Author: indieerotica

Father Me With Love (Father Me With #4)

It all started with a forbidden moment of temptation that led Evan and his dad, Adam, to test the waters. It brought Evan to desire him like never before. Then, his hunger for him intensified the more he connected with him, evolving into something deeper than he imagined possible.

Evan's mom was right about one thing when she pushed him and Adam to spend more time together as father and son. She predicted they'd grow closer than ever, and that's exactly what happened. Their hormones got the best of them, and so did Evan's heart.

Now, the big moment between father and son has finally come: Evan's promise to give Adam his virginity. Adam is more than ready, but Evan needs an extra moment to mentally prepare for his first time, especially with Adam being so big down there.

As their private bonding continues to go as far as it can go, so does Evan's love for Adam. He learns just how it feels to have his own dad right behind him, to have his back…literally. But how has Adam been feeling about everything the whole time? Sure, he's felt the same temptation, desire, and hunger that Evan has, but what about love? Or is the physical aspect of their bond the only thing that matters?

Father Me With Love is a 5,000 word short story.

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Excerpt

Dad stood there with his naked body glistening in wetness, that pink monster between his legs starting to grow. He furrowed his eyebrows. “How long have you been standing there?” But he didn’t sound bothered.

I froze and blushed. I couldn’t speak anymore because of being caught with no explanation. I did stare at him, though, mostly his hard body and harder cock.

“You wanted to join me, didn’t you?” Dad smirked.

The temptation to join him, the desire to be with him, and the hunger for him were too much. I needed this beautiful man whose deliciously-looking cock had spit me out to life. Since his name was Adam, it was fitting that a son who’d come out of him was named Evan. It was just like Eve having come out of Adam to become his wife, according to the Bible, except in our case, it had led to a hot, incestuous bond.

I slapped on a tight smile. “I guess I could use a shower myself.” I’d said it in a small voice.

Dad stepped closer and pulled me into his arms while the shower was still running. His strikingly-blue eyes bore into my equally-blue ones. “I saw you touching yourself when I opened the bathroom door, so you obviously want to play around.”

I blushed some more but didn’t look away. “You make me horny, Dad. Can’t help it.”

“Good. Join me in the shower, then.” It was a command that I’d needed to hear.

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Father Me With Hunger (Father Me With #3)

After a phone call that changed everything between father and son, Evan's parents are back together again. This puts a stop to Evan's forbidden moments with his dad, Adam, and they're left with no choice but to continue as father and son without the sexual attachments. But that's the thing. It was never just sexual on Evan's part. From temptation, to desire, to hunger, his feelings for Adam grow in ways he can't explain.

Evan's mom pushes him and Adam to spend more time together, not realizing they already did so in their own way behind closed doors. She knows they drifted apart over the years, and she wants them to be close again. Little does she what she's asking for.

As Evan and Adam grow close again, they soon realize they can't continue a normal father-and-son relationship anymore. The hunger that strikes between them is so strong that it's futile to try to end what they started. But just how far will things between them progress this time around?

Father Me With Hunger is a 5,000 word short story.

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Dad breathed in and out and forced a tight expression on his lips, breaking the gaze but still returning to my eyes every so often. “So, Evan, what do you want to do tonight?”

I shrugged. “Anything you want to do. I’ll let you decide.”

After a little pause, he looked back at me. “How about we go for a drive and talk?”

My cock rose at what weren’t even sexual words. Dad’s deep voice, his proximity to me, and the fact that we were alone together had that kind of combined power. God, I was hungry for him. First, I’d fallen into temptation and had gone as far as to be naked with him. Then, the desire for him had taken over and led me to be naked with him again. But we still hadn’t done much: no kissing, no sucking, definitely no fucking, and barely any touching.

I needed more.

“Maybe go to the beach and walk along the shore,” he added. “What do you think?”

Knuttburst Beach was gorgeous with white sand that was soft to the touch and the beautifully-blue ocean that was clear enough to see through it. It was especially calming at night with lampposts to light the way for a nice walk. Since Cestin Island had scorching summers, what with it being off the Atlantic coast of Florida, a trip to the beach was always perfect. I just didn’t go there a lot because I often didn’t have anyone to go with, not even Steve.

I attempted a smile. “Okay.”

“You need to shower first?”

“I don’t think so, you?”

“You sure?” Dad looked away for a moment and then back at me with a nervous expression. “Just…you know, in case something happens. Up to you, though.”

