Bockito

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Hey everyone, hope you are horny and ready to jerk off to a new chapter! I love to read your comments, let me know what you think, if you shot loads to this story, if you have suggestions, ideas, anything you'd like to read next. -------------------------------- Ryan looked at Brandon with admiration and hope, hanging on to his words. I, on the other hand, was at a loss for words, gaping like a fish out of water. I wanted to believe my son was just putting on a front to impress this young man into believing he could just make any man fuck his son. I remained silent as I watched Brandon exchange contact info with Ryan, promising the latter to stay in touch and to devise a plan to seduce Mark. “Can I ask you for another favor?” Ryan asked as he pocketed his phone, looking down at his feet. “Sure, what is it?” Brandon replied as he turned to me and took my hand. “Can you…um…would you want to help me with this?” Ryan pointed at the thick outline of his hard cock showing through his noticeably short gym shorts. “Uh…After all, you’re responsible for my hardon.” “What do you say, Daddy?” Brandon asked me with a grin. I should not have been surprised my son could still go for another round when I wasn’t sure I could. I looked at Ryan’s sheepish face, his boyish looks making him appear so innocent when really, his mind was being corrupted and consumed with nasty thoughts of his father. The perverted voice in my head urged me to fuck Ryan, to show him how good he could have it if he gave in to his incestuous thoughts. I wanted other fathers and sons to experience the kind of love Brandon had shown me was possible. I wanted other men to be as depraved as I was. “Not here where anyone can see us,” the words left my mouth before my brain could catch up. The monster in me wanted to fuck Ryan badly, wanted to see through to the completion of this young man’s corruption. Nothing like some roleplay to let his new forbidden desires sink in and take roots. “Then where?” Ryan asked, his eyes darting between Brandon and me. Brandon's grip on my hand tightened, his thumb tracing circles on my skin. “We could go back to our place,” he suggested, the idea so outrageous it made my heart stop—had Brandon forgotten about his mother? —his voice low and suggestive. “Or... we could find somewhere even more private, like your office? Do you have one?” Ryan nodded, glancing down the hall at said office, which was right next to his father’s. “That’s perfect,” Brandon said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and excitement swirling within me. The audacity of Brandon's suggestion was breathtaking, a dangerous thrill that jolted me awake. “You can't be serious,” I said. “Oh, I'm very serious, Dad,” Brandon said, his lips brushing against my ear. “Just imagine... us, fucking right next his dad’s office. It would be the ultimate power play.” He turned to Ryan, his eyes lighting up with lust. “Are you in, Ryan? Ready to let your Daddy hear you scream for his cock?” Ryan's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. “I... I don't know,” he stammered, his gaze darting nervously towards Mark's office door, even though I could see his cock twitching with interest. “What if he finds us?” “That would be a bonus,” Brandon retorted, his voice laced with amusement. “Besides, I don’t think he will. He's too busy thinking about his precious gym to pay attention to what we're going to do.” He pulled Ryan closer, his hand sliding down to rest on his hip and lift his shirt, revealing his impressive set of abs. “Trust me, Ryan. We'll make it unforgettable.” The thought of making love to Ryan, right under his father's nose, sent a wave of heat through me. It was a reckless, dangerous idea, but the thrill of the forbidden was too intoxicating to resist. “Alright,” I said, my voice hoarse. “But we have to be careful.” Brandon grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don't worry, Dad. Nobody will interrupt us in Ryan’s office.” He turned to Ryan, his expression softening slightly. “Let's go, shall we?” Brandon’s lewd and reckless mind still scared me. He led us down the hallway, past Mark’s office and towards Ryan’s. When we entered, the first thing I noticed was the amount of light that seeped through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors, which led to a patio. I could see a table with deck chairs just outside, it was a pretty nice setup. The office itself was about half the size of Mark’s office. There was still plenty of space for three grown men to indulge in their carnal urges. Most importantly, Ryan’s office also had a couch, perfect for us to fuck comfortably. Brandon closed the door behind us and locked it before he turned to Ryan, his hands reaching out to take his shirt off. He caressed Ryan’s taut body, his defined pecs adorned with perky nipples, which I couldn’t resist playing with. “How about you relax and watch us for a bit?” Brandon suggested, leading Ryan to the couch and sitting him down. Brandon took out his phone and handed it to Ryan. “Here, can you capture this moment for us? We want a souvenir,” Brandon said, winking at Ryan before he returned to me. I had an idea of what Brandon intended to do with the footage, as I was getting familiar with his nasty side. Ryan took his gym shorts off, taking his cock in hand and holding the phone up to film us. “Fuck yes, that’s so hot.” Brandon turned to me with a wide grin and his predatory gaze captured me. He pulled me towards him, his fingers already working at the buttons of my shirt. “Now, Dad, let's give Ryan a show he'll never forget,” he said. He peeled my shirt off, his hands lingering on my skin, tracing the lines of my chest and abdomen. His touch was both possessive and reverent, a stark contrast to the reckless abandon he'd displayed moments before. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Remember what we did in the locker room?” he asked as his fingers played with my nipples. “Let's give him an encore.” A wave of heat washed over me as the memory of our encounter earlier in the locker room—the raw, animalistic passion—came back to the forefront of my mind. I looked at Ryan, at his hungry eyes as he watched us from the couch, one hand languorously stroking his engorged cock while the other kept Brandon’s phone pointed at us, and a surge of lust coursed through me. I wanted him, wanted to feel his body beneath mine, wanted to hear him cry out my name. Brandon's hands moved to my sweatpants, his fingers deftly undoing the strings to loosen them. He slid my pants down, his gaze never leaving mine. “Ready, Dad?” he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded; my voice lost in the rising tide of desire. Brandon pulled me into another scorching kiss as I wrapped my arms around him and lifted his shirt to feel his warm smooth skin. His tongue played with mine in what was now a familiar dance, two partners that knew each other by heart now. I couldn’t keep my groans in while I sought friction from Brandon’s cock, the fabric of his sweatpants separating me from it. