The Lancaster Men: Pizza Party

Story Components: gay incest, perceived non-con, May/December, dirty talk, threesome

Trent was trying to find purchase in the shower, but it was hard to find his grip on the wet tiled wall, especially with his father pounding into him the way he was.

“Good God the feel of your ass!” Steven bellowed as he rammed his thick ten inch fatherly dick up his 19 year old son’s back door. He gave it a smack, the sound bouncing off the shower walls, “You like this?”

“Yes sir,” Trent closed his eyes, each inward thrust sent him to the tips of his toes, “please Dad don’t stop! Destroy my pussy!”

Steven groaned, he loved when his son begged, “You’re a nasty bitch you know that. Your hole is gripping me quite nicely!” He reached around and pinched Trent’s foreskin, tugging on it until it swallowed up his head and made it disappear.

Trent looked down, legs trembling as he watched his dad play with the loose jacket of skin around his cock. He bit his lip and moaned; some of his precum was working its way past his father’s fingers. He spread his legs a bit more and bent down further, opening up his asshole wider.

His father loved the new angle and he pounded into it full force. Over and over again he dug into his son’s sweet spot, listening as his boy gasped and feeling as his passage squeezed and milked his massive fuck rod. He began to spank his son’s round cheeks and was pleased when he heard Trent whimper in delight.

“I’m coming boy! Suck it all out, clench that cunt of yours and milk me!” Steven shoved in and held his place as he began to pump stream after scorching stream of juice up his son’s ass, “Fuck yeah…you hungry bitch…take it all,” he panted out.

Trent’s smaller cock started to erupt, splashing his cum onto the wall in front of him and coating his father’s fingers. He was trembling, but he was able to stay upright. He let out a sigh, “Oh that was great…”

“Yes,” Steven was panting hard. God he loved to plow into his son without mercy. His son was such a sweet and eager fuck. He rubbed his hands over Trent’s back, “Stay here, I got you some new clothes. I want you to wear them today.”

Trent nodded, “Okay,” he stood upright and turned around just as his father left the shower so he could use the cascading water to wash out his still gaping entrance. He couldn’t help but push two fingers inside and get them coated with his father’s cum. He was careful that the water didn’t wash it away as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked off the warm liquid. Just then he heard the door open and his father spoke to him through the shower door and told him his clothes were on top of the toilet seat.

After a little longer time of enjoying the warm water Trent finally stepped out of the shower. He grabbed the thick towel from the bar and was in the middle of drying his hair when he caught a glimpse of the clothing his father had brought him. His mouth dropped open in shock, but not disgust. His father was turning out to be kinkier by the moment!

Steven was in the kitchen looking through the fridge when he heard his son coming down the stairs. He smirked and slammed the door just as his boy rounded the corner. He looked perfect. He was shirtless showing off his slim, but toned hairless chest. His pink nipples were hard, practically daring Steven to reach out and pluck at them. His legs, however, were covered by a cute plaid school girl’s skirt. It just barely covered his ass.

Steven licked his lips, “Lift your skirt son.”

Trent obeyed and he blushed as he showed off tiny red satin panties. The tip of his cock peeked out from the edge of his waistband and his sac was falling out of the sides by his thighs. The longer he stood there, showing off his body the more blood rushed to his cock until it was twitching in the panties with delight.

“Looks great, just like I knew it would!”

“I never would have guessed you to be such a perv Dad,” Trent chuckled as he dropped his skirt.

“Only in my dreams, your mother was fairly…vanilla,” Steven shrugged, “so most of my fantasies were in my mind. Or, on the rare occasions we were apart I’d watch porn.”

Trent smirked, “The more I know about you the more I’m being spoiled. You’ve ruined me for all other guys!”

“Good!” Steven said with a big smile. Though he knew this couldn’t last forever (he fully expected his son to meet someone and fall in love) he still planned on indulging for as long as he could.

“Could I maybe have a shirt Dad?” Trent lifted a brow.

Steven just laughed then proceeded to pull the pancake mix from the cupboard.