I got rock hard at what sounded like an implied plan, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. “I think you’re right. Better to be safe.”

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Father Me With Desire (Father Me With #2)

Evan and his dad, Adam, have had quite the father-and-son experience. From being close during Evan's childhood, to drifting apart during his teen years, to growing closer in a new and unexpected way after turning eighteen, just after his parents are separated.

But this new closeness has its challenges. No one could ever know about it, and they can't ignore the guilt and shame that come with their new bond. First, there was the temptation that brought them as close as they are now. Now, the desire lures into another private time together.

As round two of their private bonding begins, things between them continue to progress with an intense desire that's impossible to avoid. Evan is even willing to submit in a way he's never done before. But how long will this new bond last? Will Evan's parents stay separated forever?

Father Me With Desire is a 5,000 word short story.

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I dried my blondish hair to keep the waterdrops away from my face, and I headed out of the bathroom. I stopped with widened eyes and a jumpy heart at Mom and Dad’s door at the far left where the darkening hallway ended. It was cracked open like yesterday. That could only mean one thing: Dad was in there.

Naked and horny.

I knew it was best to just go back to my room and do my own thing for the rest of the day, but I wanted to get closer to Dad. I was torn now. It was still wrong, very wrong, but the desire seduced me in ways I found impossible to fight. I’d already let the temptation win me over yesterday, and the desire I felt today could easily win as well. Had I been in a monogamous relationship, it would’ve been a different story. But I was single and available.

And horny.

Defeated by the desire, I sneaked straight ahead to the end of the hallway and stopped at the crack of the door. I peeked through it and almost jumped when Dad stared right back at me as if knowing I’d show up. Yep, he was naked on the bed. This time, I stepped back and didn’t look any further. Why was I nervous after we’d jacked off together yesterday for the first time?

“It’s not gay to come in, you know,” Dad said in a soft tone, not upset at all. His deep voice made me hard and molten every time. From the sound of it, he’d been drinking again too. He and Mom were still not talking after their big fight recently, among many others, so I imagined he’d drink the drama away every chance he got. “Your mother’s still not coming home tonight. I texted her to make sure.”

After a pause, I slowly opened the door and entered, the sunlit room a little cooler with the window open and the fan on low. I stood within a respectable distance from Dad. He stroked that monster of his, making squishy sounds from the lube. My leaking boner grew hard enough to unwrap my towel by force, falling on the floor. I looked down but didn’t bother picking it up.

“You don’t need it.” Dad’s sexy voice didn’t help with taming my desire for him, and his strikingly-blue eyes, as blue as mine, continued captivating me into full submission. His scruffy, gracefully-aged face always made me swoon. “Come in and close the door. Lock it too.”

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Father Me With Temptation (Father Me With #1)

Evan hasn't been that close with his dad, Adam, since he was a kid. Somehow, they drifted apart and did their own thing. Now, Evan is eighteen, and his parents are separated, leaving him and his dad all alone in the house.

Adam leaves his bedroom door cracked open while Evan is in the shower, something he never does. When Evan gets out of the shower with just his towel on, the cracked-open door entices him, and he falls into temptation by taking a peek.

What he sees inside the room shocks him so much that his towel drops. That's when everything between father and son changes forever, and they discover a whole new way to bond.

But just how far will temptation lead them?

Father Me With Temptation is a 4,000 word short story.

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I wrapped my towel around my waist and stepped into the hallway. As I turned right and headed back to my room, I noticed Mom and Dad’s room door was cracked open at the far left where the darkening hallway ended. I could’ve sworn it’d been shut all the way. Had Dad come back from wherever he’d gone after yet another big fight with Mom? Since she was out of town staying with family, he and I were alone.

The idea that he was alone in his room was enough to make my toweled cock twitch a few times while it slowly rose to the illicit occasion. It was wrong to feel like this, but my body didn’t care about what was forbidden. It just felt, period. Besides, incest between adults was legal in this island fittingly shaped like a flaccid penis, and I was eighteen now. It was just highly frowned upon. Like I’d ever get lucky to do anything with my own father, anyway.

I decided to be bold and sneak toward the door, my heart vibrating through my chest. The closer I got, the more I trembled because of the risk. It was amazing how I didn’t know what was going on or if Dad was even in the room, but staring at that cracked-open space was powerful enough to send horny signals from naughty brain to leaking cock. I swallowed and tried my hardest to control my breathing that was too stubborn to decrease.