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” Ryan said, prompting us to move our heads towards him, to lock eyes with the younger man while we kept kissing sloppily. “My Daddy’s the best kisser,” Brandon said, keeping his mouth close to mine. His scent, his warm body, his lewd words overwhelmed my head with lust. I slipped my hands down his pants, sliding the waistband just below his ass, showing off Brandon’s perfect bubble butt encased in a jockstrap. I turned our bodies to expose Brandon’s ass, parting the cheeks so I could slip a finger in. “Oh, fuck, Daddy!” Brandon said, surprised by my intrusion. “Look at my son’s sloppy hole,” I told Ryan, grinning when I noticed the young Latino hyponotized by our show. “Full of his Daddy’s sperm.” I managed to get a bit of my load out from Brandon’s hole, scooping it up and bringing it to my son’s mouth. Brandon took my fingers in his mouth eagerly, sucking on them and tasting my load. “Mmhh, love your cum, Daddy,” Brandon moaned. Brandon moved his lips down my jaw, then my throat, sucking on the tender skin until it was marked all over. His mouth stopped at my nipple to suck on it, his tongue teasing it with ease. His hands moved to cup my balls, and he began to stroke my aching cock. “That’s it, baby, suck on Daddy’s tits,” I said, my fingers carding through his brown locks. The sight of my son sucking on my chest, looking up at me with his beautiful eyes always took my breath away. After a few minutes of alternating between both my nipples, Brandon finally got down on his knees, his face in front of my hard cock. “You're so beautiful,” Brandon whispered, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against my hardening length. “Just like this.” He took me into his mouth with reverence, his tongue swirling around me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, my hands gripping his soft and luscious hair, as he worked his magic. I glanced at Ryan who was sitting just a couple of feet beside us, his eyes glued to the scene, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he kept stroking himself. Brandon turned to look at Ryan with a smirk while keeping my cock in his mouth. “You want some of this prime Daddy dick, Ryan?” he asked as he licked me from base to tip. “Yes, please,” he said, his eyes dark with lust; his cheeks flushed crimson. He nodded eagerly; his gaze fixed on Brandon's mouth. “Then come and get it,” Brandon said, waving him over. Ryan didn’t hesitate to stand up and walk over, kneeling beside Brandon. I proceeded to take Brandon’s phone from him to capture them both as Ryan glanced up at me with his beautiful eyes, hand tentatively grasping my cock. “God ahead, son,” I encouraged Ryan while Brandon resumed his meticulous work on my cock with his tongue. It was amazing to be able to capture this beautiful moment on camera, filming Ryan as he kissed the head of my cock before he swallowed it, forcing Brandon to move his lips to the side. “That’s it, good boys,” I said, throwing my head back as I let the two young men work in tandem. The air in the small office crackled with raw, animalistic energy. Ryan, emboldened by Brandon's presence and my encouragement, began to move his mouth with newfound confidence. He alternated between deep, reverent sucks and playful licks, his eyes never leaving mine. Brandon, a master of sensual manipulation, mirrored Ryan's rhythm, their combined efforts sending waves of pleasure through my body. “You taste so good,” Ryan whispered, his hand now cupping my balls. “Mmhh,” I groaned, my hands brushing their hair, pulling them closer. “You’re doing good. Both of you... so good.” Brandon shifted his position, his lips now tracing a line along my inner thigh. “Now, Ryan,” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. “Let's move to the couch and show Daddy just how good we can be.” Ryan freed my cock, his swollen lips glistening with saliva, his eyes filled with hunger. Brandon took his hand and walked to the couch until they were sitting side by side. I kept filming, recording their beautiful young, muscled bodies while Brandon freed his cock from his jockstrap. He turned back to me, his eyes locking onto mine. “Look at your sons, Daddy,” he said as he plastered his body against Ryan’s, thrusting their cocks together while licking Ryan’s cheek. It was a wonderful sight that kept my cock hard even without my son’s mouth keeping it warm and wet. I watched, my breath catching in my throat, as Brandon rubbed his cock against Ryan, their bodies a tangle of limbs. How could I think clearly when before me stood two gorgeous young men pleasuring each other with their perfect bodies? I moved closer to get a better angle of my beautiful lovers. Brandon's hand moved to Ryan's hardening length, his fingers stroking him slowly. Ryan groaned, his head falling back against the couch while Brandon sucked on his nipple, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “You like that, Ryan?” Brandon asked, his tongue licking Ryan’s hard nipple. “You like the feel of my hand on your cock? Of my tongue on your tit?” “Yes,” he mumbled, eyes fixed on Brandon. “Yes, brother.” “Good,” Brandon said, waving at me to come closer. “Because we're just getting started.” He moved his lips up to brush Ryan's ear. “Now, I want you to tell me how much you want your dad,” he whispered, commanding and firm. “Tell me how much you want his cock inside you.” Ryan hesitated for a moment, then his desire overrode his inhibitions. “I want him,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “Dad…Daddy...” he said, as though he was trying out the word, his body shaking. It was so hot, watching Ryan succumb to his newfound incestuous urges. “I want Daddy’s cock... inside me,” Ryan said at last with a sweet moan. Brandon's grin widened. “That’s a good boy,” he said. “And good boys deserve their Daddy’s love.” “Did you hear that, Dad?” he asked loudly, as he turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine. “Ryan here wants his Daddy’s cock.” “And he’s going to get it,” I growled and reached out, my hand sliding down to cup Ryan's balls, my fingers gently squeezing them. “Then let's give him what he wants,” Brandon said and grabbed my cock, pulling me close until I was straddling Ryan, my hardon hovering above his lips. I slapped Ryan’s face with my heavy cock, tremors traveling down my legs when Ryan’s tongue came out to lick me again. “Mmhh, you taste so good, Daddy,” Ryan whispered, getting more confident and bolder with the word, before he took my cock in his mouth again. “That's right, baby bro,” Brandon purred, his hand on Ryan’s head to push him down on my cock. “Taste him. Savor him. He's all