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Cucking Daddy: Part 2: The Invitation

Posted on May 12, 2023 by indieerotica

“Thanks!”

Christian accepted the glass of lemonade from Barkley. The outside had already begun sweating. Beads of moisture clung to the glass the same way they did to the brow of the minister’s son.

“No problem,” said Barkley, taking a seat beside Christian. “Sleep good last night?”

Christian dodged the question by taking a long pull from the glass. The lemonade was slightly tart, but refreshing. Noon hadn’t arrived yet, but it was already sweltering. His body was desperate for something to keep cool with.

“Decent enough,” he answered after lowering the glass. Christian’s eyes did not meet Barkley’s, however. “I guess I just miss my dad is all.”

Barkley nodded sympathetically. “Don’t blame you,” he replied, folding both arms behind his head. “I’d be missing my old man something fierce. Stinks that they put you two in different camp grounds.”

Christian took another drink from his glass. He had very nearly gone straight home. Dad was livid after they walked in on Barkley and his own father going at it on the couch. Mr. Wyatt was called immediately and had to come straight down.

Christian’s Dad wanted his son moved to a different area at once. It took several tries on Mr. Wyatt’s part before his father was convinced that there was simply no other place to accommodate them. It was summertime, after all—their busiest part of the year. Cancellations did happen, but unless another guest pulled out, Christian would have to remain with Barkley and his father, Mick.

Daniel was further appeased when Mick stepped in and apologized once more. Mick smoothed things over by swearing that he and his son would behave themselves around Christian. Christian himself promised to stay in his room when he wasn’t making use of the camp’s facilities.

In the end, Daniel acquiesced and Christian settled in.

Spending time together proved a lot harder than Daniel or Christian thought, however. Sure, there were lots of things to do. The Arts & Crafts building was always open during the day. Sons could use paints to draw pictures for their fathers while the dads made little keychains or wallets for their sons.

A lifeguard was always by the lake in case someone wanted to go swimming. They could also use a paddle boat or take a canoe out in the deep regions of the water. A dock had also been set aside farther down for fathers to take their boys fishing.

The camp also had a rec hall. Most of the games were old-fashioned, like ping-pong and foosball. There were also a couple of pool tables, though, and an air hockey table. It was a great place to be when the summer sun hung high in the sky.

Unfortunately, Daniel spent most of his time apart from Christian. He had been right when he told his son that planning a wedding was difficult. It turned out to be even harder than Daniel realized.

In fact, the camp staffer had been waiting at their cabin when they got back from breakfast the next morning, ready to get started. Every single little detail had to be approved by Daniel. This left poor little Christian with a lot of free time on his hands.

It was not a good thing to leave a young boy alone and bored, even under the best of circumstances. A place like Camp Wannakukka was especially not safe.

And then there were the nights.

True to his word, Mick no longer engaged in any sexual antics with his son while Christian was around. They also abstained from the casual nudity that Bunny Burrow members partook in. Father and son remained fully clothed while inside the cabin. Neither did more than a subtle touch or light kiss on the lips while Christian was around.

That didn’t mean their relationship was chaste. Christian had been serenaded each night with the sounds of Mick making wild, passionate love to his boy. The two could go for hours, and often did.

Christian would lie awake on his bed staring at the ceiling. His mind raced while his body throbbed. Barkley would scream, crying out over his dad’s sexual prowess. The sounds and the filthy language they used made Christian’s flesh burn.

Cucking Daddy: Part 1: The Arrival

Posted on May 5, 2023 by indieerotica

Welcome to Camp Wannakukka! A special place for fathers and their sons. Camp Wannakukka provides a safe, relaxing environment for men who wish to bond with their young sons in a very unique and permanent way. At Camp Wannakukka, we hope that the bonds forged here will last a lifetime.

Christian is excited to be attending Camp Wannakukka. For years, his father—the minister of a small Southern church—has been grooming him to take on the role of his dad’s wife. Now the two will be married in a real ceremony. It can’t be done legally, but the staff at the summer camp resort have assured the minister that they will do everything in their power to accommodate the holy man.

However, the resort is far more than just a summer camp for fathers and sons. This is a place for fathers who already have a very unique relationship with their boys. And it is a place for fathers who may have entertained thoughts about their sons that are not so pure.

