In a wild afternoon that seems almost too crazy to be real, Colin has sex with his father. Not only is it Colin’s first time with a man, it’s his first time having sex ever. His dad took his virginity. More than that, his dad opened his eyes to all of the incredible pleasures that he can pursue.
The only problem? Since that wild day, Colin’s dad is barely speaking to him. He knows his dad enjoyed it and he’s obviously having trouble reconciling what they’ve done, but Colin can’t understand why his dad doesn’t want to use his butt again. As days pass, Colin gets more and more desperate. He’s willing to do anything to get his dad to throw morals away.
Finally, he hatches the ultimate crazy idea, an idea that could get him kicked out of the house. But Colin will do anything — even if it means being the bratty son manipulating his father into sex.
Becoming My Dad’s Slut Son is a 11,500-word story and picks up from the events of My Son’s First Time.
My dick was already soft as the door slammed shut. I lay there with my pants off still, wondering what to do.
I had more calculus homework, enough to last all evening. I went to my desk, still with no pants on. Opening my math book, I couldn’t focus. I tugged on my limp dick instead, thinking about what I’d done with my dad and how badly I wanted to get that back.
The next thing I knew, I was clicking at my computer instead. I had a search window open and was typing in “dad son fucking”. The images that came up got me hard. I ended up on blogs and blog feeds. Some even had stories on them.
My dick was fully stiff now. I was jerking it, as I scrolled through images, read some of the stories. Shit, these stories were explicit. Sons begged their dads to get fucked. In one picture, a boy who looked a lot like me was on his knees, and a burly man who was bulkier than dad was behind him, his cock angled toward the boy’s hole. The boy was spreading his cheeks wide and looking back over his shoulder.
“Is this what you want, Daddy?” the caption read.
“Oh yeah, son. You make your Daddy so stiff.”
“Use my hole for that stiff Daddy dick.”
“You’ll make me shoot out all my cum if I do.”
“Dump your cum all inside me. Use me, Daddy.”
Fuck, that got me so hard, reading it, looking at the pictures, scrolling through more. I kept jerking, and pleasure built up in my balls. I read more stories, link-hopping from blog to blog, turned on even more each time I read how each son had no problem telling his dad he wanted to get his boy hole used, how the dad told him how much he wanted to use him.
Fuck, why couldn’t Dad do that to me? Why did I have to be so quiet and awkward around him? Why couldn’t I be like those sons who were begging as they spread their holes, raised their legs, sat their plump butt on their dad’s stiff prick?
That tingling in my balls was building, as I kept on clicking on those images, reading more stories, kept wishing it was me in those positions. Instead of my hand, it was my dad’s hand on my cock. I was begging him to make me cum, and he told me I was a good boy, like the dads in the images I was clicking through.
Holy shit, my cock exploded so fast with pleasure. It made my eyes water.
It all happened to fast I didn’t have time to think about the mess. My load shot in thick white streams up, all over my keyboard, shot after shot. One hit the monitor, dripping down the image of two thick, meaty boy buns. My heart hammered, as I shot and shot. Holy fuck, my computer would be ruined after this, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to shoot all this juice out, keep thinking of my dad’s hand on my cock instead.
What a fucking mess. My balls were empty, sticky white stuff oozing down on my knuckles now, pleasure gone. Damn, I wished Dad would come in right now and find me.