enough of me either. He kept me hooked with regular pictures of him, of his bubble butt—in his room, or at the gym. He was such a dirty fucker. One night, on the last Friday of the semester, I had to decline J's offer to come over. Can't, wife will be home, I replied, and heaved a sigh. My wife had the weekend off, unfortunately. I wish I could have J all the time now. She didn't work this Friday, and Brandon would be coming home on Monday for spring break. He had some parties to attend this weekend, to celebrate the end of the semester—I didn't blame him—and would come home for a few days with his girlfriend. I hadn't seen my son in a while, and felt guilty about it, knowing I had gone plenty of times to his college to meet up with J the last three weeks. I hoped right then Brandon and J didn't know each other—that would be awkward as fuck. Let me know when you're able to get away, was J's last message before I fell asleep, wondering how I could indeed get away. My day went on as usual, except I finally took the time to make a quick stop on my lunch break by the nearest lab to get tested. I wanted to be able to have bareback sex with J as soon as possible, and was a bit put out when I was told I'd get the results next week. I stayed at work late, knowing my wife was already home waiting for me. I'd replied to a couple of her texts, asking me what I wanted to do tonight. I entertained the thought of telling her I had a work thing to meet up with J, but felt too much like an asshole to actually go through with it. In the end, I decided to hold my lust in check, and just go through the weekend without J. I rolled through the motions, pretending with my wife, Kate, that I wasn't cheating on her. Spending time with her after my first time with J turned out to be easier than I'd thought. I was worried that everything would change between us, but she was still the same person I'd married years ago. She always had been fun to talk to, and we certainly wouldn't have lasted as long together if we didn't get along as well as we did. Looking at her now, though, I didn't feel as turned on as I used to, even if she still looked good. My cock had gotten a taste of something much sweeter, and didn't want anything else. Thankfully, Kate didn't seem that keen on getting it on, so I didn't have to fake anything in bed with her. I kept in touch with J over the weekend, exchanging pics with him in the middle of the night in the bathroom, jerking off to the thought of his ass around my raw cock, and vice versa. I couldn't wait to be back with him again. Before I knew it, it was Monday, and Brandon came home late in the morning. I greeted my son with a hug, surprised by how much he had bulked up since the last time I saw him—which was last summer, I realised. Had it really been that long? I chastised myself, and vowed to try to keep in better touch with Brandon. "Good to see you, son," I said, my cock starting to harden just from saying that last word, and I cursed myself, making sure to pull my hips back a bit from the hug. Holy hell, Brandon's arms were huge, I noticed, as was his chest. I almost didn't recognise him, if not for his familiar face, which looked even more chiseled as before. "Hey, Dad," Brandon greeted back with a pat on my back and a grin. He looked so much like I did when I was in age it froze me for a second. He had grown a lot since his teenage years, away at college. He had an athletic build from all the years of swimming he did, and it looked like he'd put in a lot of hours in the gym lately. "Hi, honey," Kate said as she hugged our son. "Where's Julie? I thought you were going to bring her home with you." "Her sorority took her on a last minute trip to Hawaii," Brandon replied with a sad smile, and I felt for him. In the back of my mind, I wondered where J would spend his spring break. He had been vague in his texts when I asked him, and just told me we'd figure a way out to meet. "I'm going to join her next week." I grabbed Brandon's suitcase and left him alone with his mother. I was happy to have him home, realising now how much I missed him. As he'd grown up, we'd spent less time together, but we'd always gotten along well. He was much closer to Kate, which was just fine by me. I was just proud that my son had turned into a respectable young man, working towards being a lawyer. We had an enjoyable late lunch in our backyard, with me firing up the grill under the sun. I'd missed having quality time like this with my family, and at that moment, I felt bad about my cheating with J. It could destroy all the good we had built together. I tried to put those thoughts aside and just enjoy my family. After lunch, Brandon and I took advantage of the sunny day to dip in our pool. Kate had gone out shopping with her friends before her night shift, leaving the two of us alone. I could assess then just how ripped Brandon had become, with him walking around in his swim trunks, and I was relieved when I realised I wasn't actually attracted to my son, even when the latter looked as good as he did. I was saved, I thought, and that thing I had with J really was just some innocent role-play and not some actual incestuous lust. "When did you have time to hit the gym, Dad?" Brandon asked me as he swam towards me, with me resting against the side of the pool. "After work," I answered, shutting my eyes as I enjoyed the sun on my face and the cool water surrounding me. After that swim, I retired