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A Related Pair for Two (Beachboy Twink Twins #3)

Posted on June 17, 2021 by indieerotica

First, the twinky Ken doll twins had a hookup with a silver daddy. Then, they had a hookup with a twunk. Now, Trent and Tyde have defied all odds by discovering the solution to their exclusivity problem as beyond just brothers. Lovers for life in a way that no other person could make them feel.

Well, except the whole time, there's been a blood-related crush for each. Trent has always wanted their beautifully-modelesque cousin, while Tyde has always wanted their hot and fit grandpa. Little do they know that the twins' exclusive romance could be put to the test when they get a secret invite to a peculiar family meeting.

Could Trent's and Tyde's feelings for their respective family crushes return and cause drama? Sometimes, looks really can be deceiving, and the twins just might be in for a rude (and raw) awakening.

But could there be a new solution to their family problems? Just how much are Trent and Tyde willing to fight for their exclusive love?

A Related Pair for Two is a 7,000-word short story.

As horny and tempted as I was, I really just wanted Trent. But maybe this would be a first-and-last situation. Maybe we could run away somewhere together. I didn’t want to be stuck in this sex club because it put my relationship with Trent in jeopardy.

Crayden kissed me some more while groping my ass, his finger nearing my hole. “I’ve fantasized about fucking you hard like the nasty slut you are.” Then, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “And I mean in that the best way. In fact, I’d love for you to be a slut for me. I’m willing to break the rules and let you have your thing with Trent only if you serve me and give me sex whenever I want. Maybe come stay with me in my apartment one of these days?”

Ugh, of course. Even if it’d been Gramps the one to offer this, I’d still struggle because neither of them was anything like I’d imagined. As much as I wanted to let Gramps fuck me, what I’d felt for him for so long started to crack. Just watching him enjoying my twin like they were lovers didn’t sit well with me. Well, Trent wasn’t into it. I knew reluctance when I saw it.

Trent whispered something into Gramps’ ear. What was he saying to him?

Gramps sighed. “Very well. But just this once and only because I like you enough.” What could he be talking about?

I gave Trent a puzzled look, and his smile was oddly authentic for a situation like this.

Gramps let go of him and cleared his throat at me and Crayden to get us to separate. “Just for today, I’m going to fuck Tyde and Crayden will fuck Trent.”

My eyebrows rose, and I quickly knew why Trent had done this. He knew there was no way out. So, he’d decided to make the experience more tolerable for us. God, I loved him.

“Get on the bed, you two,” Gramps said. “On all fours.” Was he annoyed, reluctant, what? It was sad that he didn’t really want me like I’d wanted him for years. I knew I’d enjoy the sex, but would he?

Trent and I got on the nearest bed, and the bedding was very soft and comfy. I could picture myself sleeping here. Though, I liked my bed better because I was used to it. (Well, my and Trent’s beds because we shared each other’s while keeping the door locked.)

Gramps and Crayden shared a bottle of lube from an end table near them, and they positioned themselves right behind us. Neither of them looked particularly motivated. They’d been much more so before the switch, which really spoke volumes. What a shame. Oh, well. At least I still got to have that big granddaddy cock.

I kissed Trent and smiled. “Thanks,” I whispered.

He smiled and nuzzled my face with his like we were two deer, eventually kissing me in return.

“How serious is it between you guys?” Crayden asked, looking confused.

I’d always defend my love for Trent when confronted about it. We might’ve hidden it in general, but once out in the open, my defense was up. “Very. Inseparable too. No way to break us apart.”

A Twunk Top for Two (Beachboy Twink Twins #2)

Posted on June 10, 2021June 10, 2021 by indieerotica

The tables have turned between the twinky Ken doll twins, and now it's Trent's turn to enjoy a hookup. After their first and only encounter with a silver daddy, it's time for a hot twunk to make Trent happy, much to Tyde's reluctance. After all, they have different tastes: Trent prefers jocks and twunks his age, while Tyde prefers daddies and granddaddies. The exception is each other.

