u/PaternalGuidance

Part one: https://www.reddit.com/r/gayincest_stories/s/kfNGK1c0DY
Part two: https://www.reddit.com/r/gayincest_stories/s/dslY0AblCe This all started back in June. There is still a lot more to tell but it takes me a while to write these up.

My entire day at work I was busy daydreaming about training my son. There are so many things I want to do to him, but I know that I need to build up to it. The way he unapologetically stared at my cock this morning let me know who I truly is. He’s my boy, I love him, but he is also going to be my faggot.

I was so pent up that I cleared my lunch and closed the blinds in my office so I could stroke my dick. But I couldn’t let myself cum, I needed to save it for Kev. When I met with on of my engineers in the afternoon, he commented that I should have the building look at my vents because there was a musky smell in my office. I was almost tempted to let him know that he was smelling my junk. 

I had an obvious bulge in my pants most of the day, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way our height difference made it so that when we hugged his face was in between my hairy pecs and my cock was pressed up against his stomach. That tight little hairless body that makes me wonder whether his hole is completely smooth or if he’s got a a little strip of hair surrounding it. How his velvety little throat felt spasming on my cock while I held him down gagging. And he still had three inches he couldn’t reach yet. 

I wish I had my son under my desk. 

Driving home from work I was feral. I couldn’t help but pull my dick out. One of the few times you feel grateful you splurged for tinted windows. Thinking of my son getting ready and fantasizing himself about what I’m going to do to him.  He wasn’t working his summer job today so he’s probably been jerking that little dick of his all day thinking about it. 

He probably grabbed some of my workout clothes out of the hamper to sniff. I noticed that my sweaty underwear would go missing years ago, but never called him out for it because I know how horny that time is for a boy.

—

When I walked in from the garage, I kicked off my shoes but didn’t take off my shirt like I usually do.   I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. The door was already open. Standing in the doorway I could see Kevin laying on his stomach on the bed, arching his back so that his little ass perked up, his hair still wet from the shower with his face pressed into a pillow. I know what he wants, and god I want to give it to him but he’s going to have to work up to that.

“Undress me, son” he turned his head toward me looking a little disappointed I didn’t just pounce on him. “Yes, dad”. As he got off the bed I noticed he shaved his bush and the only hair he had left was on his head. He came over to me in the doorway and started reaching for my belt buckle. “Take off my shirt first” his hands lingered at my belt buckle for a second before he reached up almost above his head to undo the top button of my shirt.

He worked his way down the buttons exposing more and more of my hairy torso before walking behind me and pulling the blue dress shirt off of me. Kev came back around front and looked up at me while he reached toward my belt buckle. I gave him a nod of approval and he undid the buckle and pulled the belt out through the loops of my slacks, setting it on the dresser. He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants revealing a bit of my now rock hard cock bulging through my tighty whities. He pulled them down to my ankles and I kicked them off to the side.

My giant bulge was completely exposed in my underwear. I had been leaking precum all day, so there was a big wet spot that made the tip of my cock almost completely visible through the white fabric. Kevin immediately started caressing it through my underwear, but I raised my right foot for him to take off my sock and he obediently got down on his knees and pulled it off. After he took off the other one he stood up and started to pull down my underwear. When he got them down off of my meat, it weightily sprung back up, splattering a bit of accumulated precum onto his chest.

Before he could do anything else I walked over to the bed and laid down on my back. I motioned for him to come over. He straddled my hips so that my cock was resting on his lower back and started grinding into me, rubbing my big cock against his ass and his little guy against my furry abs. He was leaking himself.

“Turn around”. He spun himself around so that pale little cheeks were on my chest. I could see the precum my dick left on his lower back. When he started stroking my meat I let out a low grunt. I used my hands to spread his cheeks even though there isn’t much to spread. Nestled in that tight ass of his is a little eraser-pink hole, puckered up so tight I could not help but imagine how it gripped. It looks a lot like his mother’s. Not a hair in sight.

When I ran my thumb over it to feel its softness, he let out a little moan and it winked at me. I grabbed him his hips and pulled his ass onto my face.

He giggled a little bit, so I joked “I haven’t even started yet”. Still giggling a little bit he said “Your beard tickles”. I chuckled a bit myself before I ran my tongue around the edge of his hole, savoring his taste. When I started to open up his pretty pink hole with my thick tongue he gasped. He must be one of the tightest holes I’ve ever had. He was still stroking my meat. I pulled my beard out of his ass to say “Suck on it, son”. 

