Category: Master Dominic

My Little Bro’s Butt

Bradley and his little brother, Tyler, have always been close. They took baths together as little boys, and they now take showers together as young men. Bradley always washes Tyler from behind. It’s a secret routine of theirs, and despite being grown up, they’ve never stopped.

With Covid lockdown in full swing, Bradley and Tyler are left alone in the house while their dad is stuck out of town. Routine is the only thing that helps them get through.

But something has changed. For Bradley, Tyler’s little butt completely captivates him and he starts to think of more than just washing it. For Tyler, there’s a longing for his big bro’s hands to do more than just massage him with soap. Bradley and Tyler are getting dangerously close, and routine is getting them through lockdown, but what if it might just forever break the sacred bond they have as brothers?

Will Bradley tame his urges, or will he follow the natural trail of his desires for his little bro’s butt?

My Little Bro's Butt is a 15,000-word short story.

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Excerpt

I soap up and start jerking, but there’s just nothing there. I keep thinking of how wrong it feels to shower alone, when really what I want is big bro’s hands on me.

I start to soap up my shoulders instead. That’s when I notice the shower door is open.

I startle, and in the instant I try to turn and see, I feel big bro’s hands gripping both my shoulders.

It’s not his usual grip. This grip is hard and almost hurts.

His body is pressed against mine. I feel his giant erection jutting up against my butt.

There are no words. I surrender in that grip, willing to do whatever big bro wants.

He seizes the soap from my hands, then I feel his hands slicking up his erection, and my ass. He pulls me back, away from the shower spray. I don’t resist.

With one hand, he pushes my butt up a little. I feel that deep pressure of his dick against my hole. He eases up with the hand against me, letting my hips fall with gravity…down on that slick big bro dick I’ve wanted all day.

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My Bratty Nephew: 4-Pack Bundle

Bruce isn’t pleased to have his bratty nephew, Cody, come and live with him for a year, but he’ll put up with the annoying twink as a favor for his sister. She’s hoping that a year of hard work and no partying will help Cody straighten up and fly right.

But the discomfort and awkwardness ratchets up when Cody starts making passes at Bruce…and Bruce is giving it his all to resist Cody’s efforts. If only they weren’t uncle and nephew, then maybe Bruce would give in.

A man can only hold out for so long, though, and when Bruce’s sexual urges become impossible to resist, he gives in to this taboo desire, taking him down a forbidden path that he can never return from.

My Bratty Nephew: 4-Pack Bundle is a 40,000-word collection of four previously-published uncle/nephew erotica short stories.

Included in this bundle are:
- Pounding My Nephew’s Butt
- Locking My Bratty Nephew in Chastity
- Fisting My Bratty Nephew
- Loving My Bratty Nephew

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Excerpt

I slowly woke up and felt utterly content and completely at peace. My nose was buried in Cody’s hair, his smooth naked back was pressed against my hairy naked front, and my cock was still buried in his ass. We’d fallen asleep post-fucking last night before I could pull out to clean up and, well, things just stayed where they were.

And now with it being morning, I had a major hard-on. I ran my hand down Cody’s shoulder and upper arm and kissed the back of his neck.

“Mmm…” he moaned, then quarter-rolled back to glance at me over his shoulder. “Good morning, Uncle Bruce.”

I still couldn’t believe my luck. I had reluctantly taken Sarah’s son in—my nephew—to hopefully help him sort out his life and get started out as an adult. It had been rough at first with him being a little dickwad that moped all day and jerked all night.

But then there was that fateful day where boundaries had been crossed. I fucked my nephew. I fucked him hard. And he wanted more.

Since then, we’d fucked and sucked over and over again in all sorts of places—at home, at work, outside, in my truck—and, if anything, that fire of lust never burned out. Instead, it had only grown and something I could only describe as love had started to infuse it all.

Even when he was being a brat, I loved him and desired him.

“Good morning, boy,” I murmured back to him. I kissed his neck again and then nibbled at his earlobe, making him gasp.

He reached back between us and wrapped his dainty fingers around the girthy base of my cock, as if confirming what he felt in his ass. He brought that hand back to his mouth and spit in it, then used that spit to slick up what he could reach of my dick.

“You sure you want it?” I asked him. The part of be buried inside of him wasn’t lubed at all. “It’ll be a bit dry.”