If only they weren't total bottoms. If only they didn't have such a prestigious reputation to uphold because of their billionaire last name. Otherwise, they would've been exclusive by now and not have to worry about their clashing hookup experiences. And since they do everything together, hooking up on their own is out of the question.

Still, Tyde is always willing to make Trent happy because that's his broby. Lucky for Tyde, he can still enjoy Trent. But unlike their previous silver daddy hookup, this one is quite different. It's not so much that it's a twunk this time, but rather, an eye-opener that could change the twins' romantic lives for good.

And possibly bring them closer than they've ever been before.

A Twunk Top for Two is a 5,500-word short story.

We did have to hide the sexual and romantic facets of our brotherhood, though. While incest was legal here, it was still heavily frowned upon. I couldn’t imagine life with my own twin in it. We weren’t just brothers; we were lovers for life. We didn’t actually feel shame; we just had a pristine reputation to uphold because of our billions-worth Peenthicke last name. Granted, we weren’t the most well-known like our granduncle Bob was as the governor of Cestin Island, as well as his wife, kids, and grandkids. But our uppity family would never approve of incest. Thankfully, we were openly gay with no issues.

Crayden randomly came to mind, probably because of incest. He was a cousin who was a beautiful fashion model already with his own reality show at only twenty.

“You think I should ever call Crayden on the phone one day?” I asked.

Tyde shrugged. “You can try, but he’ll most likely be busy. You still want him bad.” There was no jealousy, though. We were practically in an open relationship despite being lovers.

“I do! Mugh, it’s so frustrating because he’s the only one besides you I’ve ever wanted as more than just sex.”

“I know the feeling, broby. I still can’t get over Gramps.”

I frowned, wishing Gramps weren’t straight and married, if just for Tyde. Gramps was a fitness coach and the owner of a gym Tyde and I had worked out in plenty of times. Even though I’d never be able to feel an iota of what Tyde felt for him, Gramps was in the best of shape for a man his age. Maybe part of it was because he kind of resembled Harrison Ford in the face, except with dark-blue eyes.

“And that anaconda of a cock,” Tyde said. “God, what I’d do to suck the daddy milk out of that big meat.”

I tittered. “I’d do the same with Crayden.”

“You’d have a better shot with him than me with Gramps. You guys at least fooled around.”

“Yeah, when we were little, which was mostly humping. He’s most likely straight since he’s had so many girlfriends.”

Tyde formed a devious grin. “Let’s invite them for a guys’ night out and get wasted so we can all fuck.”

I rolled my eyes. “Like that will ever happen. Besides, I’d never want to have sex while drunk. I’d want to enjoy it naturally.”

“True.”

We reached the spot where the small bonfire was. And there he was, the brunet twunk with brown eyes, a sun-kissed tan, and a hot body that was both thin and muscled, just like in the pic. He stood to my right. What a boner-making hottie. I’d love to do all sorts of naughty things with him.

The blond guy who stood to the twunk’s left was probably his buddy. He had an average build but with a cute face, definitely our age. He was kind of dreamy in a fresh-face, all-American, boy-next-door type of way. I imagined he wasn’t attracted to me and Tyde, at least not in the way I was.

“Hey,” we said at the same time.

My heart raced. What an experience this would be. Not only would Tyde and I have sex with the twunk, but we’d do it in front of someone else. I’d always had sex in private, even though I’d only been with Tyde and the silver daddy from last week. Sex had never been something I’d consider doing in public…-ish? Where would we do it tonight?

“Damn, you’re both hot,” the twunk said with a horny grin.

“Trent thinks so too,” Tyde said, smirking. “He wants to suck your big cock.”

My eyes bulged. Oh. My. God. Tyde! I gave him a narrowed look, my lips pursing.

“What, you do!” Trent winked. “Your red face proves it.”

My heart rate sped up.

The twunk chuckled. “I look forward to that ass. I’m Kenny, by the way. This is Zacky. He’ll be watching us and getting off from a distance, but try not to talk to him or even look at him during the fuck, okay? Just pretend he’s not here.”

