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Unlike last time. This time, when I was invited, I was told to be discreet because the mom was sleeping in the other bedroom and if she walked in, it wouldn't be good for any of us. I was in because I love sneaky encounters like these.

They let me through the backyard door and I top toed my way up. The dad and the son were in bed. The son was in a speedo while the dad was in a panties because he wanted to try feminization. It was fine with me since I like feminization sometimes. They also tossed me a pill of Viagra to keep the session long. I asked them if they wanted to do anything special this time, but sadly they just wanted me "to breed them like I'm trying my level best to make them pregnant" however the reason they gave me Viagra was because they wanted me to breed time twice. Once with my 6" dick and once with an ultra-realisitic, silicon 9" dick strap-on.

I got to work. First the dad rimmed the son to make his hole loose and separated the cheeks to make way for my dick. I thrusted for 6 minutes with my real dick and came in his ass. At that point he was already leaking with my cum, Viagra did wonder in increasing my load. Then I was instantly hard again because the dad was exploring my body with his manly hands, I put my strap on and thrusted again, this time the moans were louder and more painful but in a pleasing way, when I was about to cum, I took off the strap on and came. The cum was leaking on the bed sheets. The son was panting restlessly with a slight smile and all sweaty. He put his finger in his asshole and tasted my cum. Which was erotically very hot for me.

Then came the dad. I was extra energetic with him because seeing the son so pleased from me made me more horny haha. It was the same as the son but the dad requested that I verbally degrade him by calling him sissy slurs so I did. I have a big kink for humiliation and degradation. Thus I slapped him around and pulled his hair tightly while I fucked his muscle ass like a sissy slut he is. The son rimmed me while I fucked his dad which was really hot. At the end we three were sitting on the bed, all sweaty. Kissing and cuddling. The son and dad even gave each other a blowjob.

Based in Canada btw! ;). Gonna go back soon hehe

Part 4 - https://www.reddit.com/r/gayincest\_stories/s/Deo4gRRVRh

Theo

‘We just kissed.’ The words don’t sound real coming out of Jamie’s mouth.

He laughs nervously again and wipes his hands down his face.

The water bubbles around us.

I become aware of our feet still touching.

I force myself to look in his direction, but my focus lands somewhere beyond him, on the dark outline of the trees.

‘Sorry.’ Is all I can say.

‘Don’t apologise.’ His response is quick, surprisingly forceful.

I’m way too hot. I feel like I need to launch myself into the nearest lake. Before I even realise what I’m doing, I’m pushing myself up to get out of the hot tub. My foot slips against the wet step.

I catch myself.

So does Jamie.

His hands clamp around my waist instinctively, steadying me before I can fall. The warmth of his grip burns through me even more than the water did.

‘Careful.’ His voice comes out softer than I expect.

I can’t look at him properly. I mumble a thank you, wrap myself in a towel, and head inside before my body completely gives me away.

I grip the kitchen counter, my breathing heavy. Even the cold air isn’t helping.

I squeeze my eyes closed. All I can see is the kiss. My fingers brush over my lips.

This is fine. Just a silly drunken mistake. I repeat it to myself, trying to believe it.

The damp footsteps on the linoleum floor tell me Jamie’s behind me.

‘You alright?’ He sounds wary, hesitant.

‘Yeah.’ I manage.

A pause.

‘You sure?’

No.

His footsteps get closer. I turn to head towards the bedroom, but he grabs my forearm.

I turn to face him, scanning his face. I lean in, and stop.

What am I doing?

I lean in again and push my lips against his. His hand tangles in my hair as he kisses me back.

As we separate a wave a relief washes over me, as if I’d been carrying that weight for years. Jamie’s eyes flick from my lips and meet mine, a hint of a smile on his face.

‘Guess we’re not pretending that didn’t happen then.’ His face is so close I can feel his breath. Heat rushes to my face and I look down, a smile also spread across my face.

He backs up slightly. ‘I’m going to get changed.’ My eyes don’t leave him as he heads to the bedroom. My breathing finally returns to normal.

I’m half-watching the film we put on the TV. I haven’t taken in a single thing that’s happened on screen.

Jamie’s shoulder is pressed against mine. Since the hot tub it feels as if we’ve barely spent any time not touching. It feels strangely normal.

It feels… right?

Jamie shifts, lying down on the sofa and resting his legs across my lap. As I pretend to watch the film, I find my thumbs gently kneading his soft soles.

He moans lightly. ‘That’s nice.’ He looks up at me. ‘I loved it when you did this when we were younger.’ He gives me a sleepy smile.’

‘You look tired,’ I say.

He nods.

There’s barely room for one person in the bathroom of this place. I’m hunched over the tiny sink brushing my teeth when Jamie squeezes in beside me, taking up what little space there is.

My elbow presses against his chest as he stands beside me at the toilet.

I keep brushing, my eyes wandering sideways now and then, no longer nervous enough to stop myself.

Jamie laughs softly.

‘It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.’

Heat creeps into my face. I spit into the sink and shove my elbow into his side until he finally laughs and backs out of the room.

I’m conscious of both Jamie and myself as we undress ready for bed. If anything, I want him to see me now.

My eyes linger on him as he pulls off his t-shirt. The dim light of the room catches the dusting of dark hair spread across his chest.

I gulp as he pulls down his shorts, now wearing nothing but tight white briefs.

He catches me staring. I don’t look away, and neither does he.

He smiles.

But it’s different.

Wanting?

I keep his gaze as I continue undressing. It’s not long before his eyes drift down my body too.

I hover over the light switch, taking him in one last time.

Darkness.

I face Jamie in bed. His hands reach out tentatively, gently gliding over my chest. He pulls himself closer.

‘You’re staring again.’ He whispers.

My eyes squint in disbelief. ‘You can’t even see me!’ I try to keep my voice to whisper.

He laughs. ‘I just know.’

I smile, and press my lips against his. My hand exploring his back before making its way into his hair and pulling him closer.

His mouth opens, allowing my tongue to briefly explore.

When we pull away I’m breathless, my forehead resting against his. I can’t help but be glad the lights are out. I’d hate for him to see how much I liked that.

‘This is mad.’ I whisper. He steals another kiss.

‘Doesn’t feel wrong though.’ He replies.

His hands roam down my back, glide across the fabric of my underwear, before coming to rest in the small of my back.

‘Good night.’ I peck him on the lips and snuggle into him. His arms wrapping around me tightly.

‘Good night.’

Right bare with me. Lot to digest. Me and my brother live in England and we are ‘straight’ - it’s the only way to put it. We’ve always had girlfriends. I recently broke up with my girlfriend and did start browsing through gay porn. So curious is the best answer.

Our dad became really poorly and it was a big shakeup and around this time we bonded more as a family.

I dunno what came over me when I was drunk one night and my brother was in the shower but I did go to check if anyone was in the bathroom before going in by looking through the door crack and there he was. Naked and wet. I stepped back but then I did go and have another look. I put my hand down my pants and watched him wash himself. I went to bed and felt shit.

Now I cannot see him in any other way yet I’ve always seen him naked over the years and I haven’t batted an eye lid but now I’ve seen that for some reason I couldn’t see him in any other way. So the shower door crack was my new porn. The second time I managed to wank to him a lot before edging and then busting in my bed.

Now the third arousal changed the direction. I went to the shower crack in my dressing gown only.
I was mid wank and he darts out of the shower, darts out of the bathroom with a towel and runs to downstairs because he had let something in the oven. He clearly seen me and shouted “what are you doing?!” And I just froze. Nothing was discussed from that.

The 4th arousal was me completely avoiding the shower and when he was at work and yeah you guessed it. Underwear and his bed. I unbuckled my jeans, socks, shirt off and climbed into his unmade bed. Blew the load there on my chest. Now I dunno to this day if this was noticed or something because this is what happened next.

I came downstairs naked in dressing gown about a week later to make cereal and he came home drunk from town soaked from the rain. He asked me to help him. So i untied his shoes and took off one trainer and then the second. And both socks as they were soaking wet. I went to the washing machine to put them in and he followed me and said “you forgotten the rest, it’s all wet” I froze. I unbutton his shirt gliding my fingers down his chest a bit and tattoos and put the shirt in the wash. Then I said “are you wanting the jeans off?” He said yeah barely able to stand up. I didn’t hesitate and unbuckled his belt and jeans. I tried to get them over his arse but they just dropped to the floor with a thud. I got on my knees and looped them over both feet and place them into the washing machine. I stood back up and pour milk into my cereal. The minute I took the first bite he said “and the rest” I said “I’m sure you can take them off yourself” and then he slowly lowered his boxers and his cock flopped out and they dropped to the floor. He staggered but he picked them up and threw them at me. I put them in the washing machine and when I came back up he walked closer to me and he kissed me.

I never felt like that over a guy especially my older brother. It was firstly soft with his big lips and then the tongue came in and it was passionate. He held the back on my head and I held his waist. It must of been about 20 seconds but it felt longer.

When he pulled away from my lips. He staggered again and leaned against the worktop. I just felt a rush and dropped my dressing gown. Now me and my brother were stood in the kitchen butt naked in the early hours of the morning. When the dressing gown hit the floor he looked at my body. I didn’t hesitate and i slowly felt his cock. I rubbed it and it felt amazing. He then grabbed mine. And essentially we jacked each other a little bit. He then suddenly walked off upstairs without saying a word.

I literally didn’t know what to do with myself

I tried to go to his room but it was locked 🔒

Did the bed wank make him realise I wonder?

This story will simple and short as I only intend to tell the first time me and my dad did some stuff together, but it still is really hot and gives me such good memories.

It was around 2022, it was a simple evening like any other. I live with my dad, his girlfriend and my sister. As usual, I was on my bedroom, really horny. So, I needed to get it over with. I got naked on my bed, I started jerking off, and eventually started fingering myself too. Then...the unexpected happened.

My dad opened the door to my bedroom while I was on the middle of it all. My 20cms dick as hard as it can get, my index finger well inside my ass, my body trembling, I was breathing hard. My dad ALWAYS knocks the door before entering, but for whatever reason he didn't do it that time, I don't know if he just forgot, or if he wanted to say something urgent, the truth is he caught me right in the act.

In that moment, I felt really embarrassed, I had never fantasized with my dad before that, so I just felt as ashamed as you can get when you get caught in the middle of a wank. I was paralyzed. It might've been 2 seconds, but it felt like 2 hours. He didn't say a single word, and automatically closed back the door.