yours.” He shifted closer to Ryan and moved my right knee between his legs so he could have better access to my cock. “And he's all mine, too.” Brandon’s mouth joined Ryan’s to lick me, their mouths sending me to new heights of pleasure. I watched these two young men service me, making sure to get the best angle on camera, my own desire reaching a fever pitch, as their tongues danced across my length, their lips sucking and swirling in perfect unison. “Yes,” Ryan almost gagged on my cock. “Yes, Daddy. Give it to me.” “Say it again, Ryan,” Brandon commanded. “Tell him how much you want him.” “I want you, Daddy!” Ryan cried out, his voice raw with desire. “I want your cock inside me, Daddy! Please!” Brandon pulled away from my cock, satisfied with his work. We’d done it. We’d pushed Ryan over the ledge, there was no turning back from this incestuous ride. He looked at me, his eyes dark with lust. “He's ready for you, Dad,” he said as he took his phone from me to film us. “Give him what he wants.” Freed from my filming duties, I could focus on sweet, innocent Ryan. I stepped back and pushed Ryan down, spreading his thighs apart until I could reach his hole. He was completely smooth, his hard cock resting on his abs as I started to finger him with my spit. Brandon handed me a bottle of lube—always prepared, my son—to help me open Ryan's hole, stretching him gently, preparing him for what was to come. His moans filled the small office, fueling me with more energy. Brandon watched us, his gleeful expression sending a shiver down my spine. He seemed to relish his role as the puppet master, orchestrating this twisted scene. “He’s stretched enough, Dad,” Brandon purred, his voice low and suggestive. “Give him what he wants.” I positioned myself between Ryan's spread legs, my hardened cock throbbing with anticipation. The scent of our collective arousal filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of gym sweat and something else, something distinctly carnal. I pressed the tip of my cock against his entrance, feeling the slick heat enveloping me. “Daddy...” Ryan whimpered, his hands gripping the couch cushions, his bulging muscles a glorious display for me. He looked up with his doe eyes, pleading. “Please fuck me, Daddy.” I pushed forward, slowly, giving Ryan time to breathe and get used to my cock inside him. His whimpers echoed in the small office, a mixture of pain and pleasure. I paused, allowing him to adjust, before continuing my thrusts. Brandon watched us with intense satisfaction as he kneeled on the couch and lifted the camera above Ryan to capture my raw cock penetrating him. Brandon’s hand slid down to cup Ryan's balls, his fingers gently squeezing and stroking. “That's it, baby brother,” he whispered. “Take it. Take all of Daddy’s cock.” The thought of Mark, just a few feet away, in his office, added an electrifying edge to the encounter. The risk of discovery, the sheer audacity of our actions, fueled my lust, pushing me further into the depths of depravity. I fucked Ryan harder, faster, his cries growing louder, more desperate. I wanted Mark to hear his son begging for him, to know what was happening just inches away, what he was missing. The memory of all the times I made love to Brandon, his own eager submission, flickered through my mind. The way he’d begged, the way he’d called me “Daddy”. I pushed harder into Ryan, my thrusts becoming more brutal, more demanding. Ryan's cries grew louder, his body trembling beneath me. “Daddy... fuck...!” “Tell him how much you want him, Ryan,” he commanded, his lips brushing against Ryan's ear as he rubbed his cock against Ryan’s body. “Tell him how much you crave his cock. How you’ve been craving it for years without knowing it.” “I want you, Daddy!” he screamed as he arched his body. “I want your cum inside me! Por favor, Papi!" Brandon's eyes were filled with glee as he heard Ryan slip into Spanish, his gaze locking onto mine. “He's all yours, Daddy,” he said as he stroked my chest. “Breed him. Fill him up with your cum. Mark’s cum.” The thought of Mark breeding his son was intoxicating, making me thrust deep, burying myself to the hilt. Ryan muttering Daddy like a mantra while I pounded him was music to my ears. I groaned, my climax building, the pleasure overwhelming me. As I came—much to my surprise after all the times I’d come today—I met Ryan’s gaze, his face flushed, his eyes glazed with pleasure. He looked elated, a twisted sense of pride filling me. Ryan had come almost in sync with me and Brandon had made sure to collect all of Ryan’s thick load in the palm of his hand. “Good boy,” Brandon said tenderly as he stroked Ryan’s hair. Brandon took a moment to film his cum-filled hand, and the camera followed his hand as he fed me Ryan’s sweet cum, letting me take my time to savor it, licking my son’s hand clean. “So sweet, mijo,” I said, trying to mimic Mark’s voice, eliciting a whimper out of Ryan as he watched me eat his sperm. “We did it, Dad, we freed his love for his Daddy,” Brandon said, triumphant. The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. We had crossed another line, pushed the boundaries of [banned word] further than I ever thought possible. The monster in me, the dark, twisted monster that grew every day, reveled in the transgression. I pulled out of Ryan’s ass, my cock dripping with remnants of my load. “Here, take it, Dad,” Brandon said as he gave me his phone back so I could take over and film him. Brandon leaned down to lick my cock clean, moaning as he tasted my load mixed with Ryan’s juices, while maintaining eye contact with me. “Such a good boy,” I murmured, satisfied as I watched Brandon savor the last of my seed. He then shifted, his attention turning back to Ryan, who lay panting on the couch, his face a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion. “Now, let's give you another load.” Ryan nodded, eager as he lifted his thighs to give Brandon better access to his cummy hole. “Relax and enjoy, baby brother,” Brandon said as he began to slowly finger Ryan, stretching him further, preparing him for another round of pleasure. “You like that, Ryan? Do you like the way my fingers feel inside you? Pushing Daddy’s seed deeper inside to knock you up?” Ryan's body trembled, his hips bucking involuntarily against Brandon's hand. “Yes,” he gasped, another moan escaping his lips. “Yes, brother.” Brandon's grin widened. “Good,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine. “Because now, it's my turn.” I moved to the side so I could capture Brandon pressing the tip of his cock against Ryan's slick entrance, pausing to enjoy the moment. “Ready, baby brother?” Ryan nodded, his eyes fluttering closed. “Yes,” he breathed. “Please.” Brandon pushed forward easily, my load making his cock slide right in. For a while, the only sound heard in the office were Ryan’s moans and Brandon’s balls slapping his ass. I