“Just go slow,” he said, voice full of lust, “and add spit now and then.”

I nudged an arm underneath him and draped the other arm overtop him, hugging my much smaller nephew against my broad, muscular frame. From there, we worked as one, the way that only two lovers who share a soul can do. We slowly eased my cock deeper into his ass, and whenever I withdrew it, I slathered more spit on the shaft, then shoved back inside to slowly lube up his chute.

“Uncle Bruce…” Cody moaned. I loved the way he said my name when he was getting it good.

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The Sick Love of Brotherly Lookalikes

Two sick-minded guys meet online and fall in love. It's the kinky, dirty stuff that keeps their lust-fuelled relationship going, especially the fact that they look so alike that they could be brothers, easing them into some pseudo-incest role-play.

Until now, they've always been apart, but today's the day they meet in person for the first time. Will that same lust-fuelled love still be there? Will they slip as easily into their taboo kinks in person as they do online?

They rent a hotel room and give in to all their dirtiest fantasies. It clicks. Everything clicks. It's even hotter in person than it is online. So much so that they consider a fast-forward move to make things permanent. After all, their in-person incestuous role-play and brotherly bond create a whole new kind of instalove...

Naked bodies included.

The Sick Love of Brotherly Lookalikes is a 10,000-word short story.

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Excerpt

Derek formed a slight frown but gave me a tender kiss on the lips. “Many times my words don’t show how I really feel. And look at us now. We finally met, and we’re clearly in love with each other. Don’t you see, Kiefer? I still love you like I did back then. I never stopped loving you. If anything, I love you even more now.”

I sniffled and wiped my tears. Then, I nodded and returned his tender kiss. “I love you even more too, Derek.” This romance, as beautiful and heavenly it was, made me horny for him, my concerns melting away for the moment. “I want to make love with you.”

That put a stronger smile on his face. His smiles never failed to lift my heart. Everything about him filled me with wonder, as if I was being entranced by a mysterious charm that he didn’t always realize he had. “Then, let’s make love.”

We started getting undressed, and when we were naked, we studied each other’s bodies. He had a furry body unlike my smoother one. With his build, he could probably be considered an otter, and a sexy one at that. His hard dick was six inches in length like mine.

Despite being hard myself, I tried not to let my low self-esteem get to me because of my body being thicker than his and out of shape. I knew he loved me for me. I knew it because he’d fallen for me even before he’d seen what I looked like, because our connection was strong enough to form this special bond we had. Ironically, I was shallow when it came to looks, even though personality meant a lot to me.

Derek smiled at me again. Then, he turned around to climb on the king-size bed to my right, giving me a peek of his hot ass with furry cheeks, just like I’d seen in the few photos he’d sent me. He lay on his back and stroked his dick with his right hand, his eyes locking with mine to confirm how comfortable he already was with me.

I followed and stopped at the edge of the bed to shift my gaze to his beautiful body, his beautiful dick, and back to his beautiful face. I gasped lightly but with so much emotion because of the fact that this was really happening. We hadn’t just met in person; we were on the verge of making love.

Derek gave me a gentle shush while still gazing into my eyes. “It’s okay, Kiefer. Calm down. You have me now. I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

I nodded and tried hard to contain my overemotional state. I finally got on the bed and lay beside him to his left side, stroking my dick with my left hand.

Derek smiled again and reached for my lips for a deep kiss. He slid his tongue inside to find mine, and we made out again.

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Dad Son Incest Mega-Bundle Volume 2: 8 Taboo Stories and 2 Taboo Novels of Dads Doing Their Sons

Sons idolize their dads, they love these men with all their hearts. But some sons want more—some sons want to have sex with their father, to take the very seed that created them. In this mega-bundle of 8 previously-published short stories and 2 previously-published novels full of gay dad son incest action, you’ll get all your taboo desires met.

From discreet one-time encounters to full-on family fun, this collection has it all.

Included in this taboo collection are the following short stories:
– My Son’s First Time
– Becoming My Dad’s Slut Son
– Seduced By My Slut Best Friend And His Dad
– Giving Daddy My Boy Butt
– My Son’s Horny Halloween
– Seducing My Dad While Staying Safe
– A Straight Voyeur Brother’s COVID Incest Story
– When I Caught My Brothers Having Sex

As well as the following novels:
– Becoming The Young Boy Again
– Taking My Son’s Butt Cherry

This 175,000-word mega-bundle will keep you up late into the night, reading with only one hand.