I don't know how much time happened, I was in shock and astonished, but not that long and my dad opened back the door. He still couldn't say a single word, but something was different. He had a huge bulge in his pants. I didn't mean to look at it, but it was way too evident. He checked through the aisle, made sure nobody was near, made a step inside my bedroom, and closed the door right behind him.

The clock kept on running. And still neither of us, had said a single word. I honestly didn't know what he wanted. I fully believed he was a 100% straight, religious man. He sat on the border of my bed, grabbed my dick and started jerking it off. He watched it as he was in awe. I couldn't move, I was completely flabbergasted. But I enjoyed it.

He then stripped off his jeans and boxer, a huge cock came out. Hard as hell, already leaking. I grabbed it. We wanked together, he fingered me. And he came all over my naked body. That was the first time, but not the last.

I'm open to any comment/question that you all might've down here. Or to chat. Thanks for reading!

This happened 2 years ago when I was 23 and my cousin was 21. Previously at a family reunion I gave him a BJ to help him see if he liked guys since he would watch gay porn sometimes. Turns out he started watching gay porn a lot more after the blowjob and texted me that he wanted to try more things with me. Since we live close to each other I told him during the summer when we both have time off we could fool around. So during summer we used the excuse that we were hanging out to fool around at his house when they were at work. I do have to say some of the times I would get there right before they left and talk to them and tell them goodbye then not even 5 minutes later I was making out with there son and sucking his cock. We started easy with me jerking him off and making out but after a my 4th time coming over I wore some lingerie and he was ready to lose his virginity. His first time I was on top and he lasted about 10 minutes and came inside though he was wearing a condom. But by the end of summer he had me bent over fucking me hard raw. Things did escalate by him having me wear some of his mom’s panties but I honestly could say no after he started fucking me and calling me mommy. He came out to his parents as gay a few months back and has a boyfriend now though we still fool around if we ever have free time.

so it began with my parents wanting to go on a solo holiday because they have had a rough couple of months. they told me that i was going to stay with my uncle, the last time i saw him was when i was very small i can’t even remember what he looks like.

so i packed my bag the night before and of course i had to take my dildo as well no way i was leaving that behind.

my parents dropped me off outside my uncles and waved goodbye as they drove off, it was in the rough part of town i’d never been here before always thought it was too dangerous to go alone. i ring the doorbell and after a couple of seconds this 6ft 6 muscular man opened the door he greeted me and his voice was the deepest i’ve ever heard.

once we got inside we talked about life and what we’ve both been doing recently so on and so on, until he complained he was hot and took his t shirt off. i couldn’t concentrate at all, all i could focus on was his body, he was wearing tight gym shorts that’s when i noticed his bulge and said i needed the toilet and rushed away to calm down.

i couldn’t stop thinking about his bulge it was HUGE i could see the outline of the tip, i told myself i had to calm down ive not even been there one day and hes my fathers brother, after that i told my uncle was pretty tired and needed an early night he gave me a tight hug and his bulge was touching my stomach im only 5ft flat and i hugged him tighter to feel it press into me, my hands around his sweaty musky body and i could feel his cock twitch and get slightly hard, he then rushed off to take a shower,

i rushed back to my room and unpacked my things trying to distract myself, but then i found the dildo i stuck it to the wall and got on my knees and instantly started to deepthroat and gag on it thinking about my uncles dick.

he wakes up super early to go to the gym, our rooms are next to each other and there’s a door in between them both connecting them, you can see through the key hole, i sneaked over the the door hoping he would think i was asleep when i looked through he was sat on the edge of the bed facing the door stroking his huge dick slowly, i was stunned again, the thickness the length the veins popping out, i wanted craved and was dying to suck that huge dick, then he started throbbing, his body tightened and he blew giant load onto the wooden floor, he got up and went for a shower, i had to do it i snuck into the room from mine got down on my hands and knees and tasted my uncles still hot load from the floorboards, i felt like a cheap whore i was eating my own uncles cum, i savoured every drop like it was water in a desert, then i rushed back to my room, rolling my tongue around my mouth.

Part 3 - https://www.reddit.com/r/gayincest\_stories/s/TRWqgSHnvi

Jamie

His back’s pressed against my chest. My arm is wrapped around him. One of his legs is in between mine.

I know it shouldn’t, but it actually feels nice.

Memories of the previous day, mostly dominated by Theo, come and go. His breathing tells me he’s still asleep, so I don’t move, not wanting to wake him.

Eventually he starts to stir, his breathing changes, he starts to move. He presses further into me at first, before he freezes and starts to tense.

I mimic his movements, as if I’m only just waking up too, stretching my arms and allowing a bit of space between us.

‘Sorry bud, I must have grabbed onto you in the night.’ I try to keep my voice light. ‘And, uh… sorry about the perfectly natural morning situation going on there.’ I laugh, but I’m not convinced it sounds genuine.

Theo doesn’t say anything, but I hear a slight laugh. He rolls over, looking like he’s still half asleep.

‘How’re you feeling?’ I ask, remembering how the night ended.

‘Not as bad as I expected, which I’ll take.’ He says with a sleepy smile.

Making it downstairs just in time to say goodbye to most of the guests earned a stern look from dad, oops.

Theo and I awkwardly hugged and said goodbye to family that we may never see again. I think he’s got some hangover anxiety, he’s barely left my side all morning.

The last of the guests leave, but I linger to say goodbye to Theo, until who knows when.

‘Are you heading back to dad’s?’ He asks, still close.

‘Nah, I’ll leave them to have some time to themselves.’ I reply, the undertone not intentional. Theo looks grossed out. ‘You off back to London?’

‘No, I booked a few days off since I was travelling so far.’

I eye him suspiciously. ‘Doing what?’

‘I’ve booked a shepherd’s hut, in the Yorkshire Moors.’

I’m taken aback. He hasn’t wanted to spend more time together?

‘You going on your own?’ I say it as casually as I can.

Silence. He’s rubbing one shoe against the other, as if he’s trying to knock something off, but nothing’s there.

‘Do you want to come?’ He doesn’t look up as he asks.

My chest tightens. My answer is yes, instantly yes.

It’s not often I’d bite someone’s hand off, but this is one of those times. But is he just inviting me because I hinted?

‘I don’t have plans, and it’d be good to hang out more after so long. But if you wanted time on your own then go ahead.’ I try not to scare him off.

He looks up at me now. He’s smiling, but I think he’s suppressing a bigger one. Like me when I saw him across the bar after all this time.

‘Yeah, come. When do we ever get chance to do this?’ He looks sheepish. ‘There is only a double bed though, but I suppose we’re past that now.’

Is he trying to convince himself of that?

‘Ohhh… so I get a little spoon for a bit longer?’ I brush my hand against his, intertwining our fingers slightly. He looks down, but doesn’t pull back.

‘I’m so glad your dad had a great day!’ The sudden interruption sends my heart into my stomach. I jump away from Theo, snatch my hand back, rub my neck awkwardly. Way to not look guilty.

But what am I guilty of?

I turn to see Aunt Mabel, who cornered us the night before the wedding, waddling towards the exit.

‘See you boys!’ She waves, then she’s gone.

My senses start returning to normal. I steal a look at Theo, also looking flustered.

‘Right.’ I start, with my chirpy voice. ‘Let’s get our stuff in the car.’

By the time we leave the motorway behind, Theo’s relinquished control of the music to me, something that never used to happen.

The awkwardness from the wedding weekend has faded into something easier.

We stop at a tiny village supermarket to buy food for the next couple of days. Theo throws random things into the trolley like he’s never cooked in his life. I mostly follow him around trying not to stare at him.

I tease him about wanting to buy posh food now that he lives in London. He brushes past my shoulder in the narrow aisle.

The shepherd’s hut sits on the edge of a field beside dense woodland, with a tiny outside area, flowers, and a snug hot tub steaming quietly beside it. There hasn’t been a town, village, or even a house for miles.

We unpack the shopping together into the tiny kitchen, Theo reaching around me to put things in their place. He’s joking and laughing, so much more at ease than two days ago.

‘That hot tub is calling me.’ I stare out the window, watching the steam rise from underneath the hot tub lid.

‘Once these have chilled, we can have some while we have a soak.’ Theo replies.

I look over at him. He’s crouched down stocking the under-counter fridge with bottles of beer and wine. My eyes are drawn to his denim jeans, the fabric pulled tight, the waistband sitting low enough to reveal a strip of pale skin. My eyes linger. My mouth goes dry.

We make a start on cooking some food. I quickly settle into the role of sous chef, chopping meat and vegetables while Theo handles the cooking - he seems to know what he’s doing. In the cramped kitchen he squeezes behind me to get to the stove, the warmth of him pressing against me for a fleeting moment.

Theo insisted on opening a bottle of wine to drink while we cooked, saying it was the law when on holiday. I didn’t put up a fight.

Sitting opposite him while we eat, I find myself watching him. The way he eats carefully and methodically, making sure he has a piece of everything on his fork. He catches me staring, looks self conscious, but smiles shyly.

The glow of sunset warms the hut and, after confirming the beers are cold, we head into the hot tub. I slide in, realising there’s even less space inside than there looks. A broken jet means that Theo sits next to me, rather than opposite, to get the full benefit.

Theo settles in beside me and immediately our knees touch. I expect him to pull away, but he remains and leans back, relaxing in the warmth.

‘This is perfect.’ He sighs, taking a sip from his bottle.

I take him in. ‘Yeah.’ My voice comes out quieter than I mean it to.

The sun has almost disappeared now, stars becoming visible in the darkening sky.

‘I can’t believe we let ourselves drift so far apart.’ I stare up at the stars, taking in the night sky.

‘I know, I’ve missed this.’ Theo replies.

‘Thanks for letting me come along.’

‘I’m glad you did.’

Our feet brush together under the water. Neither of us move them apart.

‘It’s a shame we’ve only got a couple of days.’ I say, keen not to let the inevitable end of the trip ruin the first day.

We’re looking at each other now. I’m vividly aware of the silence all around us.

‘I’ll make sure we do more of this.’ He almost whispers. We’re still looking at each other.

Silence settles between us again, heavier this time.

Theo’s still looking at me. Not awkwardly. Not nervously. Just… looking.

The bubbling water shifts our legs together again beneath the surface. My eyes flick down to his mouth before I can stop myself.