watched them while keeping an eye on the camera to keep them in sight, my own desire still burning hot at the sight of my son fucking Ryan. “That's a good boy,” I encouraged Ryan while I stroked his pecs. “You’re so good, brother, fill me up!" Ryan shouted, his voice thick with lust. “I want your cum inside me.” “That's it, baby brother,” Brandon purred, his hands joining mine to play with Ryan’s nipples. Ryan's grunts mingled with Brandon's, their bodies writhing together in a shared moment of ecstasy. As Brandon came, he buried himself deep within Ryan, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He held Ryan close, their bodies still joined, their breaths mingling in the thick, humid air. “Good boy,” Brandon praised Ryan as he stroked his wet hair. He pulled out slowly, leaving a trail of glistening cum, our mixed cum. I scooped the few drops that leaked from Ryan’s hole and fed him. Ryan sucked my fingers with gusto before Brandon captured his mouth, their tongues exchanging cum. It was a glorious sight, and I had it all captured on Brandon’s phone. As we came down from our unbridled lust, we sat back down on the couch, Ryan sandwiched between Brandon and me. We made out, our tongues caressing sensually as Brandon and I stuck our sweaty bodies to Ryan. “Did you like it, baby?” I mumbled between kisses. “Yes, Daddy, thank you,” Ryan replied, his arms wrapped around our waist to keep us close. A sudden knock on the door made us all freeze. Mark's voice, cold and sharp, cut through our post-coital haze. “Ryan? Mijo, are you alright in there? I heard some... noises.” The blood drained from Ryan’s face. He looked at Brandon, then at me, his eyes wide with panic. Brandon’s eyes, however, gleamed with unholy excitement. “Just a moment, Dad,” Ryan called out, his voice trembling. The door handle shook frantically as Mark tried to get in.“Open the door, Ryan. Now.” Mark ordered, unwavering as his fist pounded on the door. I proceeded to get dressed as fast as I could, Ryan doing the same while Brandon sat back, still naked. “What are you doing?” I hissed at my son, throwing his clothes at him. “Let him see us,” Brandon shrugged, Ryan watching him with horror written all over his face. “Let him see how hot his son is, his ass full of cum.” “I don’t think he will be happy about this,” I said, grabbing Brandon’s arm and lifting him off the couch. He didn’t even bother putting his clothes on as Ryan pushed us out the glass doors so we could make our escape. Hand in hand, we ran outside, my heart beating furiously. Brandon stopped me a few feet away from Ryan’s office, tackling me against the side of the gym building to kiss me again. “That was so hot, Daddy,” Brandon said, his body covering mine. “You’re impossible,” I said, giving in to my son’s lips. I loved him despite his insanity and his insatiable urges. “You should get dressed,” I insisted, looking around us to make sure no one was around. Brandon reluctantly put on his sweatpants and tank top. “Let’s go home, Dad,” Brandon said with a brilliant smile and not a care in the world. I could only nod and obey, powerless in the face of such beauty. It felt surreal, walking hand in hand with my son out of the gym like we were a couple after what we’d just done in Ryan’s office. Yet again, Brandon had brought me with him on a wild ride. The reverent look on Ryan’s face would forever be burned in my memory—though I could always have a refresher with the footage on Brandon’s phone. We gave Ryan a revelation today, fucked him into blissful oblivion. It was careless. It was freeing. I was surprised when Brandon took my car keys out of my pocket and opened the passenger door for me. “What about your car?” I asked as I got in. “Josh dropped me here on his way home,” he replied. So, Josh had spent the whole day at our place. My mind conjured multiple dirty scenarios of what my two gorgeous lovers could have been up to the entire day. The whole ride home, Brandon kept his hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles as my mind was reeling with thoughts. I was grateful for the companionable silence for it let me reflect on everything that had happened in such a short span of time. Before Monday, I did not think it would be possible to love Brandon more than I already did. My heart was full in a way I had not felt for so long—if ever—all because of the romantic and forbidden shift our relationship had taken. I realized then why I felt so guilty and torn about this situation. I felt awful because in the end, it felt right. It felt so wonderful to be able to kiss my son, to make love to him. I wanted this sexual relationship with Brandon. I loved it, I loved him. Admitting I wanted Brandon as a lover was a point of no return, a revelation I could not undo. “You alright, Dad?” Brandon asked me, bringing me back from my thoughts. I looked up at him and realized we were already in our home driveway. “Yeah, I’m fine, son,” I said with a smile, though I was dreading this evening with both my wife and son. When I walked into the living room, I found Kate dozing on the couch, her current novel left open on her chest. I gently shook her awake as it was almost 7 pm and she wouldn’t be able to sleep at a reasonable hour if I let her nap later than that. “Hey, handsome,” she mumbled as she saw me kneeling by her side, her soft hand stroking my face. “You look tired, honey.” “It was a long day,” I replied, her infectious smile hitting me hard. She exuded charm like very few people did, just like Brandon—he got that from her. It was confusing, to say the least, feeling all this love for my wife mixing up with my love for Brandon. “Did you not shower at the gym?” Kate asked, scrunching her nose. Shit. I definitely reeked from our activities with Ryan. “I’ll prepare dinner, will you help me, Dad?” Brandon said just behind me, his hand pulling at my shoulder, interrupting our moment. He looked upset, which worried me as I followed him to the kitchen. “What do you want to eat?” he asked as his hands grabbed my waist, his mouth brushing my lips. “Brandon, not here,” I said as I pulled back, trembling just from Brandon’s proximity. “I’m fine with whatever you guys want, I’ll go ask your mother.” I escaped the kitchen, afraid of my son’s power over me and my lack of rational thoughts around him. He was insane, trying to seduce me with his mother in the next room. I thought Kate was the best buffer between Brandon and me. I hoped having her around would help me feel like none of the insanity Brandon and I had gotten into was real. I found Kate still dozing and had to wake her again. “Hey, sweetheart, what do you want for dinner?” I asked her, stroking her soft cheek. “I’m craving a potato salad,” she yawned as she sat up. I left Brandon on his own in the kitchen and brought Kate to our bedroom to draw her a bath with her favorite soap, a glass of wine and her book. I knew she