Note: This story contains gay sex and incest.
Jamie woke with a shock of fearful realization. He had fallen asleep in the basement, naked and covered in his own cum. His mother or sister might see! He sat up fast as lightning and reached for his clothes, only to find that he was already dressed. He lifted his shirt and saw that he wasn't plastered with dry cum. His father must have returned to take care of his son after Jamie had fallen asleep.
With his shock dying down, the events of last night began to replay in Jamie's mind. He could hardly believe that he had done all that with his own dad. He had choked on his dad's cock and Dad had sucked him off while fingering him. He felt his pants getting tighter as the memories washed over him.
But Jamie was also awash with shameful failure. He had been so horny that he had allowed his dad to take advantage of him. He had wanted his dad to do it. He wanted his dad's body, his big, manly cock. And that was sick. He hated himself for letting his lust take over. His hand closed around his bulge as images of his dad's naked arousal appeared, unbidden, in his head. He had sunken into depraved perversity and he didn't know if he'd be able, or willing, to pull himself out of it.
Jamie absentmindedly rubbed his growing bulge as he straightened up on the couch. He heard his parents roaming around upstairs and he dreaded confronting them. He had slept in the basement, which was unusual, and he didn't know how he'd handle his mother's inevitable questions. And his dad... What would Dad be like, the morning after their illicit tryst?
Jesus, it had just occurred to Jamie that Dad had cheated on Mom, with their son. God, it was all so fucked up. But it was time to deal with the world. It was Saturday morning. Jamie headed upstairs and he forced thoughts of last night's encounter into the back of his mind.
His mother made breakfast for him, which he ate after deflecting her invasive inquiries. His little sister teased him about sleeping in his clothes. He felt his cheeks burning. The answer to their questions was Jamie's new secret burden, both a source of taboo pleasure and great humiliation. He worried that they could read it all of his face, but neither mother nor sister seemed to notice.
He was additionally nervous because he was sitting across from his father. Dad made idle-chit chat as though his teenage son didn't have a gut-full of his daddy-cum. Dad read some headlines out loud to the family, like he hadn't, just hours previously, had his finger shoved up his son's asshole.
Jamie struggled to sort out this new understanding of his father. The man he had known his whole life, the man who raised him, was now inserted into Jamie's sexual psyche and the eighteen year old couldn't process that.
After quickly finishing his meal, Jamie rushed upstairs to shower. As the afternoon wore on, his thoughts were a melee of homework, sex, shame, his future at college, and his friends. He finally pulled himself together enough to get out and hang with his buddies. This proved enough distraction that he was able to forget about his troubles, at least until he pulled into his driveway that night. Then it all came flooding back.
Jamie walked into the dark house. His parents and sister had gone to bed and he was grateful that he didn't have to confront his father. Jamie found himself in the living room, watching TV. He didn't want to retreat to the basement to revisit all the strange emotions of the previous night. He tried not to remember that fiasco, but his raging hormones wouldn't let him forget. He was getting hard as thoughts of those horrible, wonderful events flooded his mind. He groped at his dick through his shorts, eyes closed and reliving last night in his head, despite himself. Touching Dad's cock. Sucking it. Dad fingering his ass...
"Hey, buddy," Dad's voice cut through Jamie's horned-up, dreamy state. In his shock, he tried to cover the bulge in his shorts as Dad came closer.
"Don't you think we're past that?" Dad said, reaching down to pull Jamie's hands away from the protruding shape. Jamie felt so stupid for letting his hormones take control and allowing himself to get caught again.
"I thought you were in bed," Jamie said with an edge to his voice.
Dad sat next to his son on the couch and said, "I was. I heard you come in. I was kinda hoping..." He placed a hand on Jamie's bare knee. Jamie started down at his leg while the hand moved upward, fingers sneaking into the leg of his shorts. As if on automatic, Jamie parted his legs slightly, allowing Dad's digits to slither along his bare inner thigh, deeper into his shorts.
"We had such a good time last night. I've been dreaming about being with a young, fit guy like you for years. Then I finally notice that my own son is a horny gay god living under my own roof."
Dad made contact with Jamie's mounded underwear pouch. The teen, partly inviting, partly relenting, opened his legs wider. His father's grip closed around his teen bulge. His cock was reacting, filling out his basket under Dad's massaging hand.
"Mmm," Dad hummed as he held his son's swelling snake. "I'm glad you're just as eager and I am." Just like that, Dad was groping his son's hard-on again. Within five minutes of coming in the front door, Jamie's dad had his hand up his son's shorts, fondling his stiffy.
Withdrawing his hand and moving to his sons' fly, Dad popped the button and unzipped. Jamie's blue briefs stretched around his hard, teen cock. Dad palmed Jamie's underwear-bulge and slipped his other hand up Jamie's shirt, as if to take it off. The intensity had gone up a notch as Dad attempted to undress his son right there in the living room.