I swear I see his breathing change.

Neither of us move away.

Somehow the space between us disappears.

His lips brush mine softly at first, tentative enough that either of us could still pull back and pretend it never happened.

But then he kisses me properly.

Warm.

Careful.

Real.

My stomach flips and I pull back too fast, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I look down at the water, the lights dancing underneath. A small, disbelieving laugh escapes my lips.

Neither of us move.

The only sound comes from the bubbling water around us.

‘Jamie…’ Theo trails off softly.

I finally look back at him.

‘We just kissed.’ I whisper.

Part 2 - https://www.reddit.com/r/gayincest_stories/s/BEA3RWc4k5

Theo

The first thing I see when I open my eyes is Jamie, sleeping.

A smile creeps across my lips.

Last night’s conversation comes back to me. I’m relieved that things won’t be as tense between us today. I get up, trying to keep noise to a minimum, and head to the bathroom.

When I return, Jamie’s awake and stretching, revealing a thick patch of underarm hair.

‘Morning Theo.’ He says whilst yawning. I feel eyes on me as I make my way back into bed.

‘Sorry if I woke you.’

‘It’s that heavy stream of yours, who could sleep through that? It hasn’t let up as you’ve gotten older has it?’ He jokes, lightly punching my arm. Embarrassment spreads through me, and I feel my face heating up.

‘No I guess not.’ I mumble, laughing awkwardly.

Jamie says he’ll shower first, jumps out of bed and heads to the bathroom. I wait for the click of the door, but it doesn’t come.

The sound of cascading water, the creak of the shower door closing.

I glance to the bathroom and see the door is slightly ajar, steam creeping into the room.

My pulse quickens, my mouth suddenly dry. I turn onto my side facing the bathroom, pretending to scroll through my phone. My attention keeps switching back to the open door every few seconds.

I’m pretty sure I can’t see anything. Nothing but vague movement behind the steamed-up shower screen and drifting steam. I’m looking at my phone anyway, not that.

The water stops. My breath catches.

The shower door creaks again. Then a flash of skin as he grabs a towel.

‘What time are we heading to breakfast?’ He calls.

‘Erm, 9 I think.’

My eyes stay fixed on the screen.

I look again. Seeing clearly the contrast between his sun-kissed back and pale cheeks. My eyes flick to the mirror and meet Jamie’s for a second.

Shit. I can hear my pulse in my ears. My breathing quickens, temperature rising.

‘You never could resist staring.’ Jamie jokes. I squeeze my eyes closed in embarrassment.

Jamie comes out of the bathroom, towel tied casually around his waist, low enough to reveal the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath it. He catches my eye as he rounds the bed.

‘Bathroom’s all yours bud.’

From the back my eyes trace from his damp hair, pushed back, to his broad shoulders, to the base of his back where the tan fades into pale skin beneath the towel.

I return to the bedroom, after showering, in a similar state to Jamie, though feeling unusually self conscious about my body. He’s now wearing his trousers, and messing with his hair in the room’s full-length mirror.

I see his reflection. His eyes travel over me once before meeting my gaze.

‘How’ve you managed that?’ He asks, smirking. Turning around, he licks his thumb, and stands within half a foot of me.

I freeze, caught off guard. My breathing quickens. The smell of the mint toothpaste on his breath all I can focus on.

He wipes his thumb at the corner of my mouth.

‘Toothpaste.’ He clarifies, holding my gaze for what feels like a second too long. ‘All gone.’ He smiles and turns back around.

The room feels uncomfortably warm. Or maybe that’s just me. After fumbling around with my tie, I finally feel like I’m ready to head downstairs. I do a final check in the mirror.

Jamie comes up behind me, close enough that I’m sure I felt his thigh on mine. He reaches round me, pulling each side of my collar and adjusting them slightly. The room is getting even hotter, I need to speak to reception about the air conditioning.

‘Perfect.’ He smiles. ‘Let’s go down.’

The day’s been a whirlwind. It’s finally at the point where people stop rushing around and can actually enjoy themselves. Drinks have been flowing, and everyone seems to be having a good time.

I’m not much of a drinker, so I’m already feeling the buzz. Everyone is congregating outside.

Jamie passes me a bottle of beer, my fingers interlocking with his as I take it. Does he keep hold of it for a split second longer than he needs to? I glance to his eyes, but they’re focussed across the room. A pang of irritation hits me in the stomach.

I follow his gaze to see someone approaching. He gently slides his hand across the top of my bum and rests it on my waist, pulling me in slightly.

‘You two!’ A 70-something woman approaches, another distant relative. ‘Still so close I see, after all this time.’ She smiles proudly. I feel a squeeze on my waist, then heat rising through me. She talks about the wedding, asks about what we’ve been up to over the past few years, and thankfully she leaves us be.

Surely it’s got to be the end of the night now? I’m already regretting the amount I’ve had to drink. The idea of having another awkward conversation with a family member makes me want to vomit.

I’m going to head back to the room, but I’ll let Jamie know first. I seek him out, and eventually find him outside having a smoke, of course. I stop short of him seeing me, he’s sat with a girl who I vaguely recognise.

I watch, transfixed, at that familiar charm. At the way he reaches out to fix her hair so casually. The way she laughs with far too much animation - he’s not that funny - then nestles her head in the crook of his neck. Deflation and disappointment consume me, I’m clearly too tired and drunk.

I decide against letting him know I’m heading back and make my way back through the lobby.

Footsteps. Fast footsteps. Then a shout.

‘Theo wait up!’

But I carry on.

A firm grip on my arm pulls me backwards and I almost lose my footing, but Jamie steadies me.

‘Are you okay? I saw you outside, you looked… not happy.’ His eyes search my face, concern etched on his.

Is it weird that he’s still holding me?

‘I’m fine, I just came to tell you I was going to bed but I saw you were with a girl so I wanted to leave you to it.’ I attempt a wink, which turns into a blink. Even I can hear the slurring in my speech.

‘Janey? She’s my best friend, like a sister.’ He’s still searching my face. ‘Let’s get back to the room.’

‘You didn’t have to come back with me, I’m fine!’ Stumbling into the room isn’t the best way to back myself up. I hear Jamie laugh and roll my eyes.

I start undressing, pulling off my socks, almost ripping off my shirt, and struggling with my trousers.

‘Here.’ Jamie says, pushing me to sit on the bed, grabbing the cuffs of my trousers and tugging them off.

‘Thanks.’ I mumble, realising the room is still hot and I didn’t ask reception to fix the air con. I get pulled away from my thoughts by realising that Jamie is undressing in front of me. As much as I try not to look, I can’t control my gaze. I take in the shape of his chest, bulky but not ripped, a light dusting of dark hair spread across it. He pulls down his trousers, revealing the grey CK boxer briefs underneath, the fabric pulling tight against him.

My eyes make their way back up to Jamie’s face. He’s already looking at me.

I feel my face drain; the feeling of bile rising inside me.

‘I’m going to be sick.’ I say, covering my mouth and scrambling to the bathroom.

I’m filled with regret as I hug the toilet bowl. Jamie followed behind me, and is rubbing my back in rhythmic circles, the other hand placed on top of mine on the rim of the toilet. The sensation is satisfying and comforting.

Feeling better, I brush my teeth and head to bed.

‘You feeling alright now?’ Jamie’s sat up in bed. His expression is somewhere between concern and amusement.

I climb into bed and nod. ‘Think so, sorry about that. But thank you.’ I curl up under the duvet and face away from him.

His bedside light turns off, bringing welcomed darkness. I start drifting to sleep almost immediately.

I feel movement. The weight of something resting over my torso. The gentle warmth of breath on my neck.

Half asleep I snuggle into the embrace. Jamie doesn’t move.

For the first time since arriving, I stop feeling tense.

There seemed to be "some" interest in my previous story and I've gotten some requests for more so here it goes.

This is not a continuation but another instance that happened in college. I was freshly turned 21 and he was about 31.

Me and a group of guys used to frequent this bar in my hometown that's no longer around called The Firkin & Hound. During the day it was an Irish pub/bar food but at night it turned into ac all out club. Come to think of it, that's 100%why it got closed down.

It was my 21st birthday party (like I just turned the day or 2 before) and I was out drinking with my buddies. Towards the end of the night I was trolling for any pussy I could get but striking out left and right. A couple of my buddies pulled some tail so they left with their girls and I called my uncle to pick me up.

By the time he got me I was beyond wasted. Looking back now I can't remember if this was the time I got kicked out or if I just puked in the parking lot. Anyway my uncle pulls up in his lifted Chevy blazer with bench seats. It was a sweet ride. He starts to take me home but on the way I guess I was bitching about not getting my dick sucked and blah blah blah. I remember vividly Uncle Jay telling me not to worry, he'd make sure I got some head before I got home. This was the days before cell phones, or at least they were horrible flip phones. Jay tells me that there's some fresh porno mags in the glove box if I want to get started.

Given our history I had no issue pulling it out and jerking in front of him so I pulled out my soft cock and start flipping through the pages as we're flying down the highway.

I didn't even notice that we passed the exit to my house as I was still pretty drunk and all the blood in my body had rushed to my other head... by now I have a full erection but I'm nowhere near completion on account of the whiskey dick. When I finally notice that we're stopped and he turned off the car it's pitch black out and I can't tell where we are. Jay slides over next to me and teases me that I'm not doing it right he spits in his hand and starts caressing my dick. Mostly the shaft, ignoring the head just going up and down with a twisting motion. I know where this is going so I just unbuckle my pants and pull them down to my knees. I close my eyes and lean my head back just as I feel uncle Jay slid his hot mouth over the head of my penis.

We've done this a time or two but every time he still makes my toes curl. He starts to bob on my swelling cock in a faster and faster rhythm and I hear him kick off his shoes and pants to reveal his circumcised dick of about 7 or 8 girthy inches. I know he likes me to play with his ass when he blows me so I suck on my two fingers as uncle Jay assumes doggy position never releasing my dick from his suction.

I tease around his hole before sliding in just one finger at first. Down to the second knuckle which causes him to let out a deep moan. The moan feels good on my cock and I think I'm going to be able to cum so I try to match the rhythm of his sucking and bobbing to the thrusting of my fingers inside him.

His tongue and throat work in unison to bring me to my climax and I barely have time to warn him as the first few sticky ropes get implanted directly in his stomach.