“I can’t reach”. I propped up my ass on a couple pillows to help with that, all while he was laying on top of me, his smooth body rubbing against mine. When I pulled his ass back onto my face he started exploring my foreskin with his tongue (the same way he woke me up yesterday). 

While I was opening up my boy’s tight little hole, he started working his mouth down further on my cock. He got to that same spot around 5 inches down and I can hear and feel him gagging on it, but he is a persistent fucker.

He pulls back a bit but keeps working the top of my dick before trying again and gagging at that spot, his gagging throat milking my cock head. 

After a few times, as he is gagging on it, I feel his little dick pulsing against my chest and his cum squirt onto my hairy abs. I’m a little impressed with myself, he came just from sucking my cock. “That’s my boy”.

He came up for air uttering “Fuck, dad…”. As he’s about to get back at it I give him a hard smack on the ass, earning a yelp out of him. “We are going to try a different angle, Kev”.

I pulled him off of me and put him in the bed next to me and stood up on the side. He knelt on the edge of the bed awaiting instruction. Rather than explaining to him, I grabbed him by his shoulders and put him on his back with his head hanging off the side of the bed. 

I pressed my dick down on his neck, with my balls against his chin. Appreciating that my dick The will make it all the way to between his clavicles and imagining his throat stretching to take me. “This usually works better”. 

I step back a bit and squat down so that my cock is at this mouth level, and support myself with my hands on his shoulders. “Open up boy”. Obedient as ever he opens his mouth. I slowly thrust forward to feeling the warmth of his mouth around my tip. I get about five inches in right before that spot where he gags and let him suckle on it for a bit and get used to the position. 

“Get ready, son, I’m going to go deeper” I slowly lean in, feeling his lips moving further and further  toward the base of my dick. I quickly hear and feel him gagging on it. But this time, I push forward. His tight throat spasming on my dick, trying to push me out, as more and more of meat enters him.

Looking down I see his throat bulging to accommodate me. As more and more of my cock that enters his throat I can’t help but moan with how well it is milking my dick. 

Finally I feel his lips on the base of my cock. My big hairy balls resting against his eyes. I can feel him struggling, I feel his spit running down his face and onto my balls, but I hold there enjoying his warm tight throat wrapped around me with my hands still on his shoulders. “You’re doing great kid”.

I stay there for about 15 more seconds, savoring my son struggling on my dick. When I pull out, Kevin is gasping and sputtering. Even though he just came, I can see his little pecker standing up rock hard. 

“Looks like you enjoyed that” I said, swatting his dick before it springs back to its upright position. His face is covered in that thick deep throat spit as he regains his breath. “Now I know you can take it!”

I squat back down to get my dick at mouth level. I hear “Dad… please…” between breaths before filling his mouth. Now that I’ve warmed him up, I make him take it to the hilt again. But this time, I don’t hold it there. I pull out about half way before thrusting it back in balls deep. 

Again. Again. With each thrust I see his throat bulge, hear my balls slap against his face, and feel him getting closer and closer to earning my load. I always love fucking a throat but something about using my own son’s face like a pussy is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.

Feeling his throat grip my meat over and over and over. More and more spit dribbling out covering his face and my balls.

I made this throat. This is my boy. I feel a big load coming. I take a few more deep, grunting strokes before I hilt him again and hold him there. My crotch pushing his head into the side of the mattress as my balls twitch and I shoot my seed straight down my son’s throat for the second time. Even after I feel my last rope shoot into him, I hold him there for a second, making sure he doesn’t miss a drop. “You’re full of my cum again, son.”

When I pull out, he’s gasping and catching his breath again. His face red and even messier than before. I wipe some of the spit off my dick using either side of his face.

“I’m going to hit the gym” I tell him, looking down at the mess I made and admiring my work. As I’m walking to the bathroom to clean up, he rolls over and manages to catch his breath enough to say “Thank you dad”.

part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gayincest_stories/s/M6sxAh8ayN

part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/gayincest_stories/s/tTRDqzcUoh

After I was done using Kevin, I sent him to his room and sat back in my recliner satisfied. My now semi-hard dick still wet with his spit right where he left it. With my balls drained I felt good, but now I was seeing my son in a different light. I love him, I’m proud of him, I’ve known he was gay, but I didn’t know he would be such an eager cocksucker.