liked a good warm bath after three night shifts in a row, to relax her stiff body. “Thank you, honey,” she said as she settled in the bathtub, pulling me in for a chaste kiss. “Just relax, ok?” I said as I lit a lavender-scented candle next to her. “I’ll go help Brandon.” I found Brandon chopping vegetables efficiently, still in his gym clothes. I stood by the fridge and admired him for a second. It was still difficult for my mind to grasp that my wholesome son, a straight-A athlete who had learned to cook and clean after himself, was in love with me. Brandon was the whole package; his girlfriend had even told us so. Little did she know Brandon was ready to dump her for me, his father. “Need any help?” I asked him as I peered over his shoulder at what he’d prepared. He was almost done, just chopping the last vegetables to put the dish together. “Yeah, come over here,” he replied, beaming as he grabbed my hand and pulled me close until I was in his arms again. “Brandon, what are you–” He cut me off with his lips covering mine, his sneaky tongue already in my mouth before I could think of stopping him. I kissed him back like it was second nature to me now. “Stop, your mother—” “I don’t want to think about her right now,” he said as he cut me off again, his aggressive kiss making me dizzy while his hard cock rubbed against mine. He was insatiable but I needed to put a stop to this, Kate could walk in on us any second. I put some distance between us, heart racing as my eyes devoured my gorgeous son. It was becoming harder every day to get away from him and it scared me, realizing how little control I had left in me. “I’ll go check on your mom,” I said, using Kate once again to escape from Brandon. He didn’t seem pleased, but he at least accepted my excuse. She was turning out to be the best asset I had to rein Brandon in. I walked up the stairs to our bedroom, lingering by the bathroom door, listening to the gentle splash of water and the soft rustle of pages. I tapped on the door to get her attention. “Dinner’s almost ready,” I announced. “Give me five minutes,” she said, putting her book down and stretching her arms above her head. I left her to do her skincare, knowing it would take her some time. I returned to the kitchen, finding Brandon leaning against the counter, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He'd finished the potato salad, his expecting smile making it clear he’d been waiting for me to come back to him. “Everything alright with Mom?” Brandon sounded deceptively casual. “She's fine,” I replied, my voice tight. “She’s almost done.” He pushed himself off the counter, closing the distance between us with unnerving ease. He wrapped me in his arms, hugging me tight and burying his nose in my neck. “You smell so good, Daddy,” he said, his hands traveling down to grab my ass. “Brandon, we can't,” I said, my legs trembling when Brandon’s finger breached my hole. “Not while your mother’s in the house.” He reached out with his other hand, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “Why not? She won't know.” “You’re reckless,” I retorted, pulling away before he could go further. “Doing this with you is wrong enough, I don’t want her to find out.” “Might be wrong," he said, his eyes searching mine. “Which is exactly why we both want it so bad, isn’t it, Daddy?” “We need to talk about setting some rules in the house,” I said firmly, hoping to convey how serious the matter was. “Talk?” he scoffed, a hint of frustration in his voice. “We've been talking with our bodies just fine.” I needed to find a way to get through the lustful fog in Brandon’s head, to make him realize how crazy he had been acting. “That's the problem,” I hissed, lowering my voice as I grabbed Brandon’s arm and led him outside to the backyard. “First Josh caught us red-handed, then at the gym, the fucking owner and his son know about us, because we couldn’t keep it in our pants. We need boundaries.” “Boundaries?” he repeated, a dark amusement flickering in his eyes. “You still think you can just draw a line and expect me to stay on my side after all your previous attempts? When you look like this?” “We have to try,” I pleaded, my voice cracking. "For your mother's sake. For my sanity. For…us.” He stepped closer, his breath warm against my ear, his hands resting on my pecs burning through my tee shirt. “There is no 'us' without this,” he whispered, dangerous and intense. “There's only you and me, and our love.” I was suffocating, the air was thick with the weight of our forbidden love. Brandon's presence was a magnetic force, pulling me deeper into the chaos I desperately tried to avoid but ultimately could not. I let him hug me again, our bodies connecting from head to toe. “I told you everything was going to be fine, trust me,” Brandon repeated, his hands stroking my back. I had a hard time believing him, not after getting caught twice. “I'm going to shower,” I said, my voice strained. I needed to put some distance between us before Kate joined us, I didn’t want her to see how intimate we’d become. He followed me back to the kitchen; I could feel him watching me leave. I took a quick shower to get the sex and sweat off of my skin before I joined Brandon down. We moved between the kitchen and dining room, setting out plates and cutlery. The silence was deafening, broken only by the clinking of silverware and the frantic beating of my heart. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move, and the weight of his gaze was almost unbearable. As I finished setting the table, the sound of my wife’s steps down the stairs sent a wave of relief over me. Kate emerged like an angel, her face glowing and relaxed, a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She walked into the kitchen, her smile bright and oblivious to the tension between Brandon and me. “Looks delicious, baby,” she told Brandon as she looked at the dining table, her voice light and cheerful. “You even made hummus!” “Your favorite,” Brandon replied, smooth and casual, as if nothing had happened between us. Kate's presence was a Godsend, her attitude throwing us back into our usual family dynamics, putting Brandon back into his role. We chatted like old times thanks to Kate, talking about Brandon’s studies, his prospects, the latest neighborhood gossip. It was relaxing, to be able to go back to a semblance of normal life. One that wasn’t filled with sex with my son and other men. Halfway through dinner, as I was pouring Kate another glass of wine, the doorbell rang, cutting through the conversation between Brandon and Kate about our neighbor’s divorce. “Are we expecting anyone? Delivery?” I asked as I got up and went to get to the door. “Oh, that must be Josh,” Kate said as I approached the door. “I forgot to tell you I invited him for dinner.” My hand froze on the handle, cold sweat seizing me as I saw Josh through the little window waving at me.