"Let's get these cloths off. I wanna see your hot little soccer body," Dad whispered lewdly.
"Jesus, Dad, you're so gross," Jamie replied. "But Mom..." said said, glancing in the direction of his parents' bedroom. "Shouldn't we go downstairs?"
"Don't worry about her," Dad said. It was the only reassurance he gave before tugging at his son's shorts.
Jamie reluctantly lifted his butt and Dad pulled the shorts all the way down to his feet. The boy watched his father continue to manipulate his inflating snake, rubbing its length through the tight, blue fabric. His other hand swooped under his T-shirt, exposing Jamie's toned abdomen and chest.
"Damn, you really are so sexy," Dad said, fondling his half naked teenage son. Jamie only moaned in response under his father's groping touch. "This is a dream come true for me."
"Fuck, Dad," Jamie complained. "I'm your fucking son."
"You're my gorgeous, teenage son, with a big dick that seems pretty eager at the moment," Dad responded with faux-incredulity. "You're my teen son who seems to enjoy dick as much as I do."
"Fucking Christ..." Jamie murmured, so embarrassed at his dad's perverted horniness. Even still, Jamie did nothing to resist his father's fondling hands.
"Let's get this shirt off you... unless you don't want your degenerate dad to worship this tight little body of yours," Dad teased.
Jamie, red faced, avoided eye contact, but lifted his arms nonetheless. Dad removed the shirt. The older man's eyes drank in the sight of his son's defined chest and taut abdomen. Jamie felt like a piece of meat as his dad's gaze bored into the teenager's slender form. Dad absorbed every detail of his son's smaller, athletic body, from his strong, but not-too-thick thighs to the pretty face.
The older man leaned in and licked at his son's nipple. He moved his hand away from Jamie's briefs up to his other nipple. He gently pinched one while sucking on the other. Jamie bit his lip to stop himself from crying out. Still, a strangled whimper escaped as his Dad toyed with his sensitive nubs.
He found his eyes drawn to his father's groin. He saw Dad's pants tented outwards. Dad had gotten so hard just from touching his son. A fresh wave of red washed across the young man's face as he accepted that his teen body was really a big turn on for Dad. And, likewise, Jamie had more than a curiosity to explore his dad's body. He eyed that big tent, picturing the big slab of dad-meat hidden inside.
Generally, Jamie resisted his dad's cringey attempts to engage with his moody teenage son. Jamie knew that his dad would love reciprocation, and part of him wanted to resist, to prove Dad wrong and assert dominance. But Jamie was weak to his own desires. He moved a hand to his father's pants, easily finding the hidden monster and fingering the big lump.
"Oh yeah, Jaimie. That's the way," Dad said. The older man sat up, undid his pants and peeled his fly open, allowing his son better access. Jamie's hand slipped right in, groping at Dad's big pole through his underwear. Dad, meanwhile, tugged at Jamie's underwear, nudging the boy to lift his butt. And just like that, Dad had his son stripped completely naked now, his raging teen boner hovering just above his tight tummy.
Jamie was glad for his dick to finally be free, but felt vulnerable. He was naked, except for his shorts and undies around his ankles, and Dad was still fully clothed. Jamie was a present that had been unwrapped. And now Dad was going to play with his toy. Jamie had resigned himself to his fate. He was under his dad's full control.
Placing a hand on either of his son's thighs, Dad opened his boy up. Jamie felt lightheaded as Dad's fingers snaked between his legs, under his hanging balls, and pried their way between his cheeks. Jamie slouched a bit, swinging his knees wide apart, allowing his father better access. The man's fingertip slipped deeper and tapped at his boy-hole. He raised his hips involuntary, desperate to feel Dad's fingers inside.
The older man put his other arm around his son's shoulders and leaned in to kiss Jamie's neck. Meanwhile, Dad's fingers pried at his tight anal ring. He tried to keep himself open so his body could welcome the invaders. And in an instant, his ring was pierced, the two fingers had entered. His hole clamped down on the digits as he felt the burning. Two of Dad's thick digits were a lot to take in so suddenly, but Jamie wanted it so badly. His cock drooled a dollop of precum onto his flat stomach. Dad's hot breath and wet kisses on his neck gave him goosebumps. He felt the fingers press inward again, sliding up his chute. Bit by bit, his hole filled up with his Dad's fingers and his teen cock grew impossibly stiff.
Dad's moist lips retreated and he looked down at his boy. Some inner instinct drove Jamie to turn his head toward Dad's. When the older man saw Jamie's longing expression and parted lips, he moved in. Dad's tongue slipped between his son's lips. Jamie was making out with his dad as the man fingered his asshole. His dick bobbed in the air with the boy's quick pulse.
Cutting through the physical sensations was a desire to behold his dad's pillar. As they kissed, Jamie slipped his hand into Dad's underwear and held tightly to his hard man-meat. Dad pulled back, just enough to separate their lips.