I see him in all of his wit, his personality, and everything I love about him, but I’m also now seeing him the way I see those new freshman who pop up on the grid eager for a daddy when I need to nut. Thinking about him laying in his bed with a belly full of the seed that made him and likely a bit of a sore throat. I didn’t even give him a taste I just shot down his throat. Thinking back on that made my dick twitch

I am not a kind sexual partner. The boys I use usually want to call me daddy but I’ll call them bitch or faggot. I don’t reciprocate. I like to have a get my dick wet and just use his own spit for lube. I take pride in sending a boy back to his room walking with a bit of limp from a rough pounding. I like conquering and now I’m thinking about my son. 

His tight little body. The physical differences between us: the fact the top of his head barely comes up to my chin, his smooth hairless body, and his dick less than half of mine. It all takes on new meaning when I think about conquering my son. 

Now I know how bad he wants me, but if he wants more - I have to make sure he is ready and knows what he is getting into. If he really wants to be my bitch, I will still love him and care for him, but I will make him my bitch. I got up, grabbed my clothes off the floor, and headed to bed.

—

I woke up at 6a.m. and made coffee and started making scrambled eggs for myself. Considering what happened last night I didn’t bother putting on my briefs like I usually did. When I finished his eggs, I put his eggs on the table and yelled up that breakfast was ready. After a moment I heard some stirring. He needs the protein.

I started enjoying my own coffee and eggs at the counter. Kev came down wearing just his pajama pants, looking a little groggy. “Good morning bud” I chimed turning toward him. When he saw that I wasn’t wearing anything he, he toon a look for a second but quickly averted his eyes and sat down to eat. “Morning dad” he said sounding chipper but I could tell he was avoiding eye contact.

Breaking the ice, I asked “How’s your throat feeling, Kev?” He stammered a bit but said “It was scratchy at first but it’s feeling better” looking a little flustered. “For a first timer you aren’t a bad cock sucker”. He smiled a little bit but hid his face in his hands. I want to have this conversation now.

I walked up and leaned my thighs against the table so that my meat rested on the table next to his plate. When he put his hands down he just stared at it, not looking away like he usually does. “How long have you wanted to suck your dad’s cock?”, lifting it up so that it slapped back onto the table. His face turned red in a way that made me start to chub up a bit.

“Ever since we’ve showered at the gym together” he let out, maintaining eye contact with my penis.  “Was it what you expected?”

“You are so much bigger up close.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

He reached out and a ran his hand over it before looking up at me. “I want to do it again, dad”. My dick twitched. 

“I love you, Kev. I want to make you happy, and I enjoyed your body, but you need to know what you are in for. I’m rough. If you want me be your daddy in that way, it won’t always be comfortable. If you are going to be my cocksucker, I’m going to use you like a cocksucker. I need you to know that I’ll love you and care for you either way.” 

He looked more confident than he had the rest of the morning “I want to be your cocksucker, dad”. I motioned for him to stand up for a hug. When I pulled him close my cock pressed against his belly and I kissed the top of his head.

I headed up stairs to get dressed for work. “When I get back, be showered and in my bedroom”

For some background I’m 42, 6’4”, white, go to the gym but a bit of dad bod at 230lbs, very hairy. I feel for my only son, Kevin, had him with my wife who was 5’0” who was Asian (she passed away when he was 5). 

He’s taken a bit more from her and seems to have capped out at 5’7”, pretty scrawny but I was too at his age. He’s got some more feminine features but he’s a cute kid. I know he’s a little self conscious about being shorter and not growing a beard or chest hair like me. 

A few years ago, when he apparently had not learned about incognito mode I learned he was watching gay porn. Honestly I was happy for him. Being bi myself, I know guys with his build can do better in the gay scene than they do with women.  

He still hasn’t come out to me, but I know everybody comes to terms at their own pace. Also dads can tell, and as I’ll tell you later, there were some clear signs. I kept tabs on what he was watching for a while and things he was exploring, which mostly seemed to be size difference, bear on twink style stuff. Honestly not too different from my own taste. But at some point he either learned to hide his browser history or just started looking on his phone. 

Moving to the present. We’ve lived in a college town, where my son is going next fall. The university has a nice gym that is a solid price, so that’s where I lift. I drag him with me once a week to try to put some meat on those bones and just to bond with him. This is where I started to get some more interesting signs. I’m used to getting some looks in the locker room, I’m well built, and I hang 6” flacid (and I know you boys want to know, I’m 8.5” hard). The showers at the university gym are open and I noticed that my boy seems to always be staring at my junk, longer than the looks I usually get in the locker room.