Publisher Note:
The short stories were previously published individually as well as in the following collections: “Colin & Rick: A Dad/Son Gay Incest 4-Pack Bundle” and “Dad Son COVID Sex: A Gay Incest 4-Pack Bundle”.

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Loving My Bratty Nephew (My Bratty Nephew #4)

For weeks now, Bruce and his nephew Cody have had an ongoing taboo sexual relationship.

It started as just some hot sexual release, but over the weeks it’s evolved into something more. Cody is no longer just Bruce’s nephew and no longer just his sex buddy—he’s now…his lover. His feelings are complicated and the situation is messy, but he knows for certain that he can’t live without Cody at his side and in his bed.

Just when things are starting to settle into a norm and Bruce is feeling peace with this taboo situation, Cody’s mom—Bruce’s sister—wants to visit for the weekend to check up on her son. It’ll be a weekend of keeping distance, of pretending nothing is going on, because one wrong move—one uttered word of their forbidden secret—and Cody will be torn from him forever.

This is the make or break weekend—he’ll have Cody forever, or he’ll never see him again.

Loving My Bratty Nephew is an 11,000-word short story.

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Excerpt

I slowly woke up and felt utterly content and completely at peace. My nose was buried in Cody’s hair, his smooth naked back was pressed against my hairy naked front, and my cock was still buried in his ass. We’d fallen asleep post-fucking last night before I could pull out to clean up and, well, things just stayed where they were.

And now with it being morning, I had a major hard-on. I ran my hand down Cody’s shoulder and upper arm and kissed the back of his neck.

“Mmm…” he moaned, then quarter-rolled back to glance at me over his shoulder. “Good morning, Uncle Bruce.”

I still couldn’t believe my luck. I had reluctantly taken Sarah’s son in—my nephew—to hopefully help him sort out his life and get started out as an adult. It had been rough at first with him being a little dickwad that moped all day and jerked all night.

But then there was that fateful day where boundaries had been crossed. I fucked my nephew. I fucked him hard. And he wanted more.

Since then, we’d fucked and sucked over and over again in all sorts of places—at home, at work, outside, in my truck—and, if anything, that fire of lust never burned out. Instead, it had only grown and something I could only describe as love had started to infuse it all.

Even when he was being a brat, I loved him and desired him.

“Good morning, boy,” I murmured back to him. I kissed his neck again and then nibbled at his earlobe, making him gasp.

He reached back between us and wrapped his dainty fingers around the girthy base of my cock, as if confirming what he felt in his ass. He brought that hand back to his mouth and spit in it, then used that spit to slick up what he could reach of my dick.

“You sure you want it?” I asked him. The part of be buried inside of him wasn’t lubed at all. “It’ll be a bit dry.”

“Just go slow,” he said, voice full of lust, “and add spit now and then.”

I nudged an arm underneath him and draped the other arm overtop him, hugging my much smaller nephew against my broad, muscular frame. From there, we worked as one, the way that only two lovers who share a soul can do. We slowly eased my cock deeper into his ass, and whenever I withdrew it, I slathered more spit on the shaft, then shoved back inside to slowly lube up his chute.

“Uncle Bruce…” Cody moaned. I loved the way he said my name when he was getting it good.

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To comply with Amazon’s strict “no incest” rule, a non-incest version is available on Amazon. The only difference is that instead of Bruce and Cody being uncle and nephew, Cody is instead Bruce’s best friend’s son. (Amazon won’t let me put “Master Dominic” as the author name, hence both a title and author name change.)

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Dad Son COVID Sex: A Gay Incest 4-Pack Bundle

On Halloween night, Rich has a taboo encounter with his son, Ronald, taking it upon himself to teach him how men have sex. It was meant to be a one-time-only indiscretion.

But then the COVID lockdown hits and father and son are spending more and more time together, and those forbidden passions keep coming back, to the point where they are impossible to resist.

Worse still, Rich’s other sons are coming home, having lost their jobs during the pandemic and in need of their father’s love. Each brother in turn discovers the secret between Rich and Ronald, and each son wants in on the action.

Dad Son Holiday Sex collects all four parts of the forbidden lusts between Rich, Ronald, Steven, and Brad.