Most of all, however, it is a place where boys can discover the real truth—that their holes are made for taking hard cock and thick loads deep inside.

Cucking Daddy: Part 1: The Arrival is a 5,800-word short story.

“Wake up, sleepyhead! We’re almost there.”

Christian’s eyes fluttered open. The steady purring of the engine had made him doze off. The small, slender eighteen-year-old rubbed sleep from his tired eyes and gave a cute yawn. He saw that they were on a winding road, one that was not paved. Gravel crunched underneath the wheels. There was the occasional soft splash of a mud puddle underneath the vehicle from a recent rainfall.

Outside, the green scenery whizzed past. Deep oak trees and thick pine stood at the very edge of the dirt road they traveled on. The last thing Christian remembered was them driving through a town. They had long since left it behind, judging by the lack of any signs of civilization out the passenger window.

“Where are we?” Christian asked his father, who was sitting next to him in the driver’s seat.

Daniel smiled, letting his eyes leave the road for a brief moment so he could rake them down over his precious boy’s small frame.

“We’re right about at the camp grounds,” Daniel explained, pointing. “See?”

Christian had to take his seatbelt off and peer up over the dashboard. He had been slouching in his sleep and his short frame didn’t help. When he could see, though, the young man old let out a soft gasp.

Up ahead were twin poles rising out of the earth on each of the road. They formed a gate with a sign that arched high overhead. The sign was made of wood and had been hand-carved. Words were printed on it, and as Daniel slowed the car down, Christian was able to read what they said.

“’Welcome to Camp Wannakukka,’” he read aloud.

“This is the place,” Daniel said, grinning to himself. “Told you I could find it without a GPS app, didn’t I?”

Christian settled back into his seat and put his seatbelt back on. The clasp went back into the slot with a ‘snap’. The belt, however, had pushed his My Hero Academia t-shirt up, exposing his belly.

Daniel saw this. His tongue slipped out between his lips. It ran along the lower half, wetting his lip and spreading a small trail of slimy drool on his chin. He had neglected to shave that morning. Fortunately, Daniel wasn’t the type who needed to. He could let his stubble grow for almost a week before it started to show.

Christian didn’t notice the look his father was giving him. He was too occupied with what lay outside his window. Or rather, what wasn’t.

“Is this really a special camp, Daddy?” he asked, growing worried.

Daniel tore his gaze away and went back to the road. “It sure is,” the father said with some assurance in his voice. “I learned all about it from one of my friends online. Someone built this place for people like us so we won’t have to hide. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Shhh… Don’t Tell Mami or Papi

Posted on April 28, 2023 by indieerotica

Victor is an eighteen-year-old virgin who has fantasizes about his hot big brothers, Ernesto and Ricardo, even though their religious household has no place for such unspeakable sins. Both brothers are straight, but Victor learns the hard way that looks can be deceiving, especially when Ernesto and Ricardo’s girlfriends refuse to give what their little brother can. They just have to be quiet because their parents are asleep.

Thankfully, Victor has put his big dildo to use, albeit without knowing his illicit fantasies are about to come true. After all, who says that his virginity has to be taken by only one brother? Sometimes, two heads are better than one.

Especially at the same time.

Shhh...Don't Tell Mami or Papi is a 1,600-word short story.

Late at night, I lay face down, waking up to two warm, naked bodies on top of me, as smooth as mine. There were smells of soap and musk, like a rushed attempt at showering off the sweat and grime after a day out in the basketball court. Mami and Papi were asleep in the next room in our urban city apartment, so I couldn’t make a sound. Our family was religious like many Latinos, and as a common tradition, we didn’t move out of the house until we got married.

As I tried to move around, my arms were quickly pinned behind me. What the hell!

“Shhh…don’t tell Mami or Papi,” whispered a familiar deep voice.

“Just stay there and take it,” another familiar deep voice ordered.

It was my big brothers. Ernesto and Ricardo were twenty-five and twenty-four, respectively. They had darker hair than my brown shade, and they were a bit taller and more muscular than my lean jock build. All of us had scruff on our faces, so we looked a bit older, but it complemented our manhood.