Servicing My Dominant Chastity Boss in His Office (The Berlin Tales #2)

Posted on June 7, 2021July 2, 2021 by indieerotica

Naive Peter takes up an offer from Tomas, a dominant older bear locked in chastity, to work at his major Berlin newspaper. But Peter discovers there's not much to the job he's been hired for. A fact exploited by Mark, a young American whom Peter knows has a secret too. Hoping to discover the truth behind Tomas' chastity, Peter sneaks into the editor's office where he's put into the strange position of having to please a dominant top locked in chastity. Tomas' young husband Karl helps Peter see there's more to their chastity and cuck relationship than meets the eye. In fact, there's an entire secret society Karl and Tomas are members of which could help make Peter's dreams come true...for a price.

The Berlin Tales are a collection of short erotic fantasies centered on the gay men who populate Berlin, the capital of kink.

Servicing My Dominant Chastity Boss in His Office is a 10,000-word short story.

“I’m really grateful for this opportunity,” I said, sitting delicately down. “I’m excited. I want to make the most of it. And I’ll do everything I can to impress you.”

Tomas grinned. “You don’t have to sleep with me or my husband to be successful. This isn’t that kind of place and I’m not that kind of boss.”

“I’m not talking about work.” I stared into his eyes and the smile faded from his face. Not to a frown, but to a flash of desire. He closed the newspaper.

“Drink?” Tomas asked.

“I’d be delighted.”

He poured two neat whiskeys from the bottle atop the filing cabinet behind his desk.

“Do you mind if I close the door?” Tomas asked.

“Please.”

He knocked it with his ample butt and sat down on the leather armchair, our knees close to touching as we clinked our glasses together.

“I really enjoyed last night,” I said, staring down the barrel of Tomas’ chest to the comfortable belly that sat out like a sultan.

“Good to hear. So did we. And I mean that, Peter. Not many men have made Karl scream like you did. Seems like you have quite the talent for pleasing those you’re with.” I felt a blush in my cheeks and a rush of blood to my cock. I nearly said I was only returning the favor, but quickly remembered Karl and I were supposed to have met in a bookshop, not balls deep in a dark steam room.

“Karl is really lovely. He texted me good luck this morning.”

“He’ll be a good friend to you, a good guide,” Tomas said. although it seemed strange. Like he was hinting at something far greater than what was already between us. A guide for what? Tomas gave me an odd look. “Why do I get the feeling you’re about to quit?”

I shook my head and drank quickly from the glass. “I’m not. Not at all. It’s just…” Tomas patiently waited. “I have to ask you about the chastity cage.” Tomas smiled like a sage preparing to impart wisdom. He drained his drink.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned,” Tomas said, a sheikh upon a throne, “there’s a lot of layers to this world. Often the most interesting people are the most complicated, don’t you agree?”

A Silver Daddy for Two (Beachboy Twink Twins #1)

Posted on June 3, 2021June 3, 2021 by indieerotica

Trent and Tyde are eighteen-year-old twins who look like twinky Ken dolls. They love summer at the beach, and they often wear their peach-defining, blue speedos. But what they love even more is each other, and as more than just brothers. Had it not been for the fact that they're total bottoms—they've tried but failed—and that they have a prestigious last name that's worth billions, they'd be exclusive already. After all, they make out and do all other kinds of sex acts together.

So, they decide to spend their summer after high school hooking up with men for the first time, since they've only been with each other. They start with the first candidate to take both their butt virginities, a handsome silver daddy who's taken by these beachboy twins.

The problem? They each have different tastes. Trent prefers jocks and twunks his age, while Tyde prefers daddies and granddaddies. The exception is each other. Since the twins do everything together, they won't hook up on their own, which means going back and forth between their types could eventually become tedious.

But how will their first experience with a silver daddy go? Will Tyde still enjoy himself despite Trent's reluctance? Will Trent even go through with it?

A Silver Daddy for Two is a 5,500-word short story.