Just a few inches closer, and I stopped almost against the wall of the hallway’s end, peering into the crack. My eyes grew wide, and my mouth was slightly open. Dad must’ve returned while I’d been in the shower because he was right in there, but he was also naked on the bed, his left side facing me. His mostly-smooth and muscular body with just sprinkles of brown hair was too hot not to notice, and he tanned nicely under the sun, unlike my paler skin. His fingers were wrapped around his pink cock while making the squishy sound of lube with each stroke, looking lost in his own world.

That size, though! It wasn’t a whole lot slimmer than a beer can. How long was it? Nine inches? It couldn’t be any longer than that, which was long enough. Mom could take that monster meat? Even his lightly-hairy balls were big.

And very, very suckable.

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Son Makes Three: An Intergenerational Gay Incest Story

Otto and Wolf are son and father, respectively, and they've had a romantic and sexual relationship for a long time, even considering themselves married. Incest is legal where they live, but it's still heavily frowned upon, so they have to love in their own way behind closed doors.

Otto also has a son of his own, Delfin, and his little boy is all grown up at eighteen. Unlike most teens, Delfin is different in his own way, so much so that it led his own mother to no longer want anything to do with him. That's okay, though. He has both his dad and grandpa to give him all the unconditional love he could ever be spoiled with.

While Otto and Wolf love Delfin with all their hearts, it's still not enough. Delfin feels left out whenever he sees his dad and grandpa showing the kind of affection he never gets to have. Since Otto and Wolf's strong family bond has romantic and sexual facets, Delfin wants a part of it too. Could he finally get his wish? Could Otto and Wolf possibly bring the three of them closer and happier in a new way?

Son Makes Three is a 4,900 word short story.

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Now, I realized Delfin had every right to learn about intimacy. Weird or not, I wanted to make things right by teaching him anything and everything, even if it meant letting him out into the world on his own one day, which Dad and I weren’t prepared for just yet.

Delfin moved away and pulled his T-shirt off his torso, tossing it onto the floor. Then, he pulled down his PJ bottoms and underwear and kicked them off his feet. “I’m naked…like you guys!”

Dad and I chuckled, and we gazed at my son with so much fondness. He was our pride and joy, and we were fiercely protective of him to the point of hurting anyone who’d hurt him. We caressed his naturally smooth and skinny body, mostly his chest. At eighteen, he was officially a twink, but he was also well-endowed from all the times I’d seen him. When I saw Dad rubbing Delfin’s right nipple with his thumb, I rubbed his left one. The goosebumps forming on his warm skin told me how much he wanted this. As long as he desired us like Dad and I started to, we’d make sure he felt good everywhere.

“Is this okay, baby boy?” I asked. “Can we do this to you?”

Delfin stifled a giggle and inhaled, as if trying to withstand what was probably ticklish to him. “Yeah. Feels good.”

“Yeah?” I said in a horny tone. I loved Dad with all my heart and desired him like no other man, but I’d recently started feeling a similar way for my own son. Dad seemed to have felt that way too, which made me relieved. Delfin was a man now, and given that his uncut cock was bigger than mine and Dad’s, he was definitely grown. I imagined his big balls were full of so much milk that needed to be released.

“Anytime you want to stop, you let us know, okay?” I said. God, I was so turned on by this. I wanted my own son in ways I’d never thought would happen.

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A Hero Enslaved: 4-Pack Bundle

Corey Cooper is a straight-A university student by day and a crime-fighting superhuman with control over lightning and the weather by night, but Corey Cooper is a hero with a deep, dark secret that isn’t very heroic at all.

As he struggles with villains that threaten the safety of the citizens of Selene City, the place he is sworn to protect, Corey must also contend with himself and the fantasies that are taking him down a dark path.

The hero’s willpower is not absolute. With every indulgence he finds himself mired ever deeper in his insidious craving to surrender. Unknown to him, the object of his desires is making moves in Selene City, and his unique persuasion may just make all his darkest fantasies come true.

A Hero Enslaved: The Complete Series is a 28,000-word collection of all four stories in the A Hero Enslaved series.

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The front doors of the bank burst outward in a hail of hot glass shards as Tempest delicately touched down on the street outside. It had been cool all day, especially higher up above the buildings, but the fire currently raging in the lobby of the Plutarch National on High Street was enough to raise the ambient temperature by at least a few degrees.