What were they doing? Were they trying to stick it in my butthole? But they were straight and had girlfriends! And both of them at the same time? Even though I’d recently turned eighteen, I hadn’t had sex yet, so being split open and having my virginity destroyed was a big deal to me. I’d fantasized about it many times, so the incest factor didn’t bother me—it clearly didn’t bother them—but it was still mind-blowing to realize that my fantasies were finally coming true. We were family, sharing the same blood and DNA. Did I actually want this illicit experience to happen, though?

Clenching my butt, I hissed from the sharp pain from their dicks trying to enter, both long and fat like mine. It shocked me so much that I couldn’t process any of this as it was happening. “Ngh…ow, it hurts!”

My Big Brother’s Skilled Hands

Posted on March 24, 2023 by indieerotica

Daren is a high school wrestling jock with a lean body—and he’s a never-been-kissed virgin with a very horny mind. After pulling a muscle in a match, Daren visit the men’s-only spa where his twenty-four-year-old brother Colin works.

Daren idolizes Colin—also a hot and buff jock—and harbors a secret illicit crush on him. Really, it’s more than a crush. Given the chance, he’d do anything with or for Colin.

This brotherhood is about to grow closer when Daren discovers that Colin is an erotic massage therapist…and that Colin harbors similar feelings for Daren.

Colin’s skilled hands have just the skills to provide Daren with some much-needed relief…the kind that forever stays behind closed doors.

My Big Brother’s Skilled Hands is a 3,500-word short story.

A sexy smile spanned Colin’s chiseled face that had some scruff growing out. “I’m not busy at all. Anything for my little bro.”

“Thanks.” That warmed my heart with brotherly love and made my dick twitch with incestuous excitement. Colin had always been affectionate, and while I obviously wasn’t little anymore, being his little bro still felt special.

“Take your T-shirt off and unzip your jeans, then go lie on the massage table.”

I lowered my eyebrows. “Unzip my jeans?” I didn’t want Colin to see what I was wearing underneath. Could he tell from the thick waistband?

“It makes it easier for me to massage your waist and the small of your back. I mean, I’ve been doing this for a few years, so I’m not exactly a rookie.” He winked.

I nodded, reluctantly taking my shirt off. I unzipped my jeans until they accidentally dropped to my knees, my face flushing hot from embarrassment. I’d lost weight and was noticeably leaner, even though I was toned from wrestling. I really needed to remember to buy some new jeans. I couldn’t give Colin eye contact now. He saw my body whenever I changed in front of him, but never in a jockstrap, given the questionable implication it gave.

He just chuckled. “I didn’t know you started wearing jockstraps like I do.”

My eyebrows rose, but I still couldn’t get myself to look at him. “You wear them, too?”

“Yep. It’s very common. Come on, Daren, I’m surprised you don’t know that, since you’re gay and probably already exploring stuff.”

“Heh. Not…quite.”

“Oh. Well, you’re still a teen, I guess. So, what made you start wearing them? Or just the one?”

I shrugged. “I bought quite a few online with the gift card you gave me for my birthday.”

“I see. Money well spent, then.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I just like them.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Since Colin hadn’t worn a jockstrap in front of me, this new knowledge added to my sexual fantasies, and I could only imagine how many more times I’d jerk off thinking about him in a jock.

“Well? Now that your jeans are down, you might as well take the jock off, too. It’s actually easier with fewer clothes.”

“Really?” My dick twitched again.

My Little Bro’s Butt

Posted on February 18, 2023 by indieerotica

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.

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.

A Brotherly Holiday Series: 4-Pack Bundle

Posted on February 18, 2023 by indieerotica

The holidays bring out special bonds between brothers, but for some brothers that bond runs far too deep. For some young men, that bond includes hot taboo sex with their brother.

This four-pack bundle of forbidden lusts includes the following previously-published stories:

A Brotherly Christmas
Through a little bit of Christmas magic and holding onto hope, Josh's most taboo wish might come true.

A Brotherly Valentines
Eighteen-year-old Adam plans to lose his virginity on Valentine's Day...but the man who shares this experience with him is the biggest, sexiest surprise of Adam's life.

A Brotherly Halloween
Brothers Liam and Lyle have always been close, but when Liam crossdresses and plays into Lyle's domination fantasies, they cross lines brothers never should.

A Brotherly New Year’s
A secret taboo reunion could change Dane's life forever, and prove that a deep brotherly bond can create the strongest connection of all.