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Ok, it's insane, it's been over 2 years since I last updated this story...Life takes over but I regularly think about this so here it is, a new chapter. I will upload the updated pdf file later, I've reread the entire thing and edited it again, updated the pictures so they'd be better quality. Hope you enjoy it, not as much action as previous ones. I live off your comments, let me know what you think, what you hope for the next chapters, it'll help inspire me. ------- I took a few seconds to catch my breath, resting against the locker room wall as Brandon hugged me tight, head buried in the crook of my neck. I could see Ryan and Latino guy standing close to us as they caressed each other’s bodies. It was quite the sight, a crowd of beautiful men before me appreciating what Brandon and I had indulged in. “I’m Ryan too, by the way,” Latino guy said with a sheepish smile as he pointed to the other Ryan, the buff Asian nodding with a grin. I named him Ryan #2 in my head, looking him up and down to appreciate his young and lean body. He was a gorgeous Latino man with a strong jawline, not as big as Brandon but still really well built., before he asked us, “You two are incredible, are you really related?” “No,” I lied, pulling Brandon closer to me in a possessive grip. I wasn’t ready to admit to the rest of the world what Brandon and I truly were to each other—I don’t think I ever would be ready. “Fuck, you probably could, you do look like you’re father and son,” Ryan #2 said, biting his bottom lip as his eyes devoured us. He was adorable while Ryan #1 definitely gave off a kinky vibe. “I’ve wondered sometimes what it would be like to play the whole Dad/Son kink before meeting you two, but damn. Now I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Told you!” Ryan #1 said, punching the other Ryan’s arm lightly. “Man, your papi is scorching hot, can’t believe you never jerked off to him, or tried to fuck him cause I would have.” “Gross, dude, he’s my dad,” Ryan #2 replied, though his words carried little heat. His face was getting flush, making him even prettier. It was hot to know that Brandon and I might have awoken something in that sexy young man. “You just said you can’t stop thinking about having your Dad fuck you,” Ryan #1 said with a smirk. “What the hell’s going on in here?” someone shouted, interrupting the Ryans’ little argument, bringing my attention to the man entering the locker room. It was another Latin man, imposing with his sculpted body in a tight shirt and even tighter shorts, with the gym’s logo on both. I recognized him as the gym owner, Mark Muñoz, a man whose chiseled face, piercing eyes and ripped body had convinced me to sign up to his gym years ago. His confident stride parted the crowd of men who let him come through to us until he stood just a breath away, his eyes traveling up and down our tangled bodies. “Ah. I see we have a couple of exhibitionists here,” Mark said, his stoic face and steely gaze making me freeze as Brandon turned to look at him, pressing his back to me. Brandon held his head high defiantly, even going as far as planting a kiss to my cheek, unashamed as ever. I had no idea where he got that from because it certainly wasn’t from me. “Didn’t know you were a voyeur, mijo, I expected better from you, you work here,” Mark said to Ryan #2, his tone was scolding and made Ryan #2 recoil. Mijo? My cock twitched as I looked at the two Latin men, noticing the common features they shared, making them unmistakably related. Fuck, it was so hot seeing this hot father/son pair standing next to each other, what with Ryan being naked in front of his father, especially knowing Brandon and I had likely awoken a new incestuous kink in the young man. Had Ryan and Mark ever fooled around? I couldn’t help but wonder, my cock waking up just thinking about them fucking. They would make quite a gorgeous couple, I thought as I feasted my eyes on the hot father/son pair, and I wouldn’t mind watching them make love. Although judging by Mark’s aloof demeanor, he did not strike me as a guy who’d be interested in other men, let alone an incest-oriented pervert like I was. The way he talked to his son certainly didn’t make me think he was the dotting father type. “Sorry, Dad,” Ryan #2 said, sheepish as he covered his crotch. I tried to peek at Ryan’s cock, wondering if it was hard from nasty thoughts of his dad. Brandon was grinning as he looked at Ryan and Mark, which let me know without a doubt that my perverted son was thinking the same thing that I was. “Nothing to be sorry about,” Brandon said, pushing Ryan’s hands away to grab his evidently hard cock, giving it long strokes, eliciting a loud moan from Ryan. So we had gotten through to the young Latin man. “You’re hard just looking at your dad, aren’t you? I know the feeling.” My cock was getting hard, as was Brandon’s, I couldn’t help thrusting against Brandon’s hips as I watched my son fondle another young man’s cock in front of his father, who merely gave Brandon an inquisitive look. Ryan closed his eyes and moaned, lost in his incestuous fantasy, I presumed. It was incredibly and oddly satisfying to watch this young innocent-looking man falling into the same dark and twisted urges Brandon and I were lost in. “No!” Ryan said after a couple of seconds and pulled away from Brandon. He quickly pulled up his shorts and stepped back from us. I swallowed a chuckle as I saw the panic in Ryan’s face as he looked at his father Mark to gauge his reaction. Ryan #1, on the other hand, was openly stroking his cock, eyes locked on both father and son. “That’s enough,” Mark said, his face unreadable as he walked away. “Everyone clean up here, nothing to see anymore. You will give me your phones before you leave this room, I want to make sure none of you perverts have recorded what happened here. Can’t have that kind of publicity for my establishment.” I could hear the men groaning as Mark guarded the door to the locker room, keeping them all from walking out without a thorough inspection of their phones. Part of me was relieved, I hadn’t paid much attention to our audience, but another part of me was ashamed that I had been so careless. Brandon and I had crossed yet another line today, one I had hoped to never even come close to. Our lives could be ruined if we were exposed. I wondered why Mark was doing this and how much he’d seen of what we’d done. Everyone went back to their lockers, leaving me and Brandon alone. Brandon led me to the gym showers, hand in hand, his touch soft on my skin as he washed all the sweat away. We took our time under the hot water, in the privacy of a stall, making out languorously as our bodies were pressed close. I tried to conceal how panicked I was, my hands shaking so much it was a miracle I managed to get clean. “Love you so much, Dad,” Brandon whispered as he kissed my neck, his hands stroking my chest. His cock was impossibly hard, rubbing against mine. We were both horny again, probably from the thought of Ryan and Mark getting it on after witnessing what we had done. “Love you too, son,” I replied before I captured Brandon’s lips and enjoyed his smooth skin against mine. We managed to finish our shower without either of us coming; much to my surprise. I certainly could not, at my age, after the past couple of days, but I thought Brandon would’ve wanted to. Instead, he took me to my locker so we could get dressed and leave. Brandon looked amazing in a very large tank top that showed a lot of side boob, as well as simple gray sweatpants. On our way out of the locker room, however, Mark stopped us in our tracks. “Can you please come to my office for a moment?” Mark asked us with a friendly smile. I considered declining, but his tone and his cold eyes left no room for discussion. I worried about what he wanted to tell us, I felt like a teenager being called to the principal’s office. After all, my son and I did just have sex in public in his