We lay on our flat bellies with large, blue towels beneath us and barely any space between us because we never smothered each other enough. Tyde was the love of my life, and I was his. Sadly, we were both total bottoms, and sex was pretty damn important in life. Okay, we made out a lot, which was hot, and we sucked and swallowed each other because it felt good, as well as deepthroating and rimming. But when it came time to top each other? Barely hard, barely inside. Yeah, we’d tried multiple times and failed. Our cocks had kept deflating and slipping out of our tight holes. Would that make us demi-virgins back there since we’d managed only the heads of our penises? Who knew?

I smiled at Tyde and gave him a dreamy expression with no shame. “Are we still going through with the plan?”

He grinned, his eyes captivating me every time. “Yeah, Trent. Don’t be a little shyball now. There’s no backing out now. We didn’t douche the shit out of our asses for nothing.” He winked.

“I know,” I muttered, trying to mask a frown. I wasn’t against hooking up at all. It was just that we’d never been with others before, just each other, so it made me more nervous than I probably should’ve been. “But how are we going to do this?”

“Well? We just spot the first daddy we can find and voila. Fucked as new.”

“But why does it have to be a daddy?” I stifled a groan. I actually didn’t mind older men, depending on how they looked, but I wasn’t super crazy about them like Tyde was, and I especially didn’t like to call them Daddy. I much preferred someone closer to me in age like my cousin Crayden who was a beautiful fashion model already with his own reality show at only twenty. Mugh, it was bad enough that Tyde and I were a bit tallish for being bottoms since many tops seemed to prefer shorter guys. Crayden was at least taller than me, not that he’d ever see anything in me. We’d only touched and humped each other a few times during our childhood, so he was probably still as straight as I’d known him to be.

“We’ll have someone closer to our age the next time, okay?”

I sighed. “Okay.”

“Hey, cheer up, broby.” Tyde flashed his perfectly white teeth, something we’d been great about managing. We really were like twinkie Ken dolls, or so many people had told us online.

“What if he has a huge penis?” Mugh, I didn’t even want to think about taking a monster or anaconda up the butt.

Tyde sighed and rolled his eyes. “Please say ‘cock’, my love.”

“No,” I said in a whiny tone.

“Do it, Trent. Make your brother proud.” Tyde smirked.

“I don’t want to.”

“Do it. Please?” He wasn’t letting it go.

I pouted, and it took me a moment. “C-c…c-cock…” I muttered, barely saying it.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I didn’t say anything. It felt so dirty and weird to say bad words. I was able to have all the filthy sex I wanted, yet I couldn’t utter a single vulgar word.

“We’re going to work on that this summer. When we start hooking up more, I want you to say nothing but filth while getting fucked in that hot little ass of yours.”

The Chastity Cuck of Kreuzberg (The Berlin Tales #1)

Posted on May 27, 2021June 7, 2021 by indieerotica

When twenty-six-year-old Peter moves to Berlin, he begins to explore his long-hidden slutty side. In the darkness of a Berlin sauna, he meets Karl, a young German married to Tomas, an older man and powerful newspaper editor who, despite his dominant nature, is locked in chastity. It’s not long before Peter is drawn into Tomas and Karl’s marriage to fulfil their cuck fantasies as he wonders about the secrets behind Tomas’ caging.

The Berlin Tales are a collection of short erotic fantasies centered on the gay men who populate Berlin, the capital of kink.

The Chastity Cuck of Kreuzberg is an 8,000-word short story.

I was a few steps behind, but he led me to a part of the sauna I hadn’t discovered yet, and wasn’t sure I would’ve found on my own. The dry sauna was near the showers, and the sandy heat wasn’t my thing. But he led me down a dark corridor that turned into a surprising six-man shower block, then a translucent door to the steam room. The twink hung up his towel outside and slipped in, watching me as I hung my towel up too. Unsure of whether to fully commit (the story of my life), I hung my own towel up and stayed under a cool shower for a good few minutes, trying hard to let the apprehension wash away.