Explore these four seductive tales of brothers getting it on in this 24,000-word bundle.

In the dimly-lit living room, I sat on the bear rug with my legs crossed in anticipation, just a few feet away from the large Christmas tree. The heater had turned off for the cycle, and the embers in the rustic fireplace barely glowed. The only sound in the house was Dad’s snoring, drowning out any of Jake’s snores. At least the stench of cheap cigarettes had finally faded away, which did nothing but yellow the chipped walls.

I wore an old set of Christmassy PJs that still fit me because I was a twink who could fit into practically any small size. To be fair, it had originally belonged to a cousin of mine who had grown into a twunk.

Even though Mom was no longer around to tell me to be a good boy, I already knew to carefully leave a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk on the wobbly coffee table, just like every year. Please, as if I didn’t know what the surprise was. I’d just kept it to myself because it was part of the fun. Life was hard, and so was family life. Let me have something magical to hold onto, at least.

Now that it was past midnight, I was officially eighteen. So, this year, I wanted to have some fun and mix things up. I’d jerked off and shot a big load inside the glass of milk as a devious little prank. I couldn’t wait for Santa to drink it all up so that I could see his reaction.

After more minutes of waiting, Santa finally came from right behind me in quiet steps. I never turned around because I wanted to wait until he circled around to face me for a proper surprise. He always stood right by the Christmas tree.

Like every year, I forced myself to believe Santa really was here again, albeit slimmer and younger than the old and jolly version, but still much bigger than me. He towered over me in his famous red suit and hat that made me melt in ways I couldn’t begin to explain. “Ho, ho, ho!” he cheered in a low tone, his voice so deep in a contrived way.

He knew just how much this meant to me. He knew I didn’t want to grow up, but since I had to at my age, I might as well cling onto this part of my childhood. That was the whole point of this yearly experience. Some things, I just didn’t want to let go of, even though I was expected to.

Santa ate the cookies, looking pleased. Then, he gulped down the milk, but he made an awkward and pensive face. He sighed, shaking his head. “I think I know why this milk tastes a bit funny.” He didn’t sound mad, though.

I pursed my lips, trying my hardest to suppress a giggle. I was so naughty this year!

A Brotherly New Year’s

Posted on February 18, 2023 by indieerotica

Now that Dane is eighteen, he’s ready to meet his first hookup in hopes of losing his virginity. And what better way to celebrate New Year’s Eve? Of course, the faceless hookup, whose hot body is suspiciously familiar, will never be as special as Dane’s big brother, Dalton.

Dalton is the love of Dane’s life, and he’s the one whom Dane wishes he could give his all to, including his virginity. Dalton is shunned by the family, and Dane isn’t allowed to associate with him.

But what happens when the faceless hookup turns out to surprise Dane in the most pleasant way? Maybe a secret reunion can change his life forever. Maybe it can prove that a “deep” bond that goes all the way can make for a strong and healthy brotherhood.

A Brotherly New Year's is a 6,200-word short story.

“Look, Dane. Your mother and I just don’t want you to be like your brother now, okay? Dalton is a lost cause. Two years out of our lives and counting, and you won’t be an exception if you screw up.”

Why did Dad have to bring that up now? Even though my parents refused to give me the full details, I doubted that anything could ever change the way I saw Dalton.

Mom glanced at the clock. “Well, the countdown is in an hour, so please come back in time.”

I gave her a nod. “I will. It’s not like I’ve ever missed a countdown with the family.”

“Have a good time, son,” Dad said with a smile that looked like a mix between proud and cautious. Hopeful?

I waved goodbye and stepped out in a nice salmon-colored button-down tucked inside a pair of olive-green khaki shorts. Complete with my designer boat shoes, I was confident enough to know I looked decent, but would it be obvious that I was wealthy? I tried not to worry about it too much, instead relaxing and keeping a positive mind while the nerves of my first hookup bubbled up a little.

Surrounded by fields and woods, I felt at peace. The cool night breeze put a smile on my face, and I was glad our winters largely felt like summer, since Christmas was commonly associated with snow. The starry sky looked beautiful as always. Crickets were the only sound out here this late at night, sometimes a rodent or two depending on where I walked.