If not for the imminent danger, it would actually have been rather pleasant to stand out by the sidewalk in front of the bank. Even the thermo-regulated suit that Tempest wore, with its midnight blue composite fabric that clung to every chiseled plane of his young body, hadn’t quite managed to keep the chill of the night away, especially as he had been flying at regulation altitude above the city for the last two hours.

Tempest surveyed the situation as he waited for further information from headquarters. Police and emergency respondents had already arrived, but they were keeping their distance because no one knew for sure if there was still an active super threat inside the building.

For the time being, the first-responders were more concerned with maintaining a safe perimeter around the building and taking care of any civilians who were managing to make it out of the structure.

The communicator on Tempest’s wrist beeped once. “SIBYL, what do you have for me?” he said. If he was being honest, the situation looked pretty dire. He could only hope that there was no one left inside the building. Even if he called up a rainstorm, he doubted it would do much to temper the flames.

It would appear that there is no longer any sign of civilian life inside the building,” the communicator chirped. “It is difficult to ascertain the number of fatalities at this moment due to fire damage, but it appears that the majority of personnel and clientele were able to evacuate before the intensity of the blaze reached the critical point.

Tempest nodded. Burning to death was one of the nastiest ways to go. There were far too many pyromaniac villains in the world. He could only hope that anyone who hadn’t managed to get out had died from smoke inhalation rather than the fire itself.

“Thank you, SIBYL. Do we have an active threat still inside the building?” said Tempest. “Is it safe to give the go-ahead to the emergency crews on standby?”

Visibility inside the building is near-zero, Tempest,” the communicator chirped. “Approximately 70% of security cameras in the first, second, and third floors have been destroyed by the fire. However, it appears that there is still deliberate movement inside the building. There may be an active threat, but it is likely safe to cut power.

“Will do, SIBYL,” said Tempest, quickly jogging over to the supervisor of the response team. He relayed the information that SIBYL had given and explained his own plan. A minute later, what few lights remained on in the building went off. It was time to flush out the villain.

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Colin & Rick: A Dad/Son Gay Incest 4-Pack Bundle

When Colin and his dad Rick cross the forbidden taboo line and start up a scorching hot sexual relationship, neither man wants to go back to how they were before.

It starts with some harmless, though sexually-charged, games and soon leads to Rick claiming the butt of the man he helped make. As they descend into a sweaty pit of carnal desires, forbidden passions, and smoking hot taboo sex, their relationship crosses even more lines, including a voyeur best friend and a homesick brother.

This 4-pack bundle includes the entire Colin & Rick series:
– 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

Join Colin and Rick as they give in to their most secret and taboo desires.

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Colin slides back down, pressing his butt hard against my crotch. This time there’s no denying how deliberate the motion is, no denying the pleasure that throbs in my shaft.

“You need good leverage, Dad,” he says. “Don’t worry, it’s just a game.”

Just a game. That’s what I try to tell myself, as the dull pleasure builds, as I don’t pull my hard cock away like I should.

Just a game. I need to flip him over. That’s all. I ignore the pleasure, leaning forward, using my leverage. I’ll flip him over so fast, this will be over so soon, and we’ll never talk about this.

He’s moving. There, just like I wanted. Except…

He flexes his butt tight against my shaft. The way I’m leaning over him, the length is buried between his cheeks. I’ll have him flipped over in one swift motion now, but my heart is pounding, and a part of me wants to stop, just for a moment. Stop and feel those meaty, smooth buns flexing around my shaft, wrap my arms around him and tell him to keep squeezing just like that, keep squeezing until my hot load blasts out, squirting through my shorts, carried away on the water. Just this once, then we’d never talk about it again, we’d go back to our beers and the rest of our day. I’d get off and wouldn’t have these stupid thoughts anymore, and I’d masturbate every day to keep these hormones in check.

Just this once. Yeah, all I have to do is hold him here, press a little with my dick, spike this pleasure higher. I can already tell by how my heart’s pounding and the shaft is throbbing that it would take just a few seconds, just a bit of pressure, a few covert thrusts, and I’d shoot my jizz out through my shorts, empty these fucking balls and get back on track. 

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Locking My Bratty Nephew in Chastity (My Bratty Nephew #2)

It’s been one week since Bruce crossed that forbidden line and took his nephew Cody’s butt, giving into his most carnal and base desires.