Surprisingly, the steam room was empty. I wondered if the twink had evaporated, but then I noticed a dark door inside the steam room itself. I went into a stifling hot, pitch black room. It seemed to be an open space rather than a maze, but I staggered with my hands out just to be sure. Yet my eyes were useless in the hot steam and thick blackness. I had to listen, to taste the air. Without a doubt there was more than just the twink and I in this hidden place. In fact, it seemed to be the reason why the men I passed by in the corridors before disappeared into nothing. They were all here.

I felt a body next to me, large and hairy. My eyes adjusted to the man standing with his back to the steamy wall. He had his towel around him and was doing nothing. Deeper in I could hear the sounds of cocksucking. There was someone on their knees, and someone else jerking off into their mouth. Then I hit the back wall with a bench. It was too hot to sit, but through the steam I picked out another man, long armed and long legged, sitting on the bench.

I didn’t make it to the other side of the dark steam room from where groaning sounds and growing sights were also coming, because the tall man reached out a long hand and grabbed my cock. In the darkness there was no need for permission, and no chance to be rejected. He smacked my balls like a cat pawing string as I discovered the outline of his large dick laying against his thigh. I’d found what I never knew I wanted.

Passion overcame me. And the thrill of being alone and utterly unseen. Dropping to my knees on the hot floor, I tongued the tip of his cock, salty and thick, exploring the shaft with my wet lips and having him moan out loud as I did. Maybe this was a signal to however many others were here, the twink included, because as I worked his cock, the heat coalesced around me, as if the men were moving to the back corner of the steam room.

But I concentrated on sucking this ever-expanding cock. His balls were so heavy they rested on the hot tiles themselves, and it took both hands to twist and play with them. He liked that, lifting a heavy leg over my shoulder to draw me in closer. With his hand pushing the back of my head almost to the base of his cock, wiry pubes scratched my nose and it was getting harder to breathe. Eventually I had to retreat from his cock, the hot, wet air reflating my lungs. But he wasn’t letting me go.

I had to stand and stretch my back and click my sore knees, so his hand found my ass. He squeezed and slapped it, ringing the bell out to the men around who I sensed were nearer. I saw the door at the other end of the dark room, the crushed light flicking in the moving shadows of naked bodies. More seemed to be coming in than going out.

He was sitting forward now, jerking his cock as two thick fingers explored my hole. Perhaps he was content to do just that, but I had not come this far, over seas and mountains, carrying luggage and drinking from strange water bottles, to not take what I’d come for. Maybe tomorrow I would wake up feeling different. Maybe I would retreat back to my own world, but I couldn’t come all this way, come to Berlin to have sex, and run away the second it presented itself.

Wolves and Sheep

Posted on May 27, 2021May 27, 2021 by indieerotica

Shepley's father is a hot and sexy wolf daddy, and he's wanted a taste of that wolf meat for quite some time. He's wanted Gramps too, another wolf beauty, but Gramps doesn't seem interested, much to Shepley's disappointment.

Now that Mom is out of town and Shepley found out some dirty truths about his father, it just might be the time to have a little confrontation. After all, it's midnight, and Shepley is finally eighteen. But what could lead to a howling experience might not be a simple father-son bonding. In fact, all it takes is one bite to fall…

Forever.

Wolves and Sheep is a 4,000-word short story.

Dad made noises in his sleep, which caused me to stay still and alert, but he continued snoring a moment later. False alarm.

I continued my foreign discovery, my curious hands touching every part of him I could. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was just as dirty as he was. Maybe I should stop, but I couldn’t. I wanted so much more from him. I loved him, but I lusted him too.

I shifted my focus back to his dick. I opened his fly and pulled his dick out. My eyes bulged. Mine was practically a dicklet in comparison to this shlong in front of me. I started fondling it. What did it taste like? What did it feel like deep inside my small, round butt? The boys I’d been with weren’t this big. What was it like being with a grown man? I heard Dad fucking Mom many times whenever they thought I was asleep. I always jacked off to the sound of it while pretending it was me and not Mom he was fucking.

