As always, please note that this is gay incest between father and son. Don't proceed if you're not on board. Otherwise, enjoy!
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I made so much progress over the past weeks and there was every indication that dad and I were getting closer.
Sure, I'd rushed a few things. It wasn't going to be an easy process regardless of how I handled it. There's so many barriers society places on us to prevent pairings like this from happening, and we hold to those barriers firmly. It's what makes us feel safe.
Even I was shocked how comfortable I was with it all. Coming to terms with my sexuality helped a bit, I'll admit. There's a rush of sexual energy that comes with unveiling a secret desire like this. There's a rush of sexual energy that comes with unveiling a secret desire like this, a need to act on these new found interests.
And the additional layer of incest was hard to get through at first. Dad was a friend and a safe comfort zone I could always rely on. I think it's those elements of our relationship that helped me push things further, wanting to expand on the baseline of love that was already there.
I just wanted him to be mine. Can you blame me?
Morning came quickly and I made an effort to get up before him. I kept just to my boxers despite the morning chill, rushing downstairs to the kitchen. I got the coffee maker running and brewing the way he'd want and cooked up some scrambled eggs with just the right amount of salt and pepper.
An apron came out, not doing much to cover my body but it still was fun to wear. As I thought of the previous night with father, a bump in the front of the apron would form, a smirk on my face as I just let it do as it pleased. It was fun to cook like this, partly nude and free.
As things came to completion, I heard a groan down the hall. Footsteps on the stairs followed soon after. He was a man of habit and I planned this meal at the perfect time.
I think it was time to the next phase into action.
Sleepyhead walked in rubbing his eyes, hair a mess as he rubbed the back of his head. His boxers struggled to contain the big morning wood he had going on, and the bulge only continued to inspire my own. A small wet spot indicated precum had slipped out. Have some wet dreams last night?
"Hey Bran." He mumbled.
Instead of replying, I walked up to him and sank to my knees. He nearly walked into me, confused for a moment.
Then I reached up and put my hands to his underwear. In seconds, I slid out his long manhood from the boxer's slit in front, smelling of the musk from a good night's sleep. It was semi-hard in my hands, a few wrinkles in the sides from how it had been folded up for hours.
"Bran, what are you... oh fuck."
That reaction was caused by yours truly. My lips found their favorite place on his cock head and quickly enveloped a few inches of shaft. They were soaking wet, since I could already tell he was a man who liked his BJ's sloppy.
My eyes fluttered up to watch the reaction of my handsome father. He was startled at first, a little big of disgust in his expression as this was once more pushing that familiar boundary. But then his eyes closed with content. Hands fell to the back of my head and though they didn't push, there was at least some encouragement.
Daddy liked my blowjobs! There might be some harsh words after, but he was definitely enjoying it for the time being. Our relationship had a bright future if he was accepting of this, taking out the context of watching porn.
Glug, glug, glug. I swallowed him with saliva slobbering in droves from my lips, covering his length down to the boxers seam. It wasn't easy for an inexperienced boy like myself to take so much, gagging as I went over the halfway mark and he started to hit the back of my throat.
There was a strange appeal in choking on him. It hurt and felt uncomfortable, obviously, but I found myself rock solid every time he plunged a little too deep. Maybe it was how he could assert his dominance over me, forcing the smaller boy to obey his whims. It might take a bit to get him comfortable with that, but a boy can dream.
"Fuck, Bran." He groaned out loud. His hips bucked with each thrust, forcing more saliva from my lips as it slid around the shaft.
I looked up and loved his expressions. He was in pure ecstasy, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, small moans sliding out whenever I took him deep. The stubble on his face from a lack of shaving did a lot for me, giving that rugged look that I had discovered I enjoyed in men.
"I'm... I'm going to cum..." He muttered between moans. His hands let go from behind my head, as if to be giving me freedom to get out of the way before his orgasm consumed him. Clearly we needed to reinforce that it wasn't necessary; I would swallow every drop happily.
I swallowed him deep over and over, and finally was blessed with my reward. Those huge balls emptied everything they had, shooting loads of thick warm orgasm down my throat. I held him deep as long as I could, trying to swallow and keep up with it all, eyes looking up to watch a man in bliss.
I slid him out when I realized I was about to gag on the amount of cum flowing out. The last few shots hit my face, splattering my nose and cheeks, dripping down slowly as I just looked at him in disbelief.
"Fuck, Dad." I was in awe as I looked over the rugged stud. "Don't hold anything back, do you?"
"Christ..." He stumbled over to a chair at the table and slid down, cock still hanging out and leaking. "Where did that come from? Were you watching porn without me down here?"
I shrugged as I got to my feet, grabbing a napkin to wipe his cum from my face. "No. I just wanted to give you a surprise. Did you like it?"
"I mean, yeah. It was great." He scratched his head. "It's just... do you enjoy doing that? Are you... you know... gay?"
His attempt at getting me to 'come out' was pretty hilarious, given the situation. I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm not sure a guy can willingly suck a guy's cock and not be considered gay. I didn't think I needed to really have a talk with you about that, given the last few weeks."
Dad sighed. "Yeah, I... I guess that makes sense. How long have you known?"
I wanted to reply Since you fucked me on the couch, but I doubt that would go over well. "I don't know. Few months, I guess. Just clicked for me."
It was a bit much for him to take in, staring out the window as he tried to digest it. "And the whole thing where you... you know... swallow cum. Is that-"
"It's just a thing I like." I cut him off. "Are you worried about me?"
"You're sucking me off now without warning. It's not exactly normal for you."
Fair enough. "Well, things are different. And if you're comfortable with it, I am too."