Kevin is still skinny but he’s bulked up to 155, gotten a bit more defined, and you can really see his cum gutters now. The only body hair he has is his bush. I’m happy for him that he got some of my dick genes, he’s hanging a few inches. So even though he doesn’t have his dad’s dick, he doesn’t have one of those button dicks you see on a lot of Asian guys. I can tell he tries to make his staring discreet but it’s pretty obvious. It seems more than idle curiosity.

This brings me to what made me think I had to do something. He hasn’t left porn history on the desktop in years, he has his own laptop and phone so there’s really know need for him to jerk off on there unless he really wants a big screen. He’s recently been leaving his history up. And it’s all dad son stuff and white asian race play. It feels deliberate because he hasn’t done this in so long. And honestly I can’t say this isn’t my type of stuff anyway. There is a reason a married his mom who was Asian and 16” shorter than me. 

One of the great things about living in a town in a big state university is that every fall a new class of fresh asses looking for father figures move in. Since my wife passed away almost 15 years ago, I haven’t really wanted a relationship. I’m bi but it’s just so much easier to have casual sex with men. Im starting to think my son is going to be one of the new asses on the grid this year. 

As I said last time, I’ve known my boy Kevin is gay for a while, but he’s started to give me some hints he needs some deeper paternal guidance. 

We are pretty casual about nudity, we’ve showered together at the gym before. It’s just us boys so we usually just hang out in our underwear at home. But since he’s testing the waters I figured I would as well. 

When I got back from my workout Kevin was laying on the couch in his briefs. Instead of going to my office like I usually do, I just stripped down and sat back in my recliner. Spreading my legs so my big hairy balls and meat were on full display. After a brief moment of gawking he averted his eyes and protested “Dad!”. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, my balls need to breathe”. He groaned and grabbed a blanket to put over his legs. I did shower at the gym but I know the smell of my junk fills up a room pretty easy. I felt bad enjoying how much he kept adjusting, clearly affected by my display. He was watching some scifi bullshit and I was tired from my workout so I drifted off pretty quick.

I started to wake up and was still groggy but I felt something warm on my meat and when I pry my eyes open, I see that my boy with my about an inch of my cock in his mouth. He’s ditched the briefs, kneeling on the floor in front of my chair rubbing his dick (doesn’t look like he’s much of a grower because he still looks about four inches). I was a little in shock but managed to keep my cool. At first he didn’t notice that I’d opened my eyes, he just kept exploring my foreskin with his tongue. I quickly started to engorge to my full size at the site of my boy working the dick that made him.

After giving him a minute to try to work it at full size I chimed in “You are going to have to take more than the tip”. He flinched a bit at the realization I was awake as if sucking my dick wouldn’t wake me up. He seemed a little stunned and took my tip out of his mouth. And my dick sprung up to its resting upward angle. It was quite a site to see my boy, with his father’s green eyes, looking up at me timidly with by big cock resting against his face. 

“Have you ever sucked a dick before?” I asked. He shook his head but didn’t manage to get out a word. “Do you want to be a cocksucker?” This time he managed to get out a quiet “for you…”. “Well you are going to have to swallow more than just the tip if you want to be a good one”.

Despite his timidness, he eagerly pulled my cock back into his mouth and started to try to work his way down. “Less teeth” I burst out, and he seems to wrap his lips around his teeth. A natural. “That’s my boy”. When he gets around the first 5 inches in he gags and pulls back a bit. The feeling of my son’s throat struggling around my cock head made me feel so proud of him. He went back to work trying three or four times to get past that point and gagging before he pulls back a bit. I love the feeling of a boy, my boy, gagging on it and it was bringing me to the brink. I hadn’t cum today so I was ready to unload. This time when he got to that point where he was gagging on it, I held his head down. The feeling of him struggling on it made me unload that same nut that made him straight down his throat. “Fuck” I exclaimed. After keeping his head there for another while to make sure he took every spurt, I let him go. He pulled off my dick and took a minute to regain his breath. “Good boy” he looked up at me needing. “This is when you thank me”. “Thank you dad”

part two: https://www.reddit.com/r/gayincest_stories/s/riMet1Egbu

part three:

https://www.reddit.com/r/gayincest_stories/s/tTRDqzcUoh