I grew impatient. As if possessed by the forbidden lust, I lowered my head and reached for his dick to place my lips over it. I started sucking him the way I’d learned how. Mmm, Dad tasted so good, all showered and clean with a hint of manly musk.

He let out a gentle moan. He started moving a little, and he grabbed the back of my head with a gentle grip, confirming he’d just woken up. Almost immediately, he pushed me away hard and sat upright in a jolt. “What the fuck? Shepley!”

With my heart racing fast, I smiled shyly and forced myself to confront him. “Surprise, Daddy!” I singsonged.

“What do you think you’re doing!”

I grinned. “Giving you a blowjob?”

A Rent Boy to Own

Posted on May 26, 2021May 26, 2021 by indieerotica

Rodrigo is a sex worker who’s had a few years of great experiences. But lately he’s been wanting someone special enough to give him a reason to quit. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with sex work, but he’s finally ready to move on.

Enter Bernie and Edgar, two older husbears who become Rodrigo’s next clients. Given that Rodrigo loves older men—the older the better—he’s in for a treat. But it’s not just sex like it’s been with the other clients. In fact, Bernie and Edgar are quite taken by his beauty, and they have room for a third with an offer that’s hard to refuse.

So, Rodrigo needs a little time to ponder such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. These men are so much his type, and sex with them would probably be fantastic. But are they really enough to solidify his decision that could change his life forever?

Or maybe what Rodrigo’s really missing in his life is something a little more…furry?

A Rent Boy to Own is a 9,000-word short story.

Bernie walked straight ahead and entered the dining room where a small bar with a marble surface was. The wide staircase was next to the archway, off to the right and also marble. The kitchen was to my left and past a narrow hallway. What a big place.

“We like to have some wine to relax a bit,” Edgar said. “Imported from numerous countries or purchased there whenever we travel, depending on our mood. We never drink the cheap kind, but we’ll buy the occasional wine from California.”

I just smiled politely since it was irrelevant to me. I was more of a brew guy, so a cold beer would do for me.

After Bernie returned with their glasses of red wine, they stood right near me with what looked like horny smiles. Bernie was closer to my left side, and Edgar was directly in front of me.

“Whenever you’re ready,” I said, “I can list all my fees for the services I provide and give you whatever details and exceptions there are. I even do some light BDSM if you’re into that. And you do know that I charge an hourly rate for my visit on top of additional fees for each service, right?”

“Yes, we do,” Edgar said. “But that might not be necessary since we told you we had an offer to make, a very big one, and we hope it’s more than enough for you to strongly consider it.”

Bernie’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. “We really hope you do.”

“Okay, what is it?” I asked.

“We understand you’re a rent boy,” Edgar said, “but we’d like to buy your way out. We have no issues with sex workers. This is solely based on a young man like you because you’re very much our type. You’ll never have to work for the rest of your life, unless you want to, of course. You’ll have a new car of your choice. I’m not sure if you’re in college, but we’ll take care of that too. We have a vacation home in both Germany and France, so rest assured we’ll never be in any financial trouble. We know how to budget and manage our finances.” He took a sip of his wine.

I had no idea what to say. They wanted to buy me? I’d be kept? This was definitely unexpected. I’d never had a client make such an offer. I suddenly felt like a rent boy to own.

Bernie finished a large sip of his wine. “In case you’re wondering what we do for a living, we manage a number of rental properties in multiple college towns across the country, including Hickeyhook, and a few in Germany and France. And, yes, we do speak a lot of German and French.”

“Makes our business lives easier. And the reason we live in Michigan is because it’s where we’re from, and we like to be discreet about our careers, so people generally don’t assume what we do living here compared to living in, say, New York or Paris.”

“Yeah, we don’t really talk about that outside of our close-knit friend group.”

“And we did bring this up to the private agency you work for,” Edgar said. “We’ll compensate them quite well. So, the choice is yours, Rodrigo.”

I inhaled and blew a big breath. “Wow, I…um…” I released a tiny laugh of astonishment, not knowing what else to say.