He pulls out a bit and catches the rest of my cum in his mouth. I know from pdcous experience he's going to try to kiss me with cum in his mouth so I shuffle off the rest of my pants and start to suck him. He's taught me what he likes by now, soft little kisses directly on the cock head and licks around the crown. Thus isn't what uncle Jay has in mind however as he spits my cum on his dick as I continue to suck and twist. The shock on my face seems uncle Jay into a tizzy as he pulls his monster out of my mouth and sprays me down on my face and beard cum everywhere.

We cuddle in the front seat for a while uncle Jay playing with my balls until my cock starts to grow again. He hands me an old towel from a bag in the back seat and tells me I need to clean up before he drops me off at home.

I try to sneak in quietly so I don't wake anyone and go to bed for the night still smelling like uncle Jay's jizz whore

I came out to my family when I was 18. They weren't very supportive but like most people, I moved out. I had my car and some money saved up for this exact moment so i wasn't too stressed out. Ended up getting an apartment with my friend ( who was never home ) and it was great, adulting was sooo easy.

After one year, my mother reached out to me asking to "rejoin the family" even though i wasn't the one who left. Me and her talked for a while and ending up fixing things up. A couple weeks go by and she tells me that the family is going on a trip to disney world in florida but i would have to pay for my own tickets but hotel's and transportation would be included.

My family is pretty religious but not everybody shunned me. My aunt and uncle, Ruby and Carlos, were always supportive of me and i always appreciated that they never excluded me. They reached out to me throughout the previous year but i never really gave them the time of day.

The day of the trip was kind of hectic. We were going to drive down in one of those big buses that cost a fortune but luckily for me, my extended family owns the company so it was no "big deal". As we're loading up, i can tell some of my family members were surprised that i showed up. I could hear them whispering but my Carlos told them to mind their own business and leave me alone. He was always sticking up for me and i always admired that about him.

He helps me with my luggage and he asks me if i could help him bring something from inside. Naturally, I say yes. We go up the stairs and go into the attic and it's pretty dirty and dusty. There's insulation everywhere and i could have sworn i saw a bat. My uncle says "Are you okay? you look very scared to be up here", which i say "yeah i'm okay, i've never been up here and it kind of freaks me out".

He tells me that he's looking for an umbrella and to check the corner but i noticed a box labeled "Fun times". I'm naturally nosey so i open the box and i find old gay porn magazines. I'm looking through them and it's filled with young twinks with the occasional buff daddy and i can't lie... it got me hard as a rock. I guess i was standing there for a long time because my uncle comes around the corner saying "Hey what's taking so lo-"... he found me reading his porn. I freak out and try putting it back in the box but i missed completely and it got wedged in between other boxes.

"Why were you reading that? It was tucked away and it had another box on top of it." he says with an angry face. "I'm sorry, i read the box but i didn't think it was going to be this". I could tell it bothered him but he got over it pretty quickly. He was looking through the box and gave me another one and said
"I don't even like that one, this one is better". He hands a spanish ranch-cowboy style one. "Go to the middle" he says. Im going through the magazine and it was filled with ranchero type latinos with thick bushes and uncut cocks and i finally reach the middle. It was him... The guy in the gay magazine was my uncle. Full nude and everything.

My uncle is a very attractive man. He's tan, big hairy arms, thick thighs, green eyes, dad bod type, and apparently uncut, 8 inches, and hairy with a big vein going down the middle. "Wait... is this you? how old were you when you did this?". He says "I was 19, the same age as you. I was struggling a lot when i came to the US. I was approached by a guy at a club who said he was part of the porn industry and offered me a good chunk of money and i said yes"

I never really saw my uncle in that type of way but as im starring as his dick... I definitely saw him differently. He told me to keep it but to tell nobody. We end up finding the things that he needed but i couldn't stop looking at his bulge. As he lifted one of the boxes his shirt lifted up. He had a happy trail and his shorts were falling off a bit and i could see his pubes. He caught me starring and says "Do you want to see?". I froze... i just looked at him and nodded. He takes off his shorts and whips it out. My mouth was watering so much and he could tell that i wanted it. "You can touch it, i won't say anything" . I started stroking his dick and doesn't take him long to get hard. He had a lot of precum and i just stare at him and just get on my knees and start sucking. It didn't fit in my mouth but i still tried to make it fit. He says "Oh wow... our whole family is outside and yet they don't know that you're sucking my cock haha" . Then i said " do you want me to stop?", he replies with "no... keep going. i want to see how long you can last"

I'm there sucking him off for a good 10-15 minutes and we're both in heaven. He was really getting into it and was moaning but trying to be quiet at the same time. "How does your uncle's cock feel? How does it smell?", I reply "Smells kind of musky but smells good. I can tell you like it, you're leaking a lot". I was able to deepthroat his entire dick and that sealed the deal for him. Not even 30 seconds after i take the whole thing, he pushes my head all the way down and fills my mouth with cum. He didn't even give me a chance to spit it out, it was so far down my throat that it just went down but i could tell it was a lot. I could feel every muscle twitching in my mouth and he left his dick in my mouth , even after cumming. He slowly takes it out as i'm struggling to breathe and tells me to get up and we start making out. He's putting his tongue all different ways inside of my mouth but i'm loving it.

We hear somebody coming up the stairs and we quickly collect ourselves and pick up boxes as if nothing happened. It was my aunt, she said "Jesus we've been looking for you guys for the last 30 minutes. What's taking so long?", my uncle says "There's a lot of boxes here and we had to rearrange everything to get to these". We go downstairs and put everything inside the bus.

I couldn't stop thinking about what we had just did but i'm so glad that it happened. That trip was one i could never forget.

This is a short story from about a year ago when I had to suddenly fly home for my grandmother's funeral. I have other stories that I probably won't write about but I've been reading these stories on here and I got to reminiscing.

I'm 39 now and my Uncle (we'll call him Jay) was always 10 years older than me so he's almost, if not already 50. He's the baby of 5 siblings and the closest to my age. Back when i was living at home we did everything together. He took the loss harder than my mom or other aunts and uncle. He had been drinking since I got off the plane and was wasted before the funeral and reception at my mom's house.

Long story short, after an emotionally charged night of power drinking I stumbled up to my old room about 1030-11ish and got to bed. I needed a good wank to send me off to sleep so I pulled up some porn on my phone, put my headphones in and went to town. I must have been super drunk because I didn't notice Jay was already in the room. I was just about to finish when I caught a glimpse of him laying on the floor next to my bed, facing me, cock in hand having a go. We locked eyes and I set the phone down using the glow as the only light as we stroked ourselves to completion. He went to the bathroom first and brought me back some toilet paper to help clean up.

This is my first post so I'm not sure what the appetite is for any more stories but just thought I'd share.

Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/r/gayincest_stories/s/vG5nLIB9xd

Jamie

Theo’s been acting tense ever since we got into the room. Like being too close to me might kill him.

He’s slumped in the armchair by the window, staring at nothing. I’m lying on the bed. Reaching down, I peel off my socks and throw them in his direction, landing at his feet.

‘Remember when you’d rub my feet after a football game?’ I ask, looking for him to break out of his trance. His eyes flick briefly to my bare feet, then meet my gaze. He takes a swig from the bottle of beer from the mini bar, and nods. ‘I know I haven’t been playing football today, but they could sure do with it.’ I wiggle my toes, taking a sip of my own beer.

His eyes drift back down for half a second before he catches himself. ‘There’s a spa here, right? Maybe you should book a massage.’ He gets up. ‘I’m going to get ready for bed.’

My eyes follow him as he walks past the end of the bed and disappears into the bathroom, eyes straight ahead the whole time.

I’d been waiting for him to arrive, and had to stop myself grinning like an idiot when I saw him walk through the doors.

Then he hugged me like I was some distant relative he barely recognised.

I keep trying to pull him back out of his shell. Standing close to him, fixing his hair, touching him like we used to when we were younger. But he still feels miles away from me.

The beer starts to hit me properly, and suddenly I need a piss. If Theo’s anything like he used to be, he’ll be in there for ages with all his creams and lotions. I hear the electric toothbrush. I try to wait it out, hold it until he’s finished, but it’s no use.

‘This beer’s gone right through me.’ I laugh as I lift the toilet seat and start to pee. The sink is next to the toilet with a full wall mirror in front. Theo’s brushing his teeth, his shoulders looking tense, eyes staring straight ahead and completely avoiding eye contact with me through the mirror.

He’s brushing his teeth for longer than he needs to. I heard the brush vibrate to indicate 2 minutes was up, but he’s carried on.

‘Tomorrow should be interesting, hey? Dad getting married again.’ He just nods and keeps brushing. I finish up, and share the sink with him to wash my hands. I brush my shoulder against his, and see him grip the rim of the sink harder than seems necessary. He finally spits the toothpaste out.

‘I won’t be long.’ He says, still not looking at me. I take my cue to leave, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

‘We can top and tail if you like? It’s not ideal only having the one bed and no pull out.’ Theo says as he comes out of the bathroom, almost sounding rehearsed.

‘Nah come on man, we’ve never top and tailed. We used to always share beds, even if we didn’t need to. We’re fine.’ He doesn’t reply. His back is towards me and he starts to unbutton his shirt. ‘Unless you’re going to give me a foot-rub, then I’m down.’ I laugh.

Silence.

I get up and head to the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror, wondering why this feels so unnatural and forced. I splash water on my face and get myself ready.

Theo’s under the duvet scrolling on his phone when I return, at the top end of the bed - no foot rub tonight then. He couldn’t be closer to the edge of the bed if he tried.

‘If you sleep that close to the edge you’re going to fall out.’ I chuckle. He looks, smiles slightly, and moves over about an inch.

I undress slowly, unbuttoning my shirt and hanging it up before pushing my trousers down my legs. I feel eyes on me.

I glance over just in time to catch Theo looking before he quickly drops his gaze back to his phone. I can’t stop the smirk.

‘You’ve always struggled to not stare.’ I joke, as I pull my trousers off and head towards the bed, now only wearing a pair of white boxer briefs.

‘Don’t flatter yourself.’ He replies, but I can see his face colouring. He turns off his bedside light, plunging half of the room into darkness, and continues scrolling. I follow suit, turning my light off and rolling onto my side, facing Theo. I barely recognise him in the harsh light of the phone.