Cody was sent to live with Bruce for a year to learn the value of hard work. After moodiness and bratty twink behavior, Cody seduced his uncle Bruce. Since then, they’ve been inseparable. Taboo sex dominates their every waking moment. Bruce knows they’re both going to Hell for what they’re doing, so he might as well enjoy every moment of the journey.

Bruce soon discovers that Cody is even more addicted to sex than he ever thought. He finds a hidden camera that Cody’s placed in the living room and in playing back the video, he sees that not only has Cody been secretly filming all of their encounters, he learns that he’s not enough for Cody—the twink has been spending every alone moment playing with himself.

Although Bruce still wants to dominate and own his nephew’s butt, he also realizes that his nephew needs to better control his libido. Since Cody won’t stop playing with himself, Bruce decides to take control of his parts for him—by locking him in chastity.

Cody is desperate to get off and Bruce soon learns his plan has backfired. Chastity isn’t controlling Cody’s libido, it’s instead making it go dangerously out of control.

Their secret sex life is about to be exposed.

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I turned the cold water on to full blast. He struggled to get out, but I held him in there. He eventually stopped struggling and gave in, letting me do what I wanted. He looked defeated.

His cock softened and then shriveled from the cold. I turned off the shower and took the chastity device from his hand and got on my knees in front of him. He stood there—still and stoic—as I hooked the plastic loop around the base of his cock and balls, and then assembled the device so his shriveled boy-dick was encased in plastic. To top it all off, I locked the padlock.

I sat back on my heels, admiring it. Looking up at him, I said, “It looks gorgeous on you. It’s perfect.”

He looked down at his caged dick and there was a glimmer in his eyes. Though he appeared defeated and perhaps depressed, I saw the spark of sexual excitement firing within him. He’d probably seen such things on porn and a part of him was curious. Now he was living the real thing.

I stood up and held the keys tight in my hand. “Come on,” I said, “let’s celebrate this.”

“Celebrate how?” he asked.

I reached behind him and stroked his crack, running my fingers over his tight hole. “I can think of a way.”

He made an mmfph sound that clearly signaled his desire. Fucking slut was horny again. I chuckled inwardly—I’d better get used to this because with his dick off limits until further notice, this boy would soon be hornier than he’s ever been before.

I leaned in and kissed along his neck until I reached his ear, then I nibbled on his earlobe. “Turn around,” I whispered.

Immediately, he did so. I pushed on his shoulders and he bent over, holding onto the shower’s grab bar for support. I stepped back a bit to look at his perfect body and his gorgeous ass. Already I was rock hard and I was aching to spew my load in his guts.

“Fuck me,” he begged, half moan, half whimper.

I spat in my hand and brought those slickened fingers to his ass, rubbing his knotted flesh. Despite being balls deep in there too many times to count over the last few days and despite him shoving that giant orange dildo in there, he was always surprisingly tight when I first touched him. But it didn’t take long to work a finger in and follow it up with a second and a third. He might always be tight to start with, but he was always quick to loosen up. He was born to bottom.

Spitting in my hand again, I slicked up my cock.

“You ready for this, boy?” I growled.

“Fuck me, Uncle Bruce. Fuck 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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Team Bottom

Andrew, one of three coaches for a college men’s baseball team, gets the short straw and has to buddy up with one of the players when the team goes out of town for a tournament. All of that would be fine except for the fact that he’s bunking with Cole, the cocky, moody, infuriating jock who is also extremely attractive. Plus, Andrew is a closeted gay man and Cole is certainly homophobic. Andrew knows this whole trip will be hell.

But after the team goes out for a night of drinking, Cole comes back to their shared hotel room more than a little buzzed, and he does something that Andrew never thought would happen. Cole kisses him.

When the next morning comes, both men are stewing in guilt and uncertainty. Did that kiss mean something? Or would pursuing it lead to disaster? One thing is for sure, though — Andrew is unable to rid his mind of the image of Cole’s perfect butt and all the punishment and pleasure he wants to inflict upon it.

This forbidden erotic romance between athlete and coach goes from scorching to kinky as both men embrace their roles of dom and sub and learn to trust each other with their secret desires.

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A rattling interrupted me, resounding through the room. I stared wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the door. Someone was trying to come in. My heart beat heavy and hard and felt like it was lodged in my throat. I quickly shut off my phone and pulled my pants up, zipping them closed right as the door swung open and Cole entered.

He paused in the doorway, wavered, and looked at me. He had such anger and resentment in his eyes. Fuck, like, seriously. Of all the players, why did I get stuck with him?