“We understand it’s a big offer, and if you need some time to think it over, we’ll give you that time. But do know that you will be coming here quite often because we already know we’ll enjoy you, and we’ll want you to come back here many times.”

Bernie nodded. “We’re going to be regulars even if you decline. We’re that into you.”

“So…I’d be wealthy,” I said in realization. “A kept guy, pretty much.”

My Himbo Son Is My Life: The Complete Series Bundle

Posted on May 10, 2021 by indieerotica

When Joe’s wife leaves him, he’s devastated.

His son, Ben, does everything he can to make his father happy again. Ben is twenty but he’s just…such a himbo. Joe loves Ben with all his heart, but Ben has always seemed to be lacking in the intelligence department. Joe accepts and appreciates everything Ben does to make him happy again.

But when those efforts to make Joe happy turn to a more sexual nature, Joe is hesitant. Ben might not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he’s ridiculously fit and attractive…and Joe can admit to himself that he’s felt sexual urges for his son before.

Joe’s resistance to his son’s sexual overtures soon crumbles and he’s quickly pulled into a taboo relationship with Ben. But when he uncovers secrets about Ben and how he’s being taken advantage of, Joe becomes even more fiercely protective of Ben, which only leads him even further down the path of forbidden lusts.

My Himbo Son Is My Life: The Complete Series Bundle is a 28,000-word collection of the five previously-published stories in this series, including Ben’s Big Butt Cake, Ben’s Big Mouth, Ben’s Big Boy Butt, Ben’s Big Heart, and Ben’s Big Experience.

“Dad?”

I didn’t want Ben to see me like this. It was bad enough that his deep voice soothed me in a way it shouldn’t. I sniffled and wiped the tears off my face. I tried to sound as calm as possible. “Yeah?”

“I turned into a pony. Want to see?”

I turned around, and my eyes widened at his big, jockstrapped ass waving at me with a horse tail in the form of a butt plug. What had made him think to do that? And a butt plug too? But my cock didn’t care because it started growing at the sight of his beautiful body. He was a smooth jock who was heavily focused on his attractive looks and spent more time exercising his muscular body than his “flabby” brain. Though, I probably shouldn’t talk since I could afford to get back into shape with my flat-assed dad bod. Even Jack was muscly and defined with a perky ass, a golden wolf to be specific.

Not only did Ben seem emotionless, but he was oblivious as to how inappropriate this was. “It’s blond like my hair, so it matches. And I can make it move too.” He pressed against the skin right below his ass cheeks to make them jiggle, unintentionally luring me with so much temptation that I had to fight. God, I was so horny for him.

This was why I didn’t want to let Ben leave. He was so innocent and naïve. He was the true definition of a himbo, and I worried about him being taken advantage of by wolves in disguise. I wasn’t sure what his sexuality was, but I knew men would be as hungry for him as I was. Still, it was his chance to break out of his shell after being homeschooled his whole life, albeit with major academic struggles that Bettie and I had needed to help him with after failing twice, hence his “delayed” graduation. It was important for him to get out there into the world and do other things. He was a man now, a well-developed one at that, and he needed to grow both mentally and emotionally. I’d recently told Jack to help me out by getting it through Ben’s head, so I had hope.

But I’d always lust after my own son. I loved him more than my life, but he was a man, and so was I. I couldn’t help my feelings. Maybe it was for the best, though. Because now that Bettie was gone, and if Ben ever felt the same way, our father-and-son bond would change forever. There’d be no turning back.

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

Posted on May 6, 2021May 6, 2021 by indieerotica

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”.

Airport Hook-up

Posted on May 6, 2021 by indieerotica

Dale just got off a long-haul flight and he’s horny.

He has mere minutes to get his needs met before he has to board his next plane, so he does what men must do. He ventures to a lonely washroom at the far end of the airport and waits for other men like him to come his way, men who also have that itch that needs scratching.

Uncertainty, nervous glances, secret signals, all fuelled by intense and overwhelming horniness, lead to Dale making risky moves. But the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

Especially when it comes to anonymous gay sex.