‘Do you still snore?’ I smirk, knowing he can’t see it, and tap his leg lightly with my foot. He wriggles, moving slightly closer to the edge again.

‘I think so.’ He continues scrolling.

I hear the faint sound of voices outside - there’ll be some sore heads tomorrow.

The warmth of having someone next to me in bed, when I’m not completely drunk and unaware, feels strange but comforting.

‘We used to always stay awake talking, remember when mum used to tell us off?’ I watch him for a reaction.

Theo laughs awkwardly. ‘Yeah.’

‘You really did just disappear, didn’t you?’

He stops scrolling. ‘I grew up. I left home. I did my own thing. I’m sorry things changed but that’s just what happens.’

‘That’s one thing, but we’ve completely disappeared from each other’s lives. The only way I know what you’re doing is by checking on Instagram. I felt like calling you so many times but I get the feeling you don’t want it.’

Silence.

‘Do you know how many times people have asked where you were?’

Silence.

‘Like I was supposed to know?’

The room is pitch black now, Theo’s phone screen finally dark. I feel him shuffle and turn.

‘I don’t know.’ He shifts closer.

‘Everything changed so quickly when I moved. And then the longer I left it, the harder it got to call.’

I can feel his breath now.

He’s moved closer without either of us acknowledging it.

‘I thought you hated me.’ Even I’m surprised by the hurt in my voice. I nudge his foot with mine, this time he doesn’t back off.

I feel the tension break, and our conversation feels more natural, more like before.

Eventually his responses trail off.

A few minutes later, I hear the soft sound of him snoring beside me.

I’ve never told anybody this, me and my dad have never even discussed it. We just carried on the next day as normal and that was it.

I’ve never known if my dad was gay or bi or anything. He’s very private with his life and I don’t pry as we’re quite different people. He’s a very manly man, about 6ft, bald and is a Builder by trade m. I on the other hand am a 5’10 blond skinny twink.

It started on a Tuesday, I got home from college and my dad was already there, he had the week off so was gonna be home a lot. I walked in and he was on the couch with his dick in his hand, watching porn on the TV. I was visibly shocked and he stood up immediately apologising and rushing towards the TV. He was watching gay porn before he hurried to turn it off.

He asked if we could never mention it again and so I just said yes and then went to shower. I heard him finishing himself off downstairs and so I decided to start rubbing my cock too, I even opened the bathroom door so he could hear me upstairs. He definitely did as he came up laughing afterwards and said “haha guess you was eager for a quick one too then - please don’t tell your mother!”

Wednesday I came home and dad was in the kitchen. I went upstairs and decided to leave my door open slightly, sit at my desk and put some twink and daddy porn on just so he could hear it. I jacked off and I could hear him coming up the stairs but stop halfway and knew he was watching through the stairs at me - it was so hot! I shot my load all over my stomach and he went back to whatever he was doing.

Thursday comes around and I get home from college, it was pretty sunny today so dads only in a pair of shorts when I get home, they’re dirty as he’s been working on the car. I say hello and he greets me with a smile and a hug, he smelt so good like cologne and slight musky sweat. I say I’m gonna do some laundry as I have loads I need to sort he says okay and goes back for the garage.

I head upstairs and grab the basket ready to take to the basement and start. As I’m heading downstairs to the washing machine, I hear him rush down and shout to not start the load yet! He comes and says he needs to put some in with mine. He hands me the washing as I’m putting it in, I’m crouched down on my knees at this point and he’s standing cock / eye level. I can see he’s starting to grow as he’s handing down the washing to me. He then says “oh I better wash these too then!” And just takes off his shorts! He bends over me to put them in and I have his thick cock dangling in front of my face.

There’s a moment of silence, as he stands over me. I’m fixated on his cock outline through his boxer shorts. I look up at him and he’s lookin down at me with a slight smile as if to say I can touch it if I want. I’m super hesitant as I don’t want to break any boundaries and I just catch my throat as it’s awkward. He moves his hand and pulls his boxer shorts to the left, slowly revealing the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It’s about 8 inches, uncut with the perfect pink tip. It’s veiny and girthy too. Bigger than mine (5.5inches)

I shuffle forward on my knees and wrap my hand around his cock, I just jerk it for now, slowly letting his forskin glide back and forth. My dad relaxes and puts a hand on my head. He guides his cock into my mouth. I just go crazy at this point and grab his hips, forcing him down my throat. He lets out a “fuck!” And starts moaning as I go to town on his meat. I play with his balls and continue sucking like my life depends on it. He’s moaning like crazy and pushing his cock into my throat.

After about 5ish minutes of me jerking him and sucking him deep in my throat his legs are starting to shake and he says “oh fuck I’m gonna cum, hold on!” I grab his hips and push him into my throat one last time as he lets thick ropes of cum into my mouth. I swallow half and then cough slightly, he takes his cock out of my mouth but not before I slurp up every bit that got left behind.

After wards I looked at him still on my knees and said “anytime” and winked at him. He just looked down, grinned and let out a slight chuckle. He put his cock back in his boxers and went back upstairs as I finished putting the laundry on. I stayed upstairs that night and left early in the morning.

Came home that evening and he just acted like normal, like nothing happened. We went back to our usual saying hello and not really interacting, but we’ve never been close either. I wish I could have it one last time. I’d love to sit on it and ride him - I bet it feels amazing!

no mention of it since and that was a few years ago now which sucks but I sometimes catch him glancing my way and wonder if he’s thinking of sticking his cock in my face again.

Growing up I knew my dad watched a lot of gay porn. I’d sometimes catch him jerking off to it through the crack in his office door. As a horny teen I used to watch him, eating my precum while I stroked, secretly wishing I could taste him. I also found his cock pics on the family computer, him with other men, hard, soft, stroking etc. He had a thick cut cock, heavy balls, and a real man’s bush. I’d save the photos and jerk to them constantly, fantasising about sucking my own dad’s cock. Mum caught him with guys over the years and they eventually divorced. After that we grew apart. He was never a family man and didn't really stay in touch with us.

I’m a bi married guy, but always had this deep urge for older dad cock. Over the years I’ve had a handful of experiences, mostly quick jerks or blowjobs after work drinks in sex shops or saunas, but very rarely, and nothing serious. I’ve tried hard to stay on the straight and narrow good husband path. Fast forward to last year. Dad had just got out of prison after a couple of years inside - for crimes I won’t go into here. I hadn’t seen him in ages. I reached out and suggested we catch up for a drink at the local pub, as I didn’t visit when he was inside and thought I'd try to repair the relationship. He agreed.

It was a Tuesday night when I rocked up to the pub, and when I saw him I was a bit taken a back. Prison time had turned him into a fairly jacked 62 year old! He was always a stocky guy, but now he was prison thick, strong chest and arms, with short grey hair, and his usual confident/cocky vibe. He looked better than he’d ever looked. He gave me a hug and said, “Fuck mate, you’re looking good. Hair on your chest, proper man now. Proud of you.” We got some beers in us and the conversation flowed. He started telling me stories about being in jail, and then the convo surprisingly moved to how cellmates jerk each other off, and the shit that went on in the showers just to get through the day. I could feel my dick twitching under the table. Eventually the beers got me brave enough, and told him I used to watch him jerking off as a teen. I also admitted to finding his cock pics on the computer and jerking off to them for years. He got this dirty smirk on his face and said, “You serious? Fuck that’s news to me, I never knew”. I could see him rubbing his crotch under the table, and I could tell he was getting off on the thought.

Not long after telling him, he said he needed a piss. I did too so joined him by the urinals which were empty. We stood side by side, pulled our cocks out, and started pissing. We were both half-barred up, and watching each other piss with intent. “Geez mate, you’ve grown up. That’s a heavy looking cock. Got your old man’s genes?” he said with a chuckle. I kind of froze, and wasn't sure how to respond. We finished pissing but neither of us put our cocks away. We just stood there, both of us growing harder, and slowly start to stroke them. He was the first to speak. “Fuck yeah mate… stroke that cock for Dad. That’s some nice uncut meat.” I anxiously reached over and held onto his cock. He was thick, veiny, cut, with a man’s bush. He groaned and tilted his head back. “Stroke Dad’s cock son. Fuck yeah, I love it.” Just then, someone walked into the bathroom and we quickly zipped up. We went to wash our hands and he gave me a look in the mirror and nodded toward the door, as if to say follow me. I followed him out the mens, and straight into the disabled toilet and locked the door behind us.

The second the door clicked he unzipped and dropped his jeans and undies to his ankles, stepping out of both legs. Standing there in just his polo shirt and runners with his angry looking cock pointing straight at me. I walked towards him and slowly dropped to my knees so I could stare it straight in the eye. I’d waited for this for years, and wanted to take my time with it. I buried my face in his musky bush, inhaling deep, savouring that warm masculine smell. I held his cock at the base, and slowly started rubbing it all over my face with pleasure, licking his balls, then sucking them one at a time. I opened my mouth wide, tongue out, and looked up at him looking down on me. I started slapping his knob on my tongue to gauge his reaction. He had this smirk on his face that said it all. This was so bad but so fucking good. He is a dominant guy, so I wasn’t surprised when he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on it. I instantly gagged, but I’m quite handy with my throat so it didn’t take long to find my rhythm. Up and down on his cock, deeper and deeper with each bob. He was fucking my face like I was nothing to him, grunting quietly while I glug gluged on dad’s cock. All he wanted was a warm throat he could fuck. I had a moment of air, where I looked up at him and he bent down to me and said, “Fuck you know how to suck a cock boy, open your mouth” and unexpectedly spat in it. “Keep it going faggot” and jammed his cock back in, fucking my face with more force than before.

I was loving every fucking moment. Being face fucked by my dom dad after years of not seeing him, in a pub disabled toilet of all places. It was real fucking hot. This went on for a few minutes until he backed off my throat and I started to work his knob with sloppy pressure. I could tell he was close with his moans so I looked up with my tongue out while I jerked his cock on it. He then took control of the jerking, aiming straight at my mouth and with a long moan started shooting. It was a heavy load, on my tongue, down my throat, with a little that ran off my chin and onto my shirt. But when he finished with the spurts I swallowed what I could, which was most of it, while he grunted and shivered with satisfaction. I stood up, pulled my cock out, and turned toward the sink. He stepped behind me, reached around, and started jerking me with a firm hand while we both watched in the mirror. “Shoot a big one for your old man.” It didn’t take long before I exploded hard into the sink while he kept stroking me through it.