I turned on the flashlight from my phone and lit the way down the gravel road where I’d meet the man parking farther ahead. Now was when my heart really started racing because of how bold I was, especially doing something so illicit behind my parents’ backs, but I’d been horny and curious long enough. In fact, I’d had fantasies of having sex with guys for a few years, only it hadn’t been until now that I’d felt ready to try it.

Most of those fantasies included Dalton. I’d never forget how he used to always leave the bathroom door cracked open whenever he’d taken a shower, allowing me to creep inside for a quick and careful peek. He was so beautiful that he could be a model. He had blue eyes like mine (but so much prettier), a chiseled face that looked a bit older because of the scruff, and blond hair that was cut short. What I’d give to belong to him and only him. I’d marry him if possible because I knew deep down that my feelings for him weren’t just sexual.

God, I missed my brother so much…

A parked car with the headlights off appeared from a distance. It had to be the man. Who else could it be? No one in town did that. Also, the car wasn’t even a luxury model, so he was clearly not from the area.

I kept walking a little faster until I reached the car. I peered through the window to capture the silhouette of a man.

He opened the door for me.

Panting, I reluctantly got in and shut it. My heart pounded, and my hands trembled while I turned off the flashlight with jittery hands. It was now pitch-dark and dead silent.

He gently shushed me and pulled me into his arms, and the touch of his clothes confirmed he wore and tank top and shorts. “I promise you’re safe with me. I’d never hurt you.” Huh? That deep and soothing voice, sending electricity down my spine and making my dick hard, sounded eerily familiar. Sure, it was nice to finally hear it, better than I’d imagined, but I was also confused.

No, it couldn’t be!

I started relaxing fast the more he cuddled with me, and I really liked his clean, manly scent. There must have been an air freshener in here, too. Cherry?

“Hi,” I muttered, my cheeks flushing.

“Shy now?” He chuckled.

“Sorry.”

“You’re fine.”

God, that voice and even the chuckle. But there was no way. No way at all. Right?

I faced him, and even though I couldn’t see his face, touching it made me think of him as hot. His clean-shaven skin felt nice, neither smooth nor rough. But I really wanted to see him. His familiar voice burning into my memory demanded it. “Can I see your face?”

“As long as you promise not to step out of the car when you see it.”

“I promise.” Why would I do that, anyway? I was sure he was hot. The real question was if he was who I thought he was.

He flicked on the light above us, and I froze. “Surprise, little bro.”

Silent Night, Unholy Night: A Taboo Tale of Brothers and Cousins

Posted on February 18, 2023 by indieerotica

Eighteen-year-old John is the middle of three brothers who look like triplets but aren’t. John is especially close to Jacob, the oldest, while Jared, the youngest, has a bit more distance and is more focused on his serious girlfriend. The family is devoutly Christian, and the house rules are so religious that not even masturbation is allowed. Of course, that doesn’t stop John from doing it, and it also doesn’t stop his mind from wondering if his brothers do it, too, particularly Jacob.

It's Christmas, and twin cousins, Peter and Paul, are staying for the holiday weekend. The house is quiet because everyone is asleep. However, John can’t sleep and decides to take care of business in the bathroom. He notices that Jacob isn’t in their shared bedroom, and Jared is deep asleep in the top bunk. Jacob didn’t even say his special goodnight phrase like he does every single night, something that’s reserved for John. Where could Jacob be?

As John quietly steps out of the room, a series of unfamiliar sounds come out of the guestroom where Peter and Paul sleep. Could Jacob be in there? But they aren’t just any sounds; they’re the sounds of fornication, strong enough to lure John into listening as a private audience with a curious hand. These taboo sounds confirm that rules are meant to be broken, and John quickly learns that a silent night can unexpectedly turn into an unholy night.

Silent Night, Unholy Night is a 5,700-word short story.

As I quietly got up, I noticed Jacob wasn’t there from what I could make out through the moonlit window. Hmm, that was strange. It was silent at home, save for a mild cacophony of crickets and the others snoring, so that explained why I couldn’t hear him snoring. Since everyone else was asleep, I wondered where he could be. Maybe he’d gone out with our twin cousins, Peter and Paul, who were staying here for the holiday weekend. The four of us were around the same age, so we’d always been close and shared similar interests. What I felt for Jacob, I felt similar for both cousins.