This 4-pack includes all four Dad Son Holiday Sex stories:
– My Son’s Horny Halloween
– Seducing My Dad While Staying Safe
– A Straight Voyeur Brother’s COVID Incest Story
– When I Caught My Brothers Having Sex

Join in as this family learns what it means to come together.

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Excerpt

“Who says they’d find out? We’d keep this secret. I promise.”

Secret. Fuck, those filthy thoughts are stirring in my head, all the things I want to do with him once I get his clothes off…as I realize soon I’ll be naked with him. For once in my life, I don’t know what the right decision is.

“We should go to my bed then,” I tell him. “If we’re going to…bond in this special new way, it should be where our best bonding time has happened.”

“I always feel safe with you in that bed,” Ronald says. “Plus, it’s a king, so we can sprawl out more.” He has that devilish grin on his face, as he scoots to the edge of the bed and gets to his feet. “Should we strip here?”

“I suppose.”

He undoes another button on his white shirt, but stops there. He’s blushing. “This feels weird.”

“We don’t have to do anything,” I tell him. “I’m just following along to help you.”

“I don’t mean that. I mean…I’ve imagined this, sometimes. It feels weird that it’s actually happening.”

“That’s why you have to get experience, son,” I tell him. “You have to learn what sort of things stay in your mind, so you can jerk off to them, and what things are worth making real.” The image of his mouth, open around my cock, flashes into my mind, teasing me with what I know can’t be real, even if we both get our cocks out.

“I think I want this to be real.”

“Just take your pants off then, and it will be real. You have nothing to be afraid of with me. Let’s not make a big deal of this, and you’ll see this is just a father teaching his son in a very sensitive area, in a special way that works just for us.”

He shifts his weight to one heel, swaying his hips, undoing the final buttons of his shirt. Easing away the sleeves, he peels the shirt back, but keeps his horns on. The ceiling light shines on his smooth body, hairless but for a thin patch of fine black along his abs. It’s nothing new, what I’m seeing, as he undoes the button on his denim pants, unzips the fly and slips everything down, his dick as erect as mine, sticking out straight.

His pubes are curly bush, thin like the hair along his abs, but his thighs are as smooth as his arms. His balls are thick and globular. Once his pants and boxers are on the ground and he steps out of them, he takes those balls in one hand, and wraps his other around the base of his shaft.

“There, we’re doing it,” he says, tugging at his foreskin. The words are more for himself than for me.

“Not yet,” I say. I strip just as quickly, to keep up my end of the deal. I leave my black T-shirt on. Something about that helps me feel the restraint I know I need, reminds me not to cross the line from demonstration to self-pleasure.

My dick is still hard. It sticks up, rather than out like his. I’m immediately aware of how much bigger mine is than his, with them side by side and erect like this.

I wrap a hand around my dick, once I’ve stepped out of my jeans and boxers. “Now we’re doing it.”

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When I Caught My Brothers Having Sex

Brad, the oldest of three brothers, has a kinky secret: he likes to whip it out and stroke it in public places. The risk of getting caught is what gets him off. It’s also the reason he moved out when he turned twenty.

When the chaos of the COVID pandemic forces Brad to move back home, his exhibitionist tendencies soon drive him crazy. He can’t go out in public, and he doesn’t dare get caught by his dad or brothers. He’s only getting hornier and hornier…

Until he discovers his brothers in bed together, using each other to fulfill carnal lusts. Shocked, and partly turned on, Brad is determined to use his brothers’ secret against them, yet he’s also certain there’s something else he’s missing—a bigger secret lurking in the family home.

A secret that just might make his seem vanilla in comparison…

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Excerpt

“Steven’s come back to stay here,” Dad told me on the phone. “Broke up with Liz. You know, that girl he moved in with.”

Guilt flashes through me every time Dad’s mentions Steve and Liz. Just before he moved out with her, in my last months living at home, Steve was rather public about his regular romps. It must have been his age—at the time he had just turned eighteen. All those teenage hormones, it seemed he couldn’t bust a nut enough times. One day, I counted eight times they were at it, each time in a different room. Talk about a honeymoon phase. Could you blame me for spying on them more than once?

Maybe not. But you probably could blame me for what I soon started thinking. I was getting bored of my usual circuit, bookstore jerking, secret bus escapades, park walking paths. Here was something new, and a new rush went through me.