We cleaned up in silence, got dressed, and walked out separately straight to the car park. We shook hands, said our goodbyes and that was it. No mention of what just happened, just an awkward feeling of we both needed to get out of there. It’s been almost a year and we haven’t seen each other since. I reached out a few month later but he was distant in his response. He sent me a happy birthday and Christmas message, but that’s it. Which I guess was his usual MO for most of my life, so it is what it is, I'm not bothered.

I think about that afternoon almost every day. I’ve jerked off to it more times than I can count. I’m happily married with a good life, but that moment with dad is etched in my mind! Now when I see fit dad’s 50+ something inside me changes. I instantly get hard and want to drop and worship cock! I don’t know if it will happen again with my dad, I’m not sure I want it to. But man I’m glad it happened, so I finally got to taste him! And now I’ve got a taste for mature cock, I’m always on the lookout for the next dad to use my throat!

Original Post

Hello again, Id like to start off by thanking everyone that caught the first post whether that was just reading it, commenting or DMimg me. I was very reluctant to post my story at first because Ive always heard that communities like this were full of a bunch of perverted degenerates that would harass you for pictures and inappropriate details. But you all surprised me by being overwhelmingly welcome and chill. Most of you wished me and David to be well and I cant thank you enough for just being good understanding people. Never in a million years could I have imagined that there'd be so many people interested in what I had to say let alone there'd be so many kinky people that wanted to share my story with others.

I also want to say up front that this will likely be the only update to all of this. Youve all been pretty cool but I honestly cant imagine coming here to tell you for the umpteenth time that me and David did xyz. Im sure some of you would like that. But for the sake of my sanity and my hope that this will be some sort of phase that David will eventually grow out of so that he can move on to healthier relationships. Im keeping it to this post and thats it.

Now onto the update.

For anyone that didnt see my comments in the first post. David has been avoiding me or tried to give me the cold shoulder over the last week. I was convinced it was because he was self loathing or had come to resent what happened and was upset with me for not putting a stop to it. Which is honestly understandable. Im the adult here and his father. The buck stops with me. And it was obvious enough that on Tuesday my very observant wife made mention of it to me by asking what had I done. And because I didn't want to blow up my entire life on a Tuesday night and stress my poor wife out of her socks. I told her the only lie that I knew would get her to drop it and save me some time to talk to David privately. I told her that I had blew up on him over some of the things hes been doing and Im sure itll be back to normal once he cools off. Just so we're clear, my wife does know a little about David's behaviors during the weekends. Me and the wife talk a lot about the kids and David probably takes up the bulk of those talks because hes the #1 trouble maker in the house.

Now I don't mean to say hes a terrible kid. Hes not. But hes given me a lot of gray hairs over the years as hes gotten older and he tends to be the one that finds ways to challenge us the most. Talking to my wife when something comes up with the kids is very second nature at this point. We want to be a team when it comes to addressing something. After looping her in the first couple of times I quickly realized that sharing with my wife what David had been doing was a mistake. I was adding more to her plate than she needed at that moment. So I had told her to focus on what she needed to, which was her mother, and that I would deal with David.

That was months ago. Ive since kept things under wraps even when it escalated to walking around nude and intentionally showing himself off to me by jerking off in plain view. If she asked I would always hand wave it off as its been dealt with. But I know my wife and while she'll let it go for a time. If David continued to avoid me in front of her. She was eventually going to want to know what was wrong.

Fast forward to this last Friday, the wife and girls have left for the in-laws again and David is still not talking to me. I knew this was it and internally I was panicking. I had this weekend to have a man to man talk with him. Apologize, console him, promise to never let it happen again and hope he kept this all to himself. Because if the wife came home Monday and got a hint of David still being upset. Well I might as well pack my bags before the end of Sunday. Because she wasn't going to let it go until she was satisfied she knew what was going on.

Instead of barricading himself in his room though, David decided to go spend the evening with friends. Which isn't out of the ordinary for him, but he had been oddly happy to stay at home with his old man for the better part of the last three months. So I knew he was still looking to avoid me and probably wanted to blow off some steam. Later that evening, about 1 am, he finally made it home. Without even getting up out of bed I could tell he was drunk. He was mumbling to himself and was taking quiet a long time to make it to his room. Normally hes like the flash when he comes home. The only sign he was outside his room was the shoes he left in the walkway by the front door. He was also stumbling and bumping into things. So I knew he was pretty fucked up. Which is not how he usually gets. At first I thought to get up and check on him but something told me that it wasn't going to go very well and I let him slowly make it to his room himself.

After a little while had passed and I knew he was likely passed out I quietly went to check on him. Leaving my room I discovered he had left the lights on and the fridge open. So I quietly turned off the lights and closed the fridge and did a quick check of the front door to make sure it was locked. As I went back down the hallway I popped into his room as he had left the door open. I found him laying on his bed, belly down and half naked from the waist down. Before leaving I rolled him to his side after dragging him to the edge of his bed so that if he needed to puke he wouldn't wake up in a puddle of it. His only response to all of this was some grumbling.

If youre wondering. The wife and I have a rule with the kids that we aren't going to hammer them over drugs and alcohol. Only that if they need help or cant get home safely they are to call us. We know we aren't going to stop them from experimenting if they really want want to. So we want them to not hide it from us and do something unsafe.

The next morning I decided that it was finally time for the talk. I grabbed some gatorade from my stash and dropped it on the dining table. I knew he was going to need a hearty meal for the hangover so I cooked up some eggs, potatoes and bacon with some toast. Hoping this would get some points with him. Once I was done, I sat down and called for him to come get something to eat. At first he acted like he didn't hear me so I put a bit of sternness in my voice and he slowly made his way to the table before trying to slink back to his room with the plate and gatorade. I kind of barked at him to sit down and pointed at the chair where the food originally sat. And he did what he was told.

I was still nervous about what needed to happen so I let us dig in before saying anything. After a few minutes I gathered enough courage to ask him about his evening and if he had a good time. He still didn't want to talk so he just mumbled that it was okay and he and his boys had gotten drunk. I asked why he didn't call for a ride and he told me his friend who hadn't been partying with them had come and got him. I knew he wasn't lying because hes regularly complained that this particular friend is "mid" which I guess means hes boring. In other words his friend doesn't party which upsets him. After a few more quiet moments I finally told him that we couldn't keep avoiding what happened and we needed to air things out. I told him I wasn't expecting him to forgive me for what I had done or that if he hated me I would understand. But it wasn't okay for us to not get things off our chests.

He didn't respond to this for some time and stared at me for several minutes with a blank look like he was somewhere else. Eventually he shifted his gaze at his food and after another couple of minutes like this he finally answered.

He told me that he was sorry and that he was not expecting things to go as far as they did. He felt ashamed of himself for going through with coming onto me. I was his father and while it felt so good thinking about doing what we did. He had felt a knot in his stomach not long after he had laid down with me on the couch. And now he felt like he didn't know how he should feel because while he felt shame he also really enjoyed getting fucked and couldn't stop thinking about it. He had been avoiding me because he didn't want to be tempted to come onto me again only to feel guilty afterwards. He also thought I would start to look at him differently and he didn't want that.

Im honestly not that great at this kind of stuff but I did my best to reassure him that I still loved him. That beyond the act itself nothing else had changed between us. And that there was nothing to be ashamed of. He would always be my son. I told him that I only wanted what was best for him. That I wasn't going to lie to him. The sex was amazing and the blowjob was without a doubt the best head Ive ever received. And while there was a part of me that definitely wanted a repeat performance. It just wasn't healthy for us to do this again. He seemed pretty disappointed by this so I told him that it was a great moment between us but that he shouldn't be too sad that it has ended but to be happy that it happened and we came out of it in such a good place. I ended it by telling him that he could always come to me for anything and not to be so hard on himself.

There was some more akward quiet between us before he asked if I was serious about it being the best blowjob. He seemed pretty proud of himself as he asked. I told him that I don't nut from blowjobs but he was on the verge of tasting me several times. He joked about how I should give him a second chance so he could claim hes the only one to swallow my nut. I shot back that with head game like his Id be too addicted to leave it at two blowjobs and it would turn into a full time job. He said hed only take my cum as payment for labor rendered. We laughed.

With that he became pretty comfortable talking about everything. Now we had a pretty long talk and I dont remember every word or exactly the flow of the conversation. So heres everything that I can remember summed up. Its a lot. He admitted that while he got drunk to stop feeling shame, that when he got home he was so horny that he planned to climb in bed with me in hopes Id take him again. But he was too fucked up and only got as far as getting undressed before he passed out. He wanted to climb in my bed and ride me. That he had been fantasizing about me for several years and about two years ago he decided he needed to live out this fantasy because it was eating him alive. That while he liked boys from an early age. Walking in on me and getting turned on made him realize he was actually gay. That the first few times that I and his mother caught him having sex with boys and some of his friends were accidents. The last few times I caught him was kind of intentional. He wanted to know how I would react to seeing him naked. That me being upset kept him from following through on trying to sleep with me. He had concocted several plans to seduce me but was never confident to follow through.

When asked why this time. He shrugged before sharing that about a year ago he met a guy about my age. They had sex several times and they shared this fantasy about father-son sex. This guy insisted on being called daddy and David liked it. It seemed to work on all of the guys hes been with since. The sex was much more intense because of it. Call me a hypocrite but I was heated by this news but I did my best not to drive the bonding we were having off of a cliff. He told me this older guy and people he interacted with online had coached him on how to seduce me. Once it was just the two of us on the weekends and it was clear this was going to be the new normal he decided it was the perfect time to go ahead with the plan.

He started with leaving the bathroom doors open to get comfortable being seen while partially undressed. He would bust into my bathroom to gain confidence seeing me without clothes. Especially when he thought I was showering. He would jerk off loudly and moan. People online persuaded him to keep going after I had yelled at him causing him to lose confidence. He started to walk to the bathroom naked because he felt just leaving the door open wasn't risqué enough. He didn't think any of this was working til the second time he decided to walk through the living room and kitchen naked. Another suggestion from online. He saw a look in my eyes that he had seen many times before from guys he slept with. He knew then he had a shot.