Neither one of them had anything planned for the day so they watched movies and snacked on the couch. Every once in a while Steven would stroke Trent’s leg or play with his nipples, but he never moved beyond that. Trent had a steady hard on for most of the day, wishing his father would bend him over the arm of the sofa and rail into him hard. He tried snuggling closer and rubbing his father’s groin, but nothing but a few moans happened before Steven moved his son’s hand away. By nightfall Trent was so sexually frustrated that he could barely take any more of his dad’s teasing touches.

“What about some pizza for supper?” Steven asked already taking out his cell phone.

“Sounds good,” Trent replied with a pout. He didn’t understand why his father would dress him up in sexy panties and a tiny skirt if he wasn’t going to play with him. He didn’t even hear what his father ordered, but he did hear him request a specific driver. By the time Trent decided to listen he just heard his father say thank you. Trent questioned him, “You order from them enough you have a favorite driver?”

Steven shrugged, “Yeah I guess so…”

Trent felt a tug of curiosity and almost asked about it, but decided he really didn’t care about the answer.

After a while his father was rubbing his leg again. Trent sort of pursed his lips, upset his father had taken to teasing him again but aroused all the same. His cock jumped under his skirt, making it tent a little.

Steven looked down at his hand and watched it creep up his son’s skirt. Finally, after all these hours of nothing he cupped Trent’s balls and heard his son gasp. He squeezed gently and his son moaned. He started to rub in circles and he smirked when his boy started to rock his hips and moan louder. He leaned over and licked a nipple, the pink bud hardened immediately. He bit it gently and tugged on it as he pushed Trent’s panties down just enough so more of his penis was free. He began to stroke him slowly, not wanting him to get too close to the edge too quickly.

Trent had his head back, his eyes closed and he was finally enjoying himself. His father’s skilled fingers would pull on his foreskin, rub the tip and flick the underside until he was moaning and whispering ‘please please’ over and over again. He lost track of time, lost in the pleasure that had been building all day. Suddenly, the spell was broken when the doorbell rang. He jumped a bit and his eyes flew open.

“Go get it,” Steven said as he stood, the tips of his fingers were shiny with Trent’s precum, “I’ll get us some sodas.”

“Uh…” Trent stood on shaky legs, “Dad…dude,” his cock was pushing out the skirt quite lewdly and there was a wet spot on the plaid.

“Don’t ‘dude’ me,” Steven chuckled then gave his son a stern look, “Go open the door. Now,” the command was clear and even though he could tell his son was embarrassed the deep tone of his voice had the desired effect of turning him on more.

Trent nodded and shuffled over to the door, his face hot and red. He dropped his head as he opened the door, too embarrassed to look up.

“Good evening! You…ordered…uh…” the man’s voice dropped to a low whisper, “Trent…is that you?”

Trent’s head snapped up and his eyes grew wide. In front of him stood his childhood friend Callen. They kept in touch semi regularly, but they had both went to different colleges so they hadn’t seen each other besides the pictures they posted on Facebook.

“What the hell Trent?” Callen didn’t sound angry, in fact it seemed as though he was checking his friend out. Without really thinking about it he stepped into the house and placed the large pizza on the console table by the door, “Damn man…I knew you were pretty but…wow.”

Trent was mortified that even in the middle of this revelation that his cock had only decided to get harder. He was leaking precum again and some of it was starting to drip past the skirt. It took him a moment to find his voice, “What? P-pretty?” He couldn’t seem to get his mind working, “What?”

“Sorry man…I just,” Callen reached forward and lifted the skirt. When Trent reached forward to move his hand away Callen caught it with his other hand and held it. He whistled when he saw the uncut cock weeping all along the folds of skin, “yeah, just so fuckin’ pretty.”

Trent was confused, shocked and aroused from the embarrassment; he wasn’t sure what to do. Callen placed his index finger right over the wet slit and smirked when Trent’s hips twitched.

“We got into a conversation once,” Steven was suddenly walking into the room. Both young men jumped at his deep voice, both jerked away from each other as if burned. Steven just smiled, “I could tell in the tone of Callen’s voice that he was attracted to you. I asked him outright, what did you say Callen?”

Callen looked horrified, but when he didn’t answer right away and he saw the expression on Steven’s face change from amused to expectant he quickly said, “I said…I wasn’t gay but I would ‘totally fuck your son. He’s pretty’.”