The first time, I hid behind a big lampshade. They were in the spare room. They came in, hand-in-hand, so horny. They could have seen me, if they looked my way; they could have seen me, but they didn’t.

Liz got in doggy position, and my brother positioned himself behind her. They didn’t even bother to put pants back on after their previous romp in the master bathroom. They probably couldn’t see anything except their own genitals, so horny and full of lust as they were. They definitely didn’t see the pervert brother, jerking off behind them.

I snuck up, all the way until I was standing behind Steve. Of the three boys, his butt is by far the hairiest, tough and muscular. Even at eighteen he already had a manly look to him. Liz, on the other hand, though they’re the same age, looks youthful.

There was a certain novelty to the image. Horned up, stalking in the shadows, jerking my cock as my brother humped his hairy ass up against this girl’s sopping pussy, I felt like I’d stumbled on a pervert older uncle and his niece, playing their dirty little game.

Imagining it like that turned me on in a new, exotic way. It was a different kind of fear of being caught, how violated they would feel, my own brother, ten years older, caught with his niece. I imagine that…my own brother catching me, but then would he really tell our dad, risk that then I’d give his secret away? The blackmail, the chains we held over each other, the power I’d have over him to tell them they had to fuck for me, fuck in dangerous ways where they might get caught—or else!—oh yeah, something about that fantasy made it all the hotter as I jerked myself behind him in secret.

I came before he did. I aimed my shots so they went just to the right of Steve’s ass, so close they could have hit him, if I got it wrong by a sliver…so close he could have caught me, if he felt my load splatter hot on that hairy butt. That load sprayed out and the whole time he kept pounding at his girlfriend’s pussy, moaning ostentatiously now to tell the world that he was about to have yet another of the best orgasms ever. As he moaned and slammed in, pumping out his cum, my cum dripped down the bedsheets, oozed down in a stream toward the spare room’s hardwood floor.

By the time his pumping ended, all his load out and his cock still buried in his girlfriend, I was off back to my room, realizing my addiction had just levelled up.

And that was just one time. How many times did I spy on them? How many other games, just like that, could I recall right now, where I was a split second from being caught, those final months before I just couldn’t take it anymore?

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A Straight Voyeur Brother’s COVID Incest Story

When COVID-19 lockup started, Steven thought he had everything he needed to get through: an eight-inch endowment and a girlfriend who wanted it three times a day, who was even willing to let him give it to her in the butt.

But isolation soon strained their relationship and, after a big fight, Steven finds himself back at his family home, a sizable mansion where his younger brother Ronald still lives with his father, Rich.

With nowhere to stick his eight inches, Steven goes about the drudgery of work Zoom meetings from his old bedroom. Adjoining his brother’s room by a shared closet, he’s all too aware of Ronald’s nighttime lustful escapades. He can’t help but spy, so driven by his pent-up lusts, and that’s when…he sees his father buried deep in his brother’s butt.

Steven can’t help but watch them. He’s not gay, but he’s certain if he just watches, keeps his distance, he’ll find the right compromise. He can’t help being turned on by seeing his dad’s secret outlet, realizing how much he misses doing the same to his now ex-girlfriend.

That’s all this is, he tells himself.

Yet he’s unable to escape the fact that there’s far more lurking beneath the surface of his new obsession than he wants to admit…

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On the night I came back, Dad even set up my old bedroom. It had become a spare room, adjoined to Ronald’s by a shared closet. Dad fished out all my old bedding, cleared the window-side desk so I’d have a nice place for my Zoom work meetings, and even made a plate of peanut butter cookies, my favorite.

With Christmas coming, that first night sleeping in the bed reminded me of how I’d only partly grown up, how the last year and a half with Liz had been months of my life in limbo. Really, I’d never left home, and with COVID-19 raging in the world, this was the right place to be trapped indefinitely.

That first night, I also could tell Ronald was growing up too. He still didn’t have a girlfriend, but he certainly started to jerk off a lot. I know that rhythmic breathing all too well. Quite a contrast to the quiet I was used to hearing through our shared closet door. Little Ron has become shameless, groaning a bit like a porn star.

I couldn’t help the erection that soon sprung up in my gitch. All that groaning from my little brother makes me think of how I’d groan, when Liz would plant her butt before me, on hands and knees, when I’d push my meat inside her butthole.