to my office to take care of some paperwork, leaving Brandon to his own occupations. I had received my test results that day, which was faster than I thought, and I was glad to have my negative status confirmed. Kate dropped by the house in a flash before leaving for work, wishing us both a good night. Brandon and I had a laid-back dinner watching football, drinking beer. It was a great day, and I had managed to take J off my mind, for the most part. That night, I was by a pure stroke of luck, alone at home, as Brandon had left earlier for another party at his college. When I went to bed around 11 pm, I couldn't stop myself from checking my phone. J had just sent me a message. Hey, Daddy Miss me? I tried to stop myself, thinking about my wife and son, but as I looked at J's pics again, my cock came to life. You know I do, I replied. I want to see you. I really wanted to see him too, but couldn't figure out how. I didn't know when Brandon was going to be home tonight, or if he would be at all—he hadn't specified. I couldn't risk Brandon finding out I was out of the house in the middle of the night. And having J over was even less of a possibility. Brandon walking in on me and J doing the deed would be an epic disaster. I can't tonight, I replied, not giving him any details. Wife home? No. Then why can't you? My son's at a party, he could be home any minute, I finally answered after a few minutes debating with myself. Just ask him when he thinks he's going to leave, J suggested, five minutes later, which wasn't a bad idea. I proceeded to send a text to Brandon, saying I could go pick him up if he was too drunk as a pretext, and awaited his reply with anticipation. Don't wait on me, I'm just going to crash here, Brandon replied a couple of minutes later, and I almost shouted in victory. So? J prompted. We're clear, my son's not coming home tonight. Where do you want to meet? I sent J, heart already beating fast as I psyched myself up. I was more excited than I thought possible, knowing I would see J again, behind both my wife and son's backs, no less. My earlier reservations were all gone, and I stopped myself from questioning my integrity. How about your place? I'd love to get knocked up on the same bed you got your wife pregnant, J said. Fuck, if that idea didn't make me almost blow a load right there. Was it reasonable, though? I'd have to use another set of sheets especially for this occasion, so as to not raise suspicions from Kate. There were too many risks involved, but I wanted to fuck J so badly, and I was so tired of his dark room at the fraternity that I succumbed to the idea. I gave him my address, and left him the same set of instructions he'd given me the very first time we met up. I quickly changed the bedsheets, keeping the previous ones on hand to put them back on afterwards. Soon enough, I had cleaned myself, and waited for J, lying flat on my stomach, naked. J didn't take long, and he announced his arrival with a whispered Fuck from the doorway. I waited patiently for him to come to me for what felt like an eternity. Was he backing down now? Why was he taking so long? I turned to look at him and ask him what was wrong—I would finally see his face, as my room was better lit from the moonlight than his was—but before I could face him, I felt J's body on top mine, pressing my face back on my pillow. For a long while, we just lay there, one on top of the other, with J's naked body feeling as amazing as ever. I was still surprised by the amount of precum J could leak as he kept rubbing the head of his cock between my cheeks, teasing my hole. He slipped his head in and out, and I couldn't stop the moans that escaped me as J licked and kissed my neck. "You feel so good, Daddy," J whispered as he finally penetrated me all the way. His cock felt a little dry, with nothing but his precum and some of his spit to ease the entrance. I heard him spit a bit more. He quickened the pace, fucking me hard and fast in a matter of seconds, and I found myself muffling my moans into the sheets as I took his big cock. He was so gentle with his hands caressing my body, yet so powerful with his hips hitting my ass. I felt alive, getting pounded by this hot jock, and I definitely felt younger. It all made sense, that I would enjoy being with him so much. The thrill of cheating was amazing, and the fact that I was doing it was another man half my age, pretending to be my son, added to the thrill. "Fuck, Daddy, I'm going to cum," J said after a good half hour of pouding, the burning sensation in my hole having dissipated a while ago, replaced by the sweet glide of J's cock hitting my prostate. My own cock was trapped between myself and the mattress, precum oozing out from the head and making it wet. "Do it, son, come inside Daddy's hole," I said, encouraging J on, and groaned loudly when I felt J's seed coat my guts in spurts, his twitching cock hitting the spot with each burst of cum. I never wanted to stop feeling this, ever. It was pure bliss. "Fuuck, that's my good boy." J stayed inside me and wrapped his arms around me, peppering me with kisses until I found his mouth and met his tongue. We made out for another while before he grabbed something—a shirt, I think—to blindfold me. "What are you doing?" I asked, even as I let J proceed. "We can't take risks, right?" he whispered. "Can't let you see me, and I can't see you," he added as he used another shirt to hide the lower part of my