Trent looked up at Callen, having been friends for so long he had only ever seen Callen as a brother. He had never been attracted to him, though he was a handsome man. Callen was over six feet tall with long blonde hair that he wore in a loose ponytail, he imagined when it was free it lay at the middle of his back. He had beautiful green eyes and a slightly crooked smile that just made him look more attractive. He was toned, like a swimmer and right now he was wearing the red tee shirt of Carlo’s Pizzeria and black jeans that were getting a little tight around the groin. Trent was shocked by his admission.

“Callen…I,” he started, but then lost his train of thought when his father interrupted him.

“Well, don’t stop on my account,” Steven took a seat in the armchair by the door, “I got him all ready for you. He’s so tensed he’s gonna come if you just kiss the tip of his cock.”

Callen’s eyes grew wider, if that was possible, “Mr. Lancaster…you and Trent…I mean…”

“Yes,” Steven looked positively wicked, “every day.”

Trent let out a whine, afraid Callen would freak out and run away. So he was surprised when Callen stepped up to him again, shut the front door, locked it then lifted his skirt again.

“This, every day? You get to have this,” he gripped Trent’s cock and was pleased when his friend shuddered in delight, “whenever you want?”

“I just had it this morning.”

“Fuck,” Callen started to stroke it, “I’ve never played with an uncut one before.”

“I thought…” Trent was starting to pant, “you weren’t gay.”

“I’m not,” Callen grinned up at him, “but I’ve played with a few cocks.”

Trent didn’t think any of that made sense but seeing as he was just this shy of coming he wasn’t about to debate it now. He shivered when Callen flicked the underside with the tip of his thumb. He looked over at this father and bit his bottom lip when he saw his dad rubbing the front of his lounge pants. Steven was hard and he was smirking at the two young men in front of him.

Callen was still rubbing Trent’s dick, his breathing picking up the longer he pleasured his friend. He looked up at him, “I want to…” he suddenly looked confused, like he wasn’t sure why he was feeling such arousal by this, “Uh…” he was faltering.

Trent saw the slight fear in Callen’s eyes, the guy really was fighting his arousal, he was scared he was liking this just a little too much. Trent, being the good friend he was whispered, “I like that…please,” he lowered his head and bit his lip playfully. He waited until Callen was looking at him before he continued, “can I…” he decided that maybe if he seemed confused too it would help Callen feel more at ease, “can I touch you too?”

Callen wrapped his hand completely around Trent’s cock and squeezed, “Fuck,” he breathed as his other hand reached up and touched his friend’s lips, “your mouth…I bet you suck dick like a pro.”

“He does,” Steven stood up and walked over slowly, “Trent, show him…show him how good you are,” he reached out and ran his fingers through his son’s hair, “show him how eager you are.”

Trent smirked and, never taking his eyes off of Callen’s face, lowered himself to his knees. Callen looked down, then back at Steven, then back at Trent. He was exceptionally aroused, but still also unsure of engaging in a threesome. An incestuous threesome at that.

Trent didn’t tease, he quickly undid Callen’s pants, the best way to get Callen to stop worrying was to take his mind off of the unorthodox situation. The best way to do that was to blow him so good he’d pass out from the orgasm.

Callen was cut, longer than his father but not as thick. It was a deep pink blush and the veins stood out along the sides. His balls were hanging low and looked a little small, but in no way did it take away from his sexiness. Trent leaned forward and sucked the tip between his lips and laved the slit with his tongue. Callen shivered, but didn’t pull away. He watched as Trent closed his eyes and continued to suck on him. Trent spread his legs; his own cock was twitching with arousal and leaking precum onto the carpet. Steven watched his son pleasure the other boy and he smirked in approval. He touched his son’s head and pushed him deeper onto Callen’s cock.

Callen gasped, “Fuck, Trent…”

“You can,” Steven said, “go ahead…take him…he loves it.”

Callen looked over at Steven and when he saw him smile at him sweetly and nod he gripped the back of Trent’s head and thrust his hips. He heard his friend gag and he almost came right then. He pulled out a bit and whispered, “Get ready for it, stay loose for me,” then he pushed in again, deeper this time and Trent let out a groan before he gagged again.

