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.