He started timing his jerk off sessions to when he thought Id walk by so Id see his hard cock. The night he called out daddy was the night he decided to finally ambush me in the shower. He planned to do it after I got in late from work but I didn't go to take a shower or my room. He almost chickened out the next morning. He nearly panicked and ran after sneaking in and I saw him. He didn't want me to notice him til he was already in the shower with me. He was surprised I let him get in the shower. Even more surprised by the kissing and full on sex. He only planned to blow me and work up to sex over several weekends. The conversation really didn't go anywhere else and I thanked him for being honest.

At this point he left for his room and I went about cleaning up, mowing the lawn and washing the truck. All of which took several hours. Once I was done I hit the shower and changed into a pair of old basketball shorts. I decided it was time to watch some tv and as I passed David's room, door wide open, I could see his feet and legs first and the distinct sound of skin smacking together. I knew instantly he was jerking off. I didnt even try to look away. On his bed he was buck naked with his thick cock in hand, stroking it quickly. I was instantly tempted to go give him head but I didn't give in.

I moved to the living room after grabbing a beer from the fridge and started to watch TV but David's moans made it difficult. I struggled to stay seated but refused to say anything. After a while he quieted down. And I spent the next several hours nursing different beers. I was on my sixth one when David came out of his bedroom still naked. Instead of parading himself through the living room as he had done in the past, he came straight over to me. Lowered himself between my legs and with a single motion gently pulled my shorts down to my ankles. My cock was already hard from seeing him naked again so it shot to attention for him as my shorts slipped down from my waist. He heavily exhaled before sliding his hands along my thighs. Locking eyes he stared me down as he moved to take me in his mouth. I gave no resistance. Just continued to sip at my beer.

He quietly took me to the back of his throat before giving me the best head for a second time. Sucking deeply as he released me. Canting his chin upwards as he neared my head. His tongue wrapping around the neck of my cock. I could only collapse further into the couch and moan with pleasure and joy. Never breaking eye contact from start to finish. Every time he took me deeper he did so with his neck. Reaching the base of my cock he would force it into his throat. Holding himself there for several long seconds. Sloppy slurps, glops and gasps for air filled the house. I started to call him a good boy and it gave him an energy I didn't know he had. The blowjob becoming more intense, I was close but didn't want it to end it there. I wanted that tight ass again.

I directed him to sit on it and with that he stood up revealing a bottle of lube he must have brought out with him. He opened it and applied some to my still saliva covered cock, stiffly stroking me several times as he did. Turning around I could see his hole glistened from lube that he had already applied prior to coming out to the living room. David proceeded to put more on and slid a heavily lubed finger in his ass. He tossed the bottle on the couch beside me before gripping my meat and guiding me in as he went to sit on it. Again he was so tight that it took some effort for him to take me all the way. Like trying to force a peg into a hole that didn't quite fit. He now sat facing the TV leaving me an exciting view of his bubble butt smashed against my waist. Grabbing my knees with the tips of his fingers he leaned forward and began to work his way up and down me occasionally mixing in grinding. His plump ass loudly clapping against my midsection and thighs as he went for a ride. Typing this out is making me want him more.

We moaned and talked dirty to each other. Asking if I liked his ass. I could only mutter a yes. He called me daddy countless times. My hands gripping his cheeks as he grinded away. I encouraged him to make me cum. He leaned back and I began to kiss his shoulders and let my hands wander all over his body. His arms, chest, waist, hips, legs and cock. Whispering to him that he had such a thick one.

After some time he got up and straddled me and laid his chest against mine. His hands on my shoulders. My left arm around the small of his back. My right hand with a fistful of his ass. Slowly kneading it. We passionately kissed as he rode me. He whispered in my ear a thank you, daddy. And I whispered back. I love you David. I love you so much. We continued for some time before I told him I was ready to cum. He excitedly jumped off of me and took me in his mouth. And just as his lips wrapped around my swollen head I released several large shots of cum in his mouth. He dutifully swallowed every drop. I slid back on the couch and without a word he climbed up on my chest. Resting himself against me and we slowly nodded off.

That was last Saturday. We've fucked two more times since then and things seem to have gotten back to normal. Hes no longer avoiding me. The wife came home Sunday night and seemed pleased to see David his usual self. None the wiser. Both David and I have agreed this cant get out as it wouldn't just ruin things for us but the whole family. That it needs to stay purely physical and at some point he needs to move on as its not something we can do forever.

Since I wont be posting any more updates here. Ask away in the comments any questions you might have.

Theo

I almost turned around twice on the drive up.

Then I almost stayed on the M6 and carried on up to Scotland for a weekend in Edinburgh, rather than a weekend in the Lakes. The thought of having to explain why I missed my own dad’s wedding was the only thing that persuaded me to take the exit.

I’ve just parked the hire car outside the venue. Already I can see guests hovering around outside the impressive stone building. My eyes flick from person to person, searching for that one familiar face.

The winding driveway of the venue lined with conifers, the soft evening light, the picture-postcard setting - none of it is doing anything for my nerves.

As I make my way through the small crowds of people, with the ‘hellos’ and the awkward hugs that come with being away from people for so long, all I can think about is getting to the bar for a pint.

The bar is crowded, the low music almost completely drowned out by the white noise of chitter chatter, pierced every now and then by the obnoxious noise of those who’ve had a bit too much to drink already.

He’ll probably be one of them.

My eyes scan, until finally I see him. My stomach drops, somewhere between dread and nervousness. I hear his laugh then, his head leaning back slightly in an almost-over-the-top expression of humour that I remember. The girl next to him, I don’t recognise her, gently places her hand on his bicep. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, tight around his muscles, revealing tanned arms with a tattoo peeking out. Then he looks across.

Jamie excuses himself from his company, his eyes never leaving mine. He walks over, with that natural confidence that I remember so well. It’s been so long that I’m not sure I can read his face.

‘Thought you weren’t coming’. Jame says, pulling me into a hug. The sensation of his body pressed against mine takes me aback. He smells the same. Cedarwood and whatever deodorant he used to steal from me when we were eighteen.

‘Ever presumptuous.’ I reply. I feel a stifled laugh in his chest against mine. His hand lingers for a second longer than necessary in the small of my back, before he pulls away.

‘Oh my god, the twins!’ A short plump woman with a blue rinse and a thick Yorkshire accent waddles towards us, drink in hand. It takes me a while to realise it’s one of those distant aunts who you only see every few years at family weddings and funerals.

‘Yep, still twins.’ Jamie smiles cheekily, stealing a sideways look in my direction. She gives him a playful tap on the arm.

‘Still a smart arse I see.’ She laughs, looking at us both intently. ‘I never could tell you apart, it’s only the hair that does it now… until you open your mouths.’ She smirks at Jamie, who turns to me and winks.

I feel my temperature start to rise, and know that I need a drink. I excuse myself and head to the bar, sweat beading on my forehead.

As I’m waiting for my drink, I feel a familiar arm wrap around my waist. I don’t need to turn to see who’s perched themselves next to me.

‘Always quick to make a run for it when things get a bit awkward aren’t you.’ Jamie leaves his arm around me, and stares straight ahead trying to catch the barman’s attention.

I study his profile, taking in the thick dark eye brows, the deep brown eyes, the ski-slope shape of his nose… it’s all identical to mine. The only difference, if you didn’t know us, is the gold stud in his ear and the curly mass of hair on his head, tapered down at the sides and back. I never fancied a piercing, and have kept my hair slightly longer and swept to the side.

He orders his drink, pays for mine as well without asking, and says he’ll see me later.

After mingling for an hour I’m feeling drained from the social interaction, the idea of crawling into bed the most appealing thing in the world. Extra draining are the constant comparisons between Jamie and I - I’d forgotten how tedious and irritating it is. People are starting to drop off now, not wanting to be too hungover for the big day tomorrow. I find myself with Jamie and our dad, them deep in conversation and me struggling to find anything to say. This is part of the reason I left for London - I never really felt like I fitted in.

I’m aware of Jamie’s proximity to me, not touching but ever so slightly too close. Even when I shuffle over slightly, he ends up moving too. Our dad excuses himself, needing to head to bed to be fresh for his big day tomorrow.

‘I’m heading out for a smoke.’ Jamie says. He lingers for a second, before picking at a piece of my hair and putting it back into place. ‘Don’t want you looking like a scruff.’ He almost whispers, feeling too close. I can smell the beer on his breath. I need fresh air.

I head outside, unsure of whether I want to bump into Jamie or would rather just have some time to myself. I don’t have a choice in the matter when I see him sat on the wall outside the entrance. It’s pretty dark now, but still warm thanks to the mild summer air. Jamie clocks me and looks me up and down. I head over.

‘How have you not given up yet? Or at least switched to vaping?’ I immediately regret the audible condemnation in my voice. He stares at me, studying my face, his expression unreadable, at least to me.

‘You don’t get to disappear to London with barely any contact, and then start judging me the second we see each other again.’ He blows a cloud of smoke into the night air.

‘We used to do everything together.’ He shakes his head. ‘Now I barely know what’s going on in your life’. A wave of guilt washes over me.

Jamie stubs out his cigarette and gets up, his hand ever so lightly brushing against mine as he pushes himself up. I look up at him, feeling small and not in control.

‘Have you checked in yet?’ He asks. I shake my head. ‘We’d better go do it then, reception closes at midnight.’

‘Sorry, what?’ I ask the receptionist, not sure that I heard her correctly.

‘I’m sorry sir, it seems there has been an issue with the bookings and we actually only have one room left.’ The receptionist looks nervous, her eyes flicking between Jamie and me as she delivers the news.

‘But we had two separate bookings? How does that happen?’ I can hear frustration in my voice.

‘Theo, it doesn’t matter. It’s only for a couple of nights, I’m sure we can cope with sharing a room again.’ The receptionist looks relieved at Jamie’s interruption.

‘I really am sorry, sir. We will of course refund the other room, and as a gesture of goodwill we will also refund 50% of the available room.’

I look over at Jamie, who shrugs in a way of saying ‘we can’t ask for better than that’. I accept the offer and we head to the room.

‘I feel like we’re teenagers again, sharing a room.’ Jamie jokes as we walk down the corridor, nudging me with his shoulder. I try to match his light heartedness, but my stomach is doing flips. I unlock the door to the room and am greeted by a large king-sized bed. Jamie laughs.

‘Oh it really is like we’re teenagers, we’re even sharing a bed.’ I don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking, I can hear it in his voice. He squeezes my shoulder, kicks off his shoes and jumps on the bed face first.