Steven knelt down and watched up close as Callen ruthlessly used his son’s throat. He leaned in and whispered into Trent’s ear, his lips brushing the shell, “He’s using you like the horny cum dump you are. You look like such a whore boy. God I can hear you choking, it’s so sexy,” he kissed his cheek as he reached out and fondled the tip of his son’s dripping dick.

Callen was so into it now that he closed his eyes and thrust faster and faster, his head back with his mouth agape. He was digging his fingers into Trent’s black hair and using it for leverage as he fucked his face. Trent had tears running down his cheeks, but between the brutal skull fucking and his father playing with his foreskin he was on the verge of climaxing.

Steven stood again and said, “Come on Callen, shoot that sperm down my son’s throat. Make him eat it!”

Callen shuddered and obeyed, he let out a strangled sound as his orgasm hit and he began to spurt strongly straight down Trent’s throat. Trent gagged and choked and had to pull away to breathe and the rest of Callen’s mess landed on his face and into his still open mouth.

Callen’s legs gave way and he sank to the floor panting. He looked over at Trent, who was licking the cum off his lips, and said, “Damn man, you’re a natural. A real cockslut.”

Trent blushed then looked up at his dad with his glistening face. Steven smirked down at him then he looked over at Callen, “You came so much Callen…look at it, all over Trent’s face. What does he look like to you?”

Callen reached out and pushed two fingers into Trent’s mouth and wasn’t surprised when he started sucking on them, “He looks wasted, like some cheap corner whore.”

Trent trembled at the language. He really did have a thing for dirty talk.

Callen suddenly removed his fingers, “I…uh…I gotta go,” he stood and looked over at Steven, “I’m still on the clock and all…”

“Oh, yes!” Steven laughed, “Here,” he rushed to the coffee table to get his wallet and gave Callen his tip, “I’ll order from you again, don’t worry,” he winked at him but the message was clear: don’t call me, I’ll call you.

Callen nodded his understanding and after looking down at Trent one last time he tucked himself away and left the house.

Trent stood up, his still hard cock jutting out from under the skirt, lifting it. The edge was wet with his precum and it swayed as his dick bobbed as he walked over to the pizza. He took some napkins and washed his face. He turned back to his father, “You think he’s going to tell anyone?”

“Probably, but they won’t believe him,” Steven’s eyes looked over his son’s body, settling at the throbbing dick. The foreskin was shiny with precum and he licked his lips, “Come here boy.”

Trent walked over to his father and when he reached him Steven spun him around so he was facing the door. Steven dropped to the ground and without preamble began to lick and nibble at his son’s asshole. Trent moaned, trembling with pent up arousal.

“Is your throat sore?” Steven asked.

“A little,” Trent whispered, “he went deeper than I was ready for.”

“You should always be ready for cock,” Steven gave a long lick up the entire length of Trent’s crack, “you love it so much I’m surprised you don’t walk around on all fours.”

Trent moaned as his dad started to flick the tip of his tongue over his opening, “Don’t make me sound like a bitch in heat,” he panted.

Steven spanked a butt cheek then spit on his hole and pushed his index finger inside, “You are though son, you wake me up almost every morning with your mouth wrapped around my dick. You beg me to fuck your boycunt  every night. You weren’t even embarrassed when Callen was here!”

“I was too!” Trent protested as he was brought up to his tip toes by his father’s fingering.

“Were you?” Steven smirked, “You were hard the whole time. Is that a thing with you then? You like being humiliated?”

“No…I…I don’t know…maybe,” Trent spread his legs and bent a bit at the waist. His father understood his silent plea and he pushed in a second finger. Trent moaned then said, “it was easier because he was nervous too.”

“Do you want to play with him again?”

“I want to, yes.”

“Liked sucking his cock that much huh?”

“AH!” Trent cried out when Steven crooked his fingers, “I-I- oh God I-I want to watch him.”

“Do what?” Steven pulled his fingers out but held the hole open so he could spear his tongue inside.

“I want…I want to see him suck you…” Trent’s chest was heaving.

Steven pulled away and smacked his lips as he stood, “Really? Well I want to watch him ram you with that long ass dick of his,” He lined up and pressed into his son slowly.

“Oh…yesssss…” Trent closed his eyes, “finally,” he breathed.