face. I complied, even if part of me wanted to know what my young lover actually looked like. J slipped something cold in my hole, before rolling me on my back, and I felt his body again, flushed against mine, cock to cock. "There, so you don't let my load leak out," he said, his filthy words almost making me come. "I want you inside me, Daddy," J added as his thighs straddled my hips, his hands roaming over my pecs, playing with my hardening tits. He took my cock in hand, and I recognised the uneasy feeling of a condom suffocating my cock before he guided it towards his own hole. "Did you get tested?" "I did, I'm clean," I told J, expecting him to free my cock from the condom, aching to get my raw cock inside him. I felt J around my cock faster than I thought I would, and gasped in surprise, unprepared for it. "Fuck, son, please, take it off." "Just hold on," J said, not doing anything to remove the piece of latex around my cock as he kept pushing his ass back on it. J still felt good, but I knew the would feel a thousand times better if he let me bareback him. I didn't want to force him, though, so I didn't touch the condom, and put all of my frustration instead into fucking J as hard as I could with him still on top of me. It wasn't my preferred position, with me lying on my back, but I knew I would enjoy it a lot more if I could actually look up at J riding my cock, with his amazing and powerful body on display just for me. The other times we were in this position, I could at least see the outlines of J's face and body, I could see his rock hard abs, his beautiful erected cock and his balls bouncing on my own abs. "Yes, Daddy, just like that," J moaned. After a few more minutes of my frantic thrusts, I felt something weird, and all of a sudden, it was as though my cock expanded inside J, and it was getting warmed up so sweetly I almost cried. The condom had broken, I recognised the feeling for what it was. What I was feeling was J, all of him, at last, with nothing separating us. "Son," I panted between thrusts. "The condom broke." As soon as I let the words out, I heard J cry out, and felt his wet release hit my nose and chest. I picked up the drops he left me and swallowed them all. Then I followed suit, unloading my seed inside J, just as he'd done earlier, reveling in the pleasure of finally feeling my own cum inside the young jock. "God, I've waited so long for that, Daddy," J said, rocking back and forth on my softening cock. The dirty slut had done it on purpose, I realised. He'd planned this. He'd wanted the condom to break—had probably tampered with it too. Fuck, I was getting hard again just form the thought, and was thankful I had trusted the young boy and kept the condom on form the start. My refraction period had been significantly reduced ever since I met J. "You little slut," I muttered, grinning against J's lips as he kissed me, my cock and seed still inside him. "You're such a dirty cumpig, aren't you? So hungry for Daddy's load." "Yes, Daddy," J said as I picked up where I left off, thrusting into J, meeting him half way as he pushed back on my cock. I groaned again, loving how I could feel his soft hole clenching my cock. "I love you, Dad," J said, hands cupping my face. "I love you too, son," I replied, a bit taken aback that J had used Dad instead of Daddy, but ignored it, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, his muscled back. As we kept grinding up against each other, my cock left his ass with a trail of my cum on his balls. Our cocks were reunited again as we let our bodies connect from head to toe, and as we kept on kissing sloppily, I felt the blindfold come off, as well as the second shirt that was initially covering my mouth, and that had been lifted down around my neck when J wanted to kiss me. I took it as my cue to open my eyes, too curious to see J clearly for the first time, with his body on top of mine, our hard cocks rubbing together. When my eyes finally adjusted to the dark, I pulled away from J's tender lips, and at last had a good look at J's face, my heart stopped dead in my chest. "Brandon?"

A/N : Thanks for the feedback. I'm noticing now other typos, and find that I cannot edit the first post anymore :/ Oh well. Btw, this is purely fiction (I'm just a 20 something year old guy), but I'm glad you're enjoying it. Here's part 2. OH, and before you start, here's Dino Hillas, whom I picture as the narrator : ———————————————————— J was sleeping soundly in my arms when I regained consciousness, breathing a sigh of relief when I opened my eyes to darkness still present in the room. The clock on the nightstand read 5:03 am, which meant I still had plenty of time to get home before my wife got off work. I disentangled myself from J as softly as I could so as to not wake him up, before I proceeded to gather my clothes. With one final glance at the gorgeous boy lying naked on the bed, I left quietly. I felt cheerful on the way home, invigorated in a way I hadn't been in forever. I didn't even feel that bad about cheating. I took a long shower, humming to myself as I thought back to my encounter with J, how great it had felt. There was something about being with a man that I'd forgotten how much I loved. I got back in bed, wishing I had J in my arms again, and drifted off to sleep, part of me thinking this was one itch I needed scratched once, to get out of a bad slump. That it would never happen again. Boy was I wrong. A few