Dammit, Ron, I think as I slide my hand down to grip my meat. He’s even moaning a bit like Liz would, when I’d get my dick all the way deep inside her guts. Holy shit, I really do need to bust this nut. I’m not used to more than a day holding it in.

Keep moaning, you little slut, I think as I hear my brother’s quick breathing, his little girlie moans, imagining it’s Liz. I’ve got my cock wrapped in my full grip, pulling up and down the rock-hard meat. My length swells to its full eight inches, thrusting free of the underwear band. It won’t take long for me to spray my load. Thanks, little bro, I think, as Ron keeps making all the sounds I need, helps me clear these lusts out of my mind.

“Can we do it doggy now?” Ron asks.

My breath catches inside, halting my charge to orgasm.

There’s a deep voice, very quiet, but I can’t help hear it. The sound of movement. Am I imagining this?

I rise from the bed, cock still in hand. What is Ron up to? Is he watching porn?

Whatever my little brother is doing, I’m helplessly curious. I need to bust this nut.

I’m just being a proud older brother, I tell myself, as I creep toward the closet. I’m the one, after all, who taught Ron about jerking off. Is there anything wrong with wanting to see the results of my mentoring?

The closet door in my room is partway open. I don’t dare slide it the rest of the way, don’t dare let my brother know I’m perving on his pleasure. I squeeze through, shifting between hanging sweaters.

There are slats on the doors. I press my face forward, against the slats that lead to Ron’s room. My hand’s still on my erection, massaging up and down.

Ron’s room is dark. The only light comes from the hall, through his door, which is only open a crack. I can see forms on the bed, defined mostly by shadows.

There’s a second person here. Ron isn’t just watching porn.

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Fisting My Bratty Nephew (My Bratty Nephew #3)

Bruce’s slutty nephew, Cody, is still insatiably horny.

Not that Bruce is really complaining. While it eats up his time to be pounding his nephew every chance they get, it’s time well spent as it’s bringing him closer and closer to his nephew. Sometimes, though, he worries if it’s bringing him too close, and that this ongoing sexual relationship might evolve into something more.

But Bruce doesn’t have time to worry about those things right now because he needs to satisfy Cody’s sexual urges. And with having locked Cody up in chastity a while back, Cody needs Bruce’s help to get off.

Relentless pounding doesn’t seem to ever satisfy the young man, so Bruce pulls his nephew into a new sexual adventure…

Fisting.

Maybe this will finally satisfy Bruce’s bratty, slutty, perpetually-horny nephew.

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Excerpt

“Stop humping me,” I growled.

Cody—my bratty and insatiably horny nephew—was standing far too close to me at the sales desk at my auto junkyard. He was pretending to be casual, but he kept brushing his caged dick against the side of my leg, and if he got a particularly good rub, he would let out a soft groan.

Locking him in chastity had been something I’d done out of frustration a couple weeks ago. I’d discovered that he was far hornier than I had ever thought possible; our regular and frequent fuckings where I would pound his tight little boy-hole were nowhere near enough to satiate his libido. To counter that, I had locked his dick in chastity. I knew there was a real solid risk of him becoming even hornier by being denied orgasm, and of fucking course that was the case.

And so right now, at work, he was humping my leg like a dog in heat.

“Uncle Bruce…” Cody moaned.

I rolled my eyes and then turned to look at him. He looked pitiful, like a junkie in need of a fix. And that fix was my cock.

But as much as he looked like a slut in desperate need of a good dicking, I also saw my nephew, the young man I had so totally and completely fallen head over heels for. We were fucking constantly, at least four times a day, but my feelings for this boy were moving beyond just lust and I didn’t know what to do with that. It’s not like we could ever be together in that way.

He pouted, pushing out that sultry lower lip, the one that looked so good when it was wrapped around my fat cock. Fuck, I was getting hard. Cody obviously knew because he leaned forward with his pelvis and rubbed his caged nubbin against my rock hard erection.

“I need your big dick,” he moaned.

“Not now,” I scolded him. About ten minutes ago, some guy I didn’t recognize had wandered past this little office building and into the junkyard. “There’s a customer on premises. He could walk in at any moment.”

“Or he could be another twenty minutes,” Cody said. He reached for my crotch and grabbed my shaft through the layers of clothing.