Steven’s lip curled as pleasure radiated through his body. He pushed in all the way in one slow steady thrust. Once fully seated he took a deep breath and said, “He’d hurt you I think, he’s so long he wouldn’t be able to do this,” he rolled his hips, “balls to balls.”

Trent whined, “Move…please…I need it.”

Steven pulled out half way, “So eager, my little slutty boy,” he pushed in and was pleased to hear Trent gasp, “I’ve been holding off all day too you know. Don’t be such a selfish bitch.”

Trent ignored him, “Fuck me dad! Fuck me fast!” He was begging and he didn’t care.

“No,” Steven commanded, “ask me correctly.”

“Please! Dad!” Trent looked over his shoulder, “Ram your thick dick up my wide open pussy! Split me in half! Fuck me until I can taste it!”

Steven pulled back all the way to the tip, he held it there, just long enough to know he was leaking precum into his son’s hot hole. He could feel Trent’s inner walls fluttering around his cockhead and he let out a groan of pleasure. Finally he snapped his hips forward and started up a brutal pace that had the both of them sweating in no time.

Trent’s cock was swaying and flicking precum all over the front door. He screwed his eyes shut as he took the strong pounding, “Yes! Like that! Fuck yes! Please don’t stop!”

“You feel so good! Better than your mom!” Steven loved the lewd sounds their slapping bodies made in the room, “You’re so tight! That’s it, take all of my dick!” He continued to slam his fuck rod up his son’s back door cunt with no sign of slowing down, “Swallow all of it bitch! Whore! You filthy cumbucket! Dad’s going to shoot your brothers and sisters into your pussy and when I pull out you’re going to leak them all onto the floor!”

“Yes!” Trent cried out, “Anything you want! Just don’t stop! Push in deep! Spray your cum all over my insides!”

Steven’s fingers dung into the sides of Trent’s hips and he knew he would leave bruises. He didn’t care though; he just kept snapping his hips, forward and back, as hard and fast as he could into his son’s waiting asshole. Finally he slammed home one last time and filled his son with thick hot jizz. Trent gasped as he felt himself being filled and gasped again when his father abruptly pulled out. He could feel his hole twitching, trying to close.

Steven saw his cum oozing out of the gaping hole and it pleased him, “Come on slut, push it out!”

Trent bore down and could feel his father’s cum bubbling out of his hole.

“Faster!” Steven smacked his son’s ass and just as he expected it forced his cum out, a little bit even squirted, “More!” He started to lay down a steady stream of blows to his son’s jiggling ass and grinned as his cum leaked and dripped out of his son’s well used boy cunt.

Trent spread his legs more and could feel the mess running down his crack, over his balls and even onto his thigh. He still had an erection and it was bobbing almost painfully, but the spanking was racketing up his arousal and he was shocked that he may climax soon. He was panting and moaning and wiggling his hips, “Please dad, yes make me come!”

Steven’s brows shot up, he had no idea his son hadn’t come yet. He took Trent’s arm and pulled him around and pushed him against the door. Trent could feel the precum that had landed on the door, cool and slick on the small of his back. Steven reached down and gave Trent’s cock three quick thrusts then said, “Come for me. Come all over my fucking floor,” then he gave the dick a slap, not too hard, but it stung just enough that Trent was finally coming. Copious amounts of cum flew out of the tip of his dick and Steven leaned forward and drank it as if he was at a water fountain. Trent was taunt, back arched and his thighs quivering. When his cock was finally reduced to sputtering he slid down the door and took a deep shuddering breath. He was crying softly, it had been such an intense orgasm.

Steven sat beside him and stroked his hair, “Beautiful. You look utterly beautiful like this,” he kissed his tears away, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Trent whispered, still overwhelmed.

“Are you hungry?” Steven smiled, “I ordered pizza…”

The Lancaster Men

Story Components: gay incest, perceived non-con, May/December, dirty talk
AN:  You may have seen this story on the website Literotica. I'm in the process of moving my original fiction from that site to here. I have made some edits to this story so it flows better as well. I hope you enjoy!

Trent pulled off the thick veiny cock with a slurp and watched as it sagged downward towards the muscular thighs of the man that owned it. It was getting harder and any minute now it would be the rigid feast he was so