Cole closed the door behind him, wavered again, then stumbled toward his bed. But instead of collapsing on his mattress, he came around it and stood in front of me. I looked up at him. God, he was drunk — and I wasn’t much better than him.

“Cole?” I asked after he’d been standing there for what felt like minutes, just staring at me, not saying anything.

The look in his eyes was no longer anger and resentment, but I couldn’t figure it out. He didn’t say anything, didn’t respond to me.

Then, before I could even process what was happening, he leaned forward, put his hand behind my head and kissed me. His mouth was soft and warm, tasting like all kinds of alcohol. I didn’t respond at first, but then he kissed me deeper, pressing his tongue into my mouth.

I let out a soft groan and he took that as permission to get closer. He climbed onto the bed with me, straddling my legs. I put my hands behind his head, ran my fingers through his soft hair, and kissed him back. I shouldn’t be doing this, I kept telling myself. But I was too drunk to care.

Cole reached for my crotch, grabbed my hard dick through the jeans, and squeezed. I groaned in pleasure and leaned my head back. He kissed my now-exposed neck, nibbling along the base of it, sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body.

I need to stop this, I told myself. I was starting to sober up, these kisses drawing me out of my drunken stupor. This is wrong.

But it feels so good.

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Giving Daddy My Boy Butt: A Dad/Son Gay Incest Story

Darren has always wanted to please his father Rick. The elder son by a year, he’s outperformed his brother Colin in every area of life. Yet despite that, it’s always been clear that Colin is the favorite boy.

It’s Christmas Eve now and Darren, having lived on his own for a whole year, is home to visit. In the year that’s passed, one thing is clear right away: Colin and Rick have gotten even closer, so close, in fact, that Darren is certain there’s some kind of secret between them — how else does he explain the frequent looks of affection they exchange, and the way his dad stares at Colin’s ass?

When Darren is awakened by a thump in the night, he soon discovers it’s not just Santa who sneaks around in the dark. Unable to help his curiosity, Darren soon discovers exactly what’s behind those secret looks … and he’s more aroused than ever, unable to help himself as he inches deeper into what seems a fantasy come to life.

What comes next will forever change Darren, but he’ll do anything to fit in, anything to finally have that special place in his dad’s heart … even if it means giving his dad a special place inside his butt.

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I open wide, before I can even think about what I’m doing. In slides his salty, tangy meat, filling the whole space of my mouth. My tongue and cheeks stretch tight around it. He grips my hair roughly, one hand on each side of my head, pulling my mouth right down the thick base of his dick, right to the gritty tangle of pubic hair.

He holds me here. I feel his cock head pressing at the back of my mouth, almost plunging to my throat. I’m glad he’s not eight inches like me. His cock is thick, but the length is just right for my mouth. I swallow around it, sucking on the length like a baby’s mouth on a soother.

I’ve never imagined sucking a cock, whether I’d like it or hate it. I don’t like Dad’s taste, the more it saturates my taste buds now. It’s more sour, pungent like the odor of the pubes he’s pressing my face against. I wouldn’t want to suck this long, wouldn’t want to lick it, bob up and down like some chick in a porn film.

But it’s my dad’s dick, my dad’s feeding it to me, making me do this, controlling me with his words. I look up again, into his eyes. He’s gritting his teeth together now, eyes narrowed more, his face twisted deeper with that possessive glare. I’ll suck this dick as long as he wants, however he wants, I’ll fill my mouth with this sour taste, my nose with this manly stink … so long as he keeps looking at me that way.

“Spit on it,” he commands. He tugs my head back, tightening those fists around my hair, tugs my lips away and suddenly my mouth feels empty from the contrast. “Cover it with spit, lots of spit. That’s all you get, when I stuff this in your hole.”

I gather saliva, sucking my cheeks in tight, working suction with my tongue, drawing every bit of wetness I can together.

His boner hovers in front of my mouth. I aim, and release.

A foamy gob smacks right onto the flushed tip, streaking down the shaft. Already, I’m gathering more, working my mouth fiercely. I spit again.

I miss that time, but I keep working up more spit, aiming at his cock.

Dad doesn’t help me. He’s gripping my hair so tight he’s pulling it. He’s testing me, I know, testing his clever son, his straight-A overachiever. I’ll show him. Just like I’m still pulling my butt cheeks wide, still rubbing my hole against the carpet, doing as he’s told me. I’ll do everything perfectly, show him what a special son I can be.

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