Before I could protest further, Cody sunk to his knees in front of me and started undoing my fly. I should have told him no, but he knew as well as I did that I lost all sense of control when my lust took over. And he knew how to kick-start my lust in seconds.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I rolled my eyes toward the windows set in the wall opposite us. There was no sign of the customer in the yard, or any other customers for that matter. Maybe we could have a few minutes of fun…after all, it would help him last until after we closed up and headed home.

When I looked back down in front of me, I saw that Cody already had my hard dick out and he was stroking it. He looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes, and then he wrapped those gorgeous lips around my shaft and eagerly started sucking me.

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To comply with Amazon’s strict “no incest” rule, a non-incest version is available on Amazon. The only difference is that instead of Bruce and Cody being uncle and nephew, Cody is instead Bruce’s best friend’s son. (Amazon won’t let me put “Master Dominic” as the author name, hence both a title and author name change.)

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Seducing My Dad While Staying Safe

Last Halloween, Ronald had an unexpected sexual bonding experience with his dad, Rich. Though it was framed as one-time hands-on lesson, in the months that have followed, Ronald hasn’t been able to banish the many fantasies that abound when he takes himself in hand.

Now, with quarantined summer approaching and his mother unable to travel home, the months of social isolation are starting to take their toll. Rich has sunk into an intense daily routine of weight lifting and long sessions at the piano, and Ronald, with nowhere to go, can’t stop thinking about better ways he might help his father vent his frustrations.

Cooped up together in their house while they stay safe, Ronald doesn’t know how much longer he can ignore the elephant in the room, that secret one-time encounter his father will never talk about. If only he can convince his dad to use his son’s butt, that his tight insides are just as good as his mom’s.

If only he can give his father all the filthy things he dreams of giving him…

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Excerpt

It’s Tuesday now. Dad is finishing his workout in the basement. I can hear the weights dropping to the ground as he does his dead lifts. He always comes to his bedroom to shower and change out of his workout clothes, before he plays the piano. I’m waiting for him here.

I’m wearing Mom’s panties. Slipping them on for the first time, after all those times jerking off, thinking of it, my dick is instantly erect. They’re tight on me. Dad’s room has a long closet mirror, letting me see how fully my butt cheeks bulge out, the pink fabric triangle narrowing as it plunges into my butt crack, wedging in tight against my hole at the bottom.

I get up on the bed, examining my butt more in the mirror. I squat up with hands on knees, butt raised slightly, so that my cheeks spread wider, bulging rounder from each side of the panties. Up and down I rock my hips, seeing how the narrower band of fabric rides my crack, feeling how it pushes against my hole. I think of Dad’s large, hairy hand pulling that fabric down slowly, revealing my butt cheeks.

Seven loud bangs announce another set. Dad will be finished soon.

I slide forward, laying face down on the bed, but turn my head to face the mirror. I hump the bed a little, watching how my bubble butt flexes together each time I drive into the mattress. This is exactly how I want Dad to find me. I hump some more, enjoying the sensation in my erection, but it’s the sight of my squeezing buns that I focus on, the anticipation of what Dad will think when he sees it.

There are no more sounds from below. I wait, my heart racing. Any minute now, he will find me.

I see the door swing open in the mirror. Dad is standing there, his forehead beading sweat. He’s already taken his shirt off. His black, curly chest hair is also wet and glistening in the sunlit hall.

I watch his eyes, through the mirror, not moving at all. He’s staring toward me, staring in one place.

Tentatively, I hump the bed, squeezing my butt tight, never looking away from that intense gaze of his. His mouth opens slightly, a war on his face. His eyes widen a little, but they stare in the same place.

I hump again, squeeze long and hard, keeping my boy buns tight together so he can see the way the pink fabric fills my crack, the force of my muscles and just how tight they can squeeze his dick.

His mouth opens more. He’s making fists at his side. His eyes seem furious now, furious like that look he gets when he’s pounding piano chords.

Finally he comes forward. He closes the bedroom door. I follow his motion in the mirror. He stops, midway between door and bed. Slowly, he drops his shorts, but stays in his underwear. His hard-on is unmistakable, straining the gray material to its limit, pulling the underwear band away from his hips.

He comes the rest of the way, to the bed, rests his knees against the edge. His eyes, the whole time, stare at the same place. My butt.

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