nights later, while my wife was none the wiser about my little escapade and off to work, desire rose in me again. I had been getting a regular stream of messages on Grindr from the moment I'd set up an account, but none had ever really picked my interest the way J's had—though I was particularly horny, too, that night. So I found myself checking the app not too long after that first encounter with J, starting to feel bad that I was looking once again for another fuck. It made me wonder just how far I would go with this, and how long I could keep it from my wife. She didn't deserve to be cheated on, but I had needs—needs that she couldn't fulfill. I found new messages from J I had missed, and ignored the others', intrigued by what the young jock had to say. I had a great time last night. I'd like to see you again, if you're up for it. J had sent later in the day after our time together. I felt flattered, but didn't know what to say. Not that I had to say anything. I could just leave things there, never see that boy again. I then noticed the green circle indicating J21DL was online, and he noticed I was online too as he messaged me instantly. Hey, Daddy How're you doing? I swallowed, my cock stirring to life as I read the word Daddy, and I cursed J for having made it a trigger for my hard-on. Good thing Brandon never called me that. I felt awful, just thinking about my own son who had no clue his old man had had sex with someone his age—and had role-played together as father and son. I didn't even know that I could look Brandon in the eye now and not have mixed feelings. I hoped to God I would not start fantasizing about having sex with him—so far, I hadn't thought about it, so I deemed myself in the clear. I certainly had thought about having sex with J again, however. Feeling horny, you? I replied. I feel like I'm always horny, J said. Do you want to come over? It didn't take me as long as last time to make up my mind, and I almost felt bad. It was just sex, and at least I wasn't sleeping around with everything that moved, right? Besides, J said he had a girlfriend too, so this was just like an arrangement between friends, I told myself. On my way, I sent before getting ready. I chose to go with tight jeans and an even tighter shirt, which, I realized once I was in my car, J probably wouldn't even get to see, if things happened the same way it did last time. J seemed keen on not showing his face, which suited me just fine. If neither of us knew what the other looked like, there was less of a chance for our other halves to find out we were sleeping with each other, I figured. Once I got to J's room, surprised that I hadn't run into any of his frat brothers, my eyes were met with darkness, same as last time, except this time I was greeted with a forceful kiss that sent my back colliding with the door. I got on with the program, taking J in my arms and enjoying the feel of his body reunited with mine. It was only a few days since we last saw each other, but I found that I'd actually missed the kid. He was such a great kisser, and I'd almost forgotten how ripped he was. I let my hands explore his body all over again, my fingers feeling the tight muscles underneath his shirt. "I missed you, Daddy," J whispered in my ears. "I want you so bad." That boy was going to be the end of me, I thought as I let him nip at my jaw, down to my neck. I thrust my hips against his, feeling his erection caressing mine. His hands undid my jeans quickly, freeing my cock for his fingers to expertly stroke, and my shirt followed soon after. J was quick to get naked, leaving only his underwear on. "Let's get on the bed," I said, keeping my voice low, just like last time, and J didn't waste time following my suggestion as he threw me on the mattress and straddled me. I cupped his ass, grinning against his lips as I felt his exposed glutes. The horny slut had worn a jockstrap just for this occasion, and my cock slid perfectly between his cheeks. I'd actually dreamt about J's ass, and couldn't stop thinking about breeding that sweet hole, even though I knew that couldn't happen. "Your cock feels so good, Daddy," J said, his hips moving frantically back against my erection. "Your hole feels even better," I countered, using a hand to guide my leaking cock over his hole. I could feel J reaching back with a hand, slipping one finger inside his ass. He coated my cock with lube, as I looked for a condom. "And it's all ready for you," he said, helping me put the damn piece of latex over my cock. I felt even more confined as before, and really didn't like the feel of it, but I was ready to do anything to get inside this boy. J slid over my cock slowly, his hole still tight even if he'd prepped himself earlier, and it felt as amazing as before. Pretty soon we were fucking hard and fast, with J straddling me and kissing me, his own cock grinding against my abs. It was funny how enamored I could be with someone whose real name and face I didn't even know, but here I was, having the time of my life with a virtual stranger that liked to pretend I was his dad. "Yeah, just like that, Daddy," J said, the words sounding so sweet to my ears. "You feel so good." Our arms were wrapped around each other, and the way we talked, it didn't feel like J was just a cheap fuck. It really did feel like we were making love, and I was high from it. "You know," J started, between kisses. "I got tested the other day." "Yeah?" I asked, curious