I (19) and my cousin (20) had always grown up very close. We used to hangout all the time but eventually my parents and i moved away so we only got to hang out during most holidays.

I was staying the weekend at his mom’s place, we’d just spent the whole day playing all manner of games outside on his family’s land until it was dark and time to settle in for bed. I went into the bathroom to change and brush my teeth and when i come out he was lying on his side on the bed in his room with his back to me. He was only wearing boxers and i could see his balls and the tip of his cock through the leg hole. Id seen guys dicks before in locker rooms but this being a close family member sent chills through my body. I snuck up on him and blew air up the hole, startling him. I laughed and he got super red before playing it off saying he wondered why he felt a breeze. I started giving him shit about it, calling his package cute which caused him to joke if i wanted to get a closer look all i had to do was ask. He grabbed himself aggressively which caused my face to redden. I jumped on him, we wrestled and i end up pinning him to the bed before my aunt comes in telling us to stop horsing around and go to bed. I get off of him, noticing while i did that our half hard cocks grazed one another beneath our pajamas. I ignore his insistence that this isnt over as i climb into my sleeping bag on the floor next to his bed.

He throws cartoons on the tv and soon im drifting to sleep so we say goodnight but right before im about to pass out i hear the tv switch to a college volleyball game. I tiredly watch as the girls knock the ball to either side over the net. One side scores and the camera cuts closer, showing one girl slap the other girls butt in celebration. That wakes me up a bit and i continue watching, every minute or so the camera would go from the aerial shot to behind one of the girls jumping or diving towards save a falling ball, their juicy butts in tight shorts jiggling and flexing. Didn’t take long before my cock was hard straining against my pajama pants. I could hear rustling atop the bed and wondered if my cousin was feeling the same things i was.

The rustling became more rhythmic and soon wet sounding. I slowly sit up, peering over the top of the bed to see his cock sticking out through the fly of his boxers, his fingers wrapped around it stroking the glistening head and shaft. He sees me in his peripheral and quickly tries to cover up. I lean down out of sight and hear him quietly apologize. My heart is pounding but i tell him its ok, i dont mind. Im really horny at this point and I hear myself ask if i can see it. I lie on my back and after what felt like several minutes, i hear him shift closer to my edge of the bed.

Expecting to see his face im caught off guard when i see the head of his cock slide into view. It looks wet in the reflection of the tv, and it slowly pokes in and out of view like a gopher. The rest of his body is turned away, probably watching the volleyball game as he strokes over me. I see precum bead up at the head and im about to say something but i dont. This all felt so taboo and hot so I just let it fall, hitting my cheek. I start to touch myself over my pajama bottoms. I see his head peer over the edge, my eyes are staring right into his and my lips are parted. He starts thrusting more vigorously and i lick my lips before opening wider. Im not sure if thats what sent him over the edge or what because soon after that, cloudy white droplets are raining down onto my face. The initial impact was a heavy bombardment, gluing one of my eyes shut and covering my forehead. Hearing him grunt and thrust powerfully into his hand was so hot and i couldn’t hold back from orgasming as well. The next felt like it landed across the tip of my nose and lips. I opened wider just as two more landed directly on my tongue and chin, awakening my tastebuds. My cock was spurting in my pants and i felt like i was cumming more than i ever had before.

He continued to stroke as his orgasm sputtered to an end, the last thick globs he squeezed out hit my cheek and rolled up into my other closed eyelid. I lied there, feeling his warm load quickly begin to cool on my face as i licked my lips and tasted his salty load. I heard him shift away from me and whispered goodnight one last time. I got what i could with my tongue and remained still until the cum in my eyes started to burn. I got up and went into the bathroom to wash up, keeping on my cum soaked underwear as i climbed back into my sleeping bag and fell asleep.

To Preface, I am not the OP, these posts were from the old r/GayIncest subreddit by a deleted user and have since have been reposted/rewritten without that clarification, I now present to you all parts as originally presented by u/HarborJohn all those years ago (like 2019 lol)

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This happened a few months ago. Just got boned up enough to share it. Not a writer, so bear with me.

Over the summer when I was home from college, my dad and I worked out together three times a week. My dad’s 48 and I’m 21. He’s about six inches taller than me (so probably 6’1 or 6’2), close-cropped hair, muscular (no six pack but built for sure), kind of hairy but not over-the-top, always has stubble, and a real man’s man. I’m masculine too, lightly muscled, very little hair (just a little happy trail and a bit on my chest that I shave). I came out about 2 years ago. Everyone was cool with it.

So before I continue, my dad and I have always had a very joking relationship. No joke goes too far and sexually explicit stuff has never been off the table. His whole side of the family is like that.

Here’s what happened:

My dad texted me at about 7 pm that day (must have been late September or early October) asking how my workouts have been since I came back to school. I told him I’ve been doing a good job of building my back and shoulders. I sent him a pic that I took in the bathroom mirror of me facing away from the mirror and flexing with phone in hand. In order to show my lower back, I pulled my underwear down, so you can def see half my butt in the pic. It’s leaning against my bathroom sink. I do squats all the time so my butt’s pretty solid.

So I send the pic to my dad. He texts, “looking good. Nice butt, haha.”

I said, “Thx. Everyone seems to like it 😜” and I used that emoji.

He texted back, “I bet that gets the biggest workout, haha”

I just sent him this: 😏

He laughed and said he was heading into the gym. So I guess he was texting from the parking lot.

Then nothing for like two hours. Then he sends me a text saying he just killed it at the gym and missed our workouts. I wasn’t paying attention to my phone so I missed the text, but he must have been waiting for a response because he followed it up with a picture of him in his boxer briefs flexing in the stand-up mirror in his room. And he def was chubbing a little.

When I saw my phone a little later, my dick got immediately hard seeing him like that. Even though we have always been close and were working out together this past summer, I had never really gotten a good look at his dick. It looked big and thick.

I responded, “Looking solid, dad. I miss our workouts too.” Then followed that up with “you look like you got a chub going on there. Been working something else out? 😜”

He laughed and said something like, “No, it’s just that big 😏”

Again, we always joked like this so it was no big deal but this was the first time he had sent me a pic like this.

I responded with, “😒 probably a dirty sock in there.”

He laughed and then no response after that.

A few weeks later, he sends me a text at about 9pm and asks again about my workouts. I say they are going well. He says he started this new three-week diet that is already showing results. I say “show me” so he sends another text in his boxer briefs in the mirror and I could def see he was slightly more ripped but he didn’t have a chub in this one.

So I say, “wow! Maybe I’ll do it too” and follow it up with “I see you lost the sock, haha”

Then he sends me this: a follow-up pic just like the first only the left leg of his boxer briefs is pulled up and his fat dick is hanging out slightly hard.

My.dick.got.so.fucking.hard.so.fucking.fast.

I just said, “whoa. You weren’t fucking lying.” I didn’t know what else to say.

And he said “told ya 😏” I was pretty shocked but also fucking lived it. I immediately rubbed one out, but I didn’t know what else to say, so the convo stopped.

More has happened since. Will share soon. Didn’t realize I was going to write this much.

To Preface, I am not the OP, these posts were from the old r/GayIncest subreddit by a deleted user and have since have been reposted/rewritten without that clarification. In the interest of preserving something I enjoyed greatly from back then, I now present to you all parts as originally presented by u/HarborJohn all those years ago (like 2019 lol)

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To Preface, I am not the OP, these posts were from the old r/GayIncest subreddit by a deleted user and have since have been reposted/rewritten without that clarification, I now present to you all parts as originally presented by u/HarborJohn all those years ago (like 2019 lol)

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So yesterday I basically beat off all day, and now I’m in the same mood, so I thought I’d share some more. Not sure why I’m so boned up, but writing my story only made it worse (or better 😈).

So after my dad sent me that pic, I beat off immediately but then nothing else really happened. We still texted but about random shit...school, family, work, etc.

A few weeks later (end of October at this point), I started doing that three-week diet my dad had done. He texted one day about something, but I was going into the gym, so I told him I’d text when I got back to my apartment. So when I got home, I texted back. We chatted for a bit then he asked how the diet was going. I said really well. Not starving and still seeing results.

He said, “Let me see.”

So as I was about to hop in the shower, I took some pics (naked). One of the front to show my abs with my junk just below the sink, so it didn’t really matter if I was naked. Then another of my back Iike the one before. You could still see about half my butt.

He texted, “Looking good. I can def see some results.”

Then he wrote, “Gonna get a lot of attention when you put those on your Grindr, haha 🤣”

In one of our early convos after I came out, he asked how guys meet and I told him about the apps. We’ve been joking about them ever since. I think straight guys find them really interesting.

So feeling bold, but also, again, because we have always joked like this, I took another pic standing farther away from the sink and a little bent over so you could see my full butt.

I sent it and wrote, “No, this will be my new Grindr pic 😜”

He replied, “LOL, better lube up. It looks pretty tight.”

I just texted “😎”

And of course I had to beat off before I got in the shower. The thing about these texts is that they were jokes but also had a sexual edge to them.

So convo over.

A few days passed. He texted me at about 10 one night after the gym...little later than normal. He told me he took an ab class and sent me a pic just like the one I took facing the mirror only he’s like half a foot taller than me so almost his whole junk was in the pic. And it looked like a big meat stick. Heavy and thick. The kind where the shaft is thicker than the head but still a thick head (although the head was hidden below the sink). I was fucking loving it though, haha.

So I texted, “Nice abs. They’ll go great with YOUR Grindr pic 🤪” I used that emoji just because the sexual tension seemed to be increasing and I wanted to offset it a little.

He laughed and then sent this pic: his mostly-hard dick hanging into the sink. He had this cocky smile on his face and his hand that wasn’t holding the phone was pointing down at his dick. He texted, “No, this would be MY Grindr pic, 😜”

I was so fucking boned up. About two minutes later, I sent this:

“=======D💦🤤” and said, “Haha, you’re going to break ‘em in half with that thing.” I thought the joke about other guys would mask my cumshot emoji.

He didn’t say anything about it though and just said something along the lines of “I’ll check Amazon for some 2-for-1 deals on lube, haha”

I’ve been rock hard the whole time I’ve been typing this thinking about that. We were totally joking but man, definitely some sexual stuff in there too.

I ended that convo saying I would let him know how the rest of the diet went and then it went back to business as usual. I think we both get horny after working out and that comes through in our joking with each other.

Either way, I’m fucking loving it. 😜