Thank Grindr

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So glad you kept writing this story. I have always loved it and now it's even better!

[Bockito]

Here's chapter 9, hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it ! Josh finally gets everything he wished for!

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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.

[Bockito]

A new chapter is here! Hope you enjoy it, I want to read your thoughts!

I also attached a pdf of the entire story, completely revised from the beginning, I changed some things. For old and new readers, I recommend reading from the beginning from the pdf. 

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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.

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Great and hot story

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Fuck, this story is still one of my favorites, and it only gets better with each new chapter!

[Bockito]

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.

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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?” 

[Bockito]

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Edited February 9 by Bockito

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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.