and excited as to where he was going with this. "Mmhhmm," he hummed, kissing me again. "I'm clean. What about you?" "I've never had to," I honestly answered, but couldn't help wishing I had, at the moment. "Shame," he said, with a sigh. "We could've gotten rid of this," he added as he pulled my cock out and pulled on the condom, the material springing back on my cock when he released it. "Fuck," I whispered, my cock twitching with interest. "I'm going to do that first thing in the morning." "Are you sleeping with anyone else, Daddy?" J asked, with a low tone, his voice laced with...jealousy? He sounded almost possessive, as he sat back on my cock, eliciting a groan from me. Fuck, I'd never felt as desired as I did in this instant. It shouldn't turn me on as much, but it did. "No, just you, baby boy," I replied and kissed him, fingers running through his soft hair as I picked up the pace again. "I've only slept with my wife for decades now, no one else. Except you." "Good," he muttered, kissing me again, slowly this time, his hands cupping my face and his hips having stopped moving. "Next time, once you're tested, you can fill me up with your sweet Daddy cum." "I'm certain I'm clean," I almost begged, desperate to feel all of J, with nothing between us. "Ah ah," he protested with a finger on my lips. "Be patient, Daddy. It'll be worth it." I groaned, frustrated, but was silenced with another kiss. I felt empty all of a sudden, when J pulled out again, leaving my cock cold in the air. "You know what, though? I could breed you," J said, his hands stroking my ass. "I'm clean, so it's safe for you, right? And, I mean, you have a perfect bubble butt, too, Daddy." "Is that what you want?" I asked, rolling on my side so he could have better access to my behind. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had fucked me, but I couldn't deny I was interested. I couldn't believe I was actually entertaining the idea, letting this kid bareback me? For all I knew, he could be lying about his STD lab results. It seemed all my blood had gone to my cock, with nothing left for my brain, though, because I said, "You want to fuck Daddy?" "Fuck yeah," J said, rolling me all the way over on my belly as he lay down on me, his cock teasing my hole. J was leaking even more precum than I was, and he used it as lube, fingers stretching my hole and wetting it with precum. I groaned, even more turned on than I thought possible, loving the way his precum felt as he worked me. "Fuck, J," I muttered, and groaned even louder when I felt his tongue. "You taste so good, Daddy," J said, and kept working on my hole with his magic tongue for what felt like an eternity, driving me insane "Come on," I said. I couldn't take another second of this teasing. I wanted J inside me, I wanted J's cum coating my insides. "Come on, what, Daddy?" the little fucker asked as he came back up to my ears, lips kissing my cheek. "Tell me what you want." "I want you to fuck me." "Good. And how do you want my cock?" "Raw," I answered with a final tone, and that was all it took before J was entering me with his beautiful cock. It took a few seconds to adjust at first, but with more lube, the slide got easier and easier. I was in heaven. I did forget how wonderful it felt, having a cock inside you, and I was glad we weren't using a condom. J was enthusiastic, and quickly enough, he was thrusting franctically, hitting my sweet spot repeatedly until I saw stars. "You like that, Daddy? Like your son's raw cock up your ass?" J said, his dirty mouth never ceasing to fuel my desire for him. My mind was numb, and I could barely muster a whispered Fuck as he kept on pounding me. I never thought, back when I got married, that I would one day end up here, having a cock up my ass. "I'm going to come," J warned me, and I pushed back against him, tightening my grip around his cock. "Where do you want my cum?" "Inside me, fill me up, son," I said, and J obliged immediately. I felt everything, every single spurt of cum as his cock pulsated inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. In those short few seconds, I knew I'd gotten the taste of something addictive, and that I would have a hard time going back. As J pulled out and rolled me on my back, I realized I'd actually come myself, inside the condom I'd forgotten was still on, just from the feel of J's cum inside me. "I see you really liked that, didn't you, Daddy?" J said, as he slipped the condom off of me, and emptied the content into his mouth. He was such a nasty little jock, and I loved him for it. I grabbed him and kissed him, tasting once again my cum on his tongue while his stayed inside me. We lay next to each other, making out leasurely, while stroking each other's bodies. When it came time for me to leave, J held me tighter, and kissed me harder. "I wish you didn't have to leave," he said, and I looked at him, trying to see his face, but failing to. I could vaguely discern his nose and sharp jaw, which was stubbled, and I knew he had short, soft hair. He was handsome. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart," I said. It was insane, how quickly we'd grown fond of each other, but it felt...right. "Promise?" "Promise," I replied, knowing I couldn't with clear certainty I couldn't get away from J now. As I walked to my car, with J's cum still inside me, I couldn't stop thinking about the next time I could have him filling me up again. I was hooked.