I tiptoed across the room to make as little noise as possible. I carefully opened the door and stepped into the dark hallway, the carpeted floor making it easier to remain silent. Mom and Dad were deep asleep by the faint sounds of their snoring. Their room was to my left where the bathroom was, so it was safer for me to masturbate at this time because of no interruptions.

As I was about to go to the bathroom, breathy sounds coming from the guestroom down to my right captured my attention. I lowered my eyebrows because it sounded like the bed was squeaking. I tiptoed toward the door and leaned closer with my ear facing it. My eyes bulged in shock because it sounded like a series of hard breaths. But they weren’t the kind people made when exercising. They were the kind that sounded…sexual?

A few gentle moans made my penis twitch, followed by a shush. The sound of friction came next, and I got even harder. Who was in there with Peter and Paul? Was it Jacob? There was no girl in the house besides Joanna, and the noises sounded masculine.

“Ungh, don’t stop,” one of them whispered in a deep tone.

“Yeah, take it in both ends,” whispered another one in a deeper voice.

A Hot Nephew for Christmas

Posted on February 18, 2023February 18, 2023 by indieerotica

Don is a lonely, middle-aged man who is ready for another dull Christmas to match his equally dull life: looking after his elderly parents, his job doing data entry, and never getting married or having kids of his own.

Speaking of kids, Don’s brother, Eric, calls him and begs him to look after his out-of-control son, Phil. Don reluctantly agrees to it, but when he reunites with Phil, he quickly learns that the eighteen-year-old is not a kid anymore. Phil is a hot twink ready to get to know Uncle Don in a whole new way.

Maybe having a hot nephew for Christmas can be the most intimate gift yet.

A Hot Nephew for Christmas is a 6,300-word short story.

Phil wrinkled his forehead. “I didn’t drop out. But I did get expelled. I just haven’t told my dad yet, and I blocked the school’s number on his phone so he wouldn’t find out on his own.”

Oh, boy. That sounded serious. Should I be worried? “What happened?”

Phil paused, lowering his gaze to the floor while his cheeks began to flush. “Can I whisper it since Grandma and Grandpa are here?”

I nodded and hunched over to have his lips reach my ear, hoping it wasn’t something too problematic to deal with.

He whispered, “I was caught having sex with two guys in the school bathroom. You know, in both ends, me in the middle. And my dad hates me now.”

My eyes widened because it was definitely not the news I had ever expected to hear from my nephew, yet for the second time since he had arrived here, but for a different reason, my bulge threatened to grow at the thought of such an illicit act. Maybe Phil really was rebellious, just as I’d thought, except for different reasons.

I tried to collect myself from the shock and made sure to stay calm enough to comfort him without judgment. It was good to know he was gay, or at least, not straight. That was one personal concern out the window because I could be myself more freely around him, provided that Mom and Dad remained in the dark about it.

Phil leaned into my ear again. “Sometimes, I can’t stop masturbating, and Dad says I have a sex problem that he can’t afford to deal with.”

Oh, no! A tent began to appear in my swim trunks from all this unintentionally horny information. My cock grew fully erect, and humiliation came over me in an instant, my face probably reddening now.

My nephew raised his eyebrows as soon as he noticed it.

Gay Family Incest Sex Mega-Bundle

Posted on December 16, 2022 by indieerotica

Nothing makes gay sex hotter than doing it with your family.

Whether it’s brothers, fathers and sons, or even larger generational gaps, when these men get horny, nothing gets between them and what they crave most—the taboo bonding of sex with forbidden men.

Included in this taboo collection are the following stories:
- Son Makes Three
- Father’s Day with the Birthday Boy
- Christmas Day with the Virgin Butt
- Ben’s Big Butt Cake
- Ben’s Big Mouth
- Ben’s Big Boy Butt
- Ben’s Big Heart
- Ben’s Big Experience
- A Silver Daddy for Two
- A Twunk Top for Two
- A Related Pair for Two
- Sin
- Release
- Punishment

This 71,000-word mega-bundle will keep you up late into the night, scratching that taboo itch.

Publisher’s Note:
These stories were previously published individually, as well as in the following collections: “My Himbo Son is My Life”, “Beachboy Twink Twins”, and “Punishing My Himbo Slut Brother”.

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.