gym. I glanced at Brandon by side, it baffled me that he didn’t seem as worried as I was while we followed Mark. He met my gaze and offered me a reassuring smile, taking my hand in his. I was surprised to find Mark’s son, Ryan, in the office, sitting on a couch beside Mark’s desk. Ryan looked gorgeous with a skin-tight tee shirt and shorts that showed off his strong thighs. He’d definitely inherited Mark’s good looks and athletic habits. Mark’s office was minimalistic, with just a desk and a gallery of framed pictures on the wall. My eyes landed on the last picture, which showed Mark and his family in front of the gym for its 10th year anniversary back in January. I could recognize Ryan standing in front of his parents, with another tall young man beside him, who looked just as gorgeous—probably his brother. Mark sat at his desk and asked us to take the seats before him. “So, Mr. and Mr. Marks,” Mark started, holding a piece of paper in his hand. “I took a look at your files and was shocked to find out you two are actually father and son, considering what I caught you two doing in my locker room.” I froze, hearing those last words, my greatest fear coming true. Brandon and I were screwed and not in the good sense. Having Josh find out about us was one of the worst moments of my life, but things had worked out in the end since Josh was as twisted as we were, willing to keep our dirty little secret to himself. Now our identities were compromised, because of one moment of weakness I couldn’t overcome. “We’re not,” I tried to protest. “What made you think that?” “You’re registered as Nathan and Brandon Marks, with the same home address.” “That doesn’t mean he’s my son,” I said, my voice betraying me. I didn’t sound convincing at all. The gym owner looked at me with his piercing eyes, as though daring me to keep lying to him. I was petrified, I could picture my whole life crumbling down—I’d lose Kate, lose my job, lose the house and worst of all, lose Brandon. I could not fathom life without my precious son now. “Your son signed up before he was eighteen, you did the paperwork for him,” Mark added, effectively shutting me up. We were screwed. How did this keep happening? “So what?” Brandon shot back, his challenging tone doing nothing to reassure me. He went as far as taking my hand in his, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. “What are you going to do about it?” “Nothing,” Mark said with a sigh, my heart beating so fast I could barely hear them talking. “I made sure to delete any footage of what you two did back in my gym earlier. You two should be more discreet from now on, unless you want people to know you’re related?” “No, of course not,” I said, swallowing around the lump in my throat. I chanced a look at Ryan, the latter looking at us with lust and in his eyes, but also...hope? I was confused by his presence during this conversation, Mark didn’t show any sign of disgust towards us. If he did feel that way, he had a great poker face. “Great, so be more careful, will you? I can’t clean up after you two all the time and I want you to keep coming to my gym,” Mark said as he pointed his accusing finger at us. “Why?” I couldn’t help but ask, immediately regretting the question. I was perplexed by Mark being so nonchalant about our situation. How was he not repulsed? I would not go as far as saying he was accepting but he was so detached from the gravity of what Brandon and I were doing. I could not help but hope he was in a similar situation as I was, hope that I could have someone to confide in about my complicated relationship with Brandon. I kept looking between Mark and Ryan, my cock rising as I thought about the two sexy men going at it. Ryan did seem enthralled by his hunky father now, which was making me oddly proud, though Mark barely paid attention to his son. No, there didn’t seem to be anything going on between them, to my disappointment. “Well, first of all, you’ve been members of my gym for years,” Mark said, crossing his beefy arms across his chest. “Second of all, after your little stunt earlier? I had dozens of new members signing up, so I ought to thank you two.” “Seriously?” Brandon said, his grip on my hand loosening. He relaxed beside me, showing me for the first time how stressed he was about this even when he’d seemed so confident all along. “My gym is queer friendly, always has been,” Mark replied. “Hell, my son Ryan works here as a trainer and has been openly out and the queer poster boy for my gym for a couple of years now. That boy’s thirst traps on social media have attracted more members than you can count.” I was floored to hear Mark talking about his son that way, as though Ryan was just another means to an end, he was all business. It hadn’t occurred to me that Ryan was an employee. I’d never really noticed as I worked out on my own and only ever seen him working out as well when he wasn’t coming onto me. Ryan seemed to beam at his father’s praise though, his cheeks flush as he looked down at his hands, a little smile tugging the corner of his lips. He looked adorable. “It just would not do for people to find out your little secret and associate you with my gym. I cannot have my establishment be in the center of such a scandal,” Mark continued to say, leaning forward on his desk to fix me with another stern look, which I deserved. Mark seemed to be about my age yet he made me feel much younger and foolish. To be fair, I was a fool for entering a sexual relationship with my son to begin with and even more so for fucking him in public. “We’ll be more careful,” I said, determined to keep my libido in check. I squeezed Brandon’s hand and looked at him with a serious gaze, hoping my son would behave from now on. “Nothing will happen again.” Brandon squeezed my hand back to the point of hurting, his glare making me uneasy. He didn’t seem happy with my last words as he muttered under his breath, “We’ll see about that.” “Great, now get out of here, I need to speak to my son,” Mark said, dismissing us with a wave of his hand. I stood up, eager to leave this place and forget about what had happened here. Brandon pulled me back just as I was about to open the office door. “Are you two fucking too?” Brandon asked them, as bold as ever, leaving me gaping at my son. Had he gone out of his mind? He could not have just said that. Did he want to push our luck? “Brandon!” I admonished my son, fearing the worst. Mark was being awfully nice to us already and now Brandon had to go and ruin it all by offending the man. “You really are twisted, son, aren’t you?” Mark said as he stared Brandon down, unfazed. That man was unreadable, I could not for the life of me figure out what he was thinking, which was terrifying. “Sorry to disappoint but not everyone is as perverted as you.” I couldn’t help but glance at Ryan then, who looked downright dejected. I felt for him, the young trainer was adorable and in dire need of some paternal affection, it almost made me want to take him home. Brandon shook me from my thoughts, disappointment written all over his face as though he knew what I was thinking. “Well, you should give it a try, trust me, it’ll be the best sex—umpf.” I clapped my hand over Brandon’s mouth to stop his nonsense, a little too late for my linking as my brain had frozen for a moment when he’d started taling. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Muñoz, that was completely out of line,” I said, tightening my grip around Brandon to keep his mouth shut. “Please accept our apologies for all the trouble, I promise you nothing indecent will happen again in your gym.” “I’m counting on you Mr. Marks,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Brandon. “I suggest you keep your son on a tighter leash, he’s wild one.” On that note, he turned his attention to his son, waving him over and dismissing us entirely. Face flaming with shame, I took that as my cue to escape, so I pulled Brandon with me to leave. I pinched my arm to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I had a hard time processing what had just happened. Not only did Mark let us go without the threat of exposing us, but he was willing to help keep our relationship a secret? Albeit for the sake of his gym, but still. It was beyond my highest hopes after the stunt we’d pulled in the locker room. I wanted to put this entire conversation behind us, I wanted to forget it had happened at all. Denial was such a sweet option but the crippling fear that had taken roots in me was overwhelming and would not go away so easily, even after what Mark assured us. Part of me blamed Brandon for putting us in such risky situations knowingly, for putting us out there for the entire world to see. Part of me wondered if that was his intention to expose our relationship. My son was a smart young man, surely he knew better than that, didn’t he? “Wait, Dad, I’m sorry,” Brandon said just I closed the door to Mark’s office and started walking. He pulled me back toward him, his strong arms enveloping me in a warm hug. “Breathe with me for a sec.” Despite my thundering heart and troubled mind, I relaxed in his arms, resting my face in his neck as I breathed him in. He smelled like heaven, a mixture of citrus and sandalwood I’d come to associate with him. We stood there in each other’s arms for a while as I willed my heart to calm down. “We’re going to be ok, Dad,” he murmured as his hand stroked my back. How could I stay mad at him when he was so considerate? Brandon had always been good at reading people and looking after them, that was something Kate and I loved about him. No matter what happened, I could still be proud of the outstanding man Brandon had grown up to be despite his recent shortcomings as an exhibitionist. “I’ll take care of everything,” Brandon added. In that moment, I wanted to believe him even when I knew our lives were at risk. At least three people knew about our affair now, how many more were going to find out? It had only been two days. I was convinced more than ever that we needed to stop this madness. I tightened my hold around Brandon as if this was going to be the last time I would get to feel him this way. The way I hugged Brandon now wasn’t very fatherly, what with the way our legs were tangled, and our crotches were glued. Our bodies moved on instinct, craving to be as close to the other as possible. “We can’t keep doing this, son,” I started saying, taking a deep breath. “First Josh found out about us, now the owner of the gym and his son? Not to mention all the men who saw us fuck in the locker room. One of them is bound to expose us sooner or later.” Brandon leaned back and cupped my face, looking me straight in the eye, his gaze so serious I felt chills. It was impossible to look away from his beautiful face. “How can I make you understand I’ll never give this up?” Brandon said, his tone calm despite the fire I could see in his eyes. “I love you, Dad. I’m in love with you. No one will take you from me, not even you.” My heart skipped a beat at his words, I was speechless and powerless. Brandon pulled me in until our lips met again, I let his tongue enter my mouth willingly, his taste now a familiar comfort. Kissing Brandon wasn’t going to solve anything, but I couldn’t resist him anymore, not after he’d torn down every single one of my defenses. I moaned softly and put my arms around his shoulders, thrusting my hips against his until he hit the wall behind him. Who was I kidding, my son was irresistible, especially when he was this romantic. The door opened beside us, making me jump out of Brandon’s hold. He was quick to pull me back in though, his arms wrapping around my waist as though he could not tolerate one second of being apart from me. He was insane for not caring about us looking like a couple in public, going as far as making sure we looked like one when he knew someone was going to see us. Ryan walked out of the office and as expected, his eyes immediately zeroed in on us in our compromising position. I tried to extricate myself from my son’s hold, going as far as standing next to him as his arm would not let my waist go. “Oh, you’re still here,” Ryan sounded relieved as he stepped closer, causing Brandon to tighten his possessive grip around me. “Are you alright?” I asked the young trainer. Ryan looked defeated, which made me wonder what his father had told him in there. “I’m fine,” he replied, though his sullen face betrayed him. Brandon seemed to soften at that, his shoulders relaxing. He let me go and stepped towards Ryan, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I know the feeling, man,” Brandon said. “How could you possibly know what I’m feeling? I don’t even know what I’m feeling,” Ryan retorted as he threw his hands in the air. He looked positively torn. “You want to fuck your Daddy but you think you can’t have him,” Brandon said with a shrug. “What? No—” “Come one, you can’t fool us,” Brandon cut him off, taking my hand and pulling me close to put his arm around my shoulders. “I recognize that look, I’ve been in your shoes.” “I…I don’t know,” Ryan said, looking down at his shoes. “You’re in a safe space with us, we’re the last people on the planet who will judge you. Trust me, the moment you embrace the nasty thoughts you’re having right now about your Dad, that’s you will feel free.” Ryan looked up at us then, wide-eyed and scared. For all the bravado Brandon showed until now, he might be onto something. Ryan might harness incestuous thoughts about his father now, the same way Brandon was, and that was because of us. “Fuck,” Ryan muttered, covering his mouth as his legs started wobbling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” “It’s alright, son,” I said, putting my hand on Ryan’s other shoulder to steady him. I understood this was quite an earth-shattering revelation to go through. It made me wonder how Brandon went through such a journey that led him to wanting his father sexually. I would have to ask him about that later in detail. Now, we needed to help this young Latin man process these feelings we’d awoken in him. “There’s no shame in what you’re feeling,” I told him with a soft voice, hoping to comfort him. “That’s easy to say for you,” Ryan said as he pushed our hands away. “You’re both on the same page, that’s fucking great for you, but my Dad is never going to feel the same way about me!” “Don’t worry, we’ll help you two find each other,” Brandon told him, smirking like a villain straight out of a movie. I was floored by his bold statement. No straight man could ever fuck another man, let alone his son. Brandon was lucky I was bisexual and had had my fair share of sexual encounters in men in the past. He was lucky he’d gotten me hooked on his body, on the roleplay between father and son before I knew it was him. Brandon had gone off the deep end if he thought he could just turn any man into an incestuous fucker. He sounded so confident though. An outrageous thought crossed my mind just then. Had it been all luck on his part that he’d managed to get me where I am now, wrapped around his finger? Could Brandon have orchestrated everything from the beginning to get me? No. No way. I refused to believe my son was so cunning he’d manipulated me into sleeping with him, into falling in love with him. The thought both scared and impressed me. If Brandon truly was capable of such deception and manipulation, then he was an exceptional mastermind. “You’re crazy…How do you even plan on doing that?” Ryan asked tentatively, hope seeping through his voice. “Trust me, I know how,” Brandon assured him, glancing at me with a grin. What he said next made the idea I just had of him as a mastermind sink in. “After all, I got my Dad, didn’t I?”

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?”

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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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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.