Airport Hook-Up is a 3,900-word short story.

God, I’m so fucking horny.

The flight from New York to Delhi was so exhaustingly long and stiflingly cramped. I rarely went twelve hours without jerking off, but right now I was going on close to forty-eight. I had tried quietly going to the airplane lavatory to have a quick jerk mid-flight, but the person before me had dumped the smelliest shit I’ve ever come across and so I was in no mood to beat my meat.

So now here I was in the New Delhi airport, with a few hours to kill before my next flight, fucking horny and running on coffee and adrenaline.

I’d been through New Deli before back in my younger years and had discovered which washroom was the cruisey one. But I was no longer a twink of nineteen on a foolish backpacking trip and getting as much dick along the way as I could. I was now a mid-thirties hairy otter on a business trip and a desire to be much more discreet. Plus, I didn’t know the current status of homosexuality in India, but even if it was legal, it was surely frowned up and dangerous to do in public.

But right now I didn’t fucking care about legalities or danger—I needed to get my rocks off. My balls ached with a pent-up need for release. Already my dick was rock hard as I power-walked through the terminal, my little wheeled carry-on rolling along behind me.

I passed dozens of people en route to the men’s room at the far end. Some of the swarthy men looked at me in a way that made me wonder if they were similarly cruising for dick, like they were sizing me up and then waiting to see if I went to that one specific washroom. God, I normally found Indian men hot, but in my current state of horniness, I found them so hot they were almost on fire. My asshole twitched and I was suddenly aware of it and how desperate I was to get fucked. It’d been far too long. I’d wanted to get fucked before heading on this trip, but my Grindr hookup bailed on me at the last minute, leaving me with just my hand and a couple of toys.

The crowd petered out as I neared the far end of the terminal. In a that state of unsatisfied horniness after getting off with a dildo before this flight, I’d gone online to look up this washroom to see if it was still here and still used as a cruising ground. It was and it was apparently very active. With it being really out of the way as to almost be unnoticeable unless you were directly in front of it and with it being one of the few washrooms that hadn’t yet been renovated with the airport’s remodelling, it made it a less desirable washroom for the men that genuinely needed to take a dump, leaving it as a perfect place to get stuffed with cock.

I stepped around the little privacy wall in front of the washroom door—a privacy wall that had no signage that a washroom was right behind it—and came to a stop as soon as I was in the room. I scoped it out for cruising potential. It was currently empty, but there was ripe opportunity. The line of urinals had little divider walls that one could easily look over to see what the other guy was packing, and those urinals ran around the corner, behind the far stall. And the stalls, they had those walls that went almost down to the floor. I had to really crouch down to verify that there were no feet on the floor. The accessible washroom at the end had enough room for two—three if you really crammed in there.

It had been years since I’d done this kind of cruising, where it relies on signals and glances and discreet foot tapping, so I had to run through some scenarios in my head like I was planning a series of chess moves. Set on a course of action, I grabbed the handle of my little wheeled luggage and headed for one of the urinals around the bend of that last stall, out of sight from the entrance, giving me and the potential other guy enough time to separate if we heard footsteps come in.

As I rounded the bend, I felt more and more confident about this course of action. I set up my luggage a foot or two behind me, approached the urinal, unzipped, and let my rock-hard cock spring free. I stroked it lightly and slowly, teasing myself. I didn’t want to stroke too hard and risk coming, because it would be an unsatisfactory cum when I knew what I needed more than anything was a cock in me—didn’t matter if it was my mouth or my ass, I just needed a cock in me.

After a few moments of standing there, I heard some light footsteps come into the men’s room. They were unhurried and they paused shortly after entering; hopefully this meant they were cruising and they weren’t here for a quick piss before rushing to their terminal.

Those footsteps resumed again and they got louder as the guy came nearer to me. When he cleared the edge of the stall, I could almost feel his presence behind me. He paused for a moment. I glanced over my shoulder in a way that to a straight guy could be me just seeing who’s there, but to a gay guy was clearly an act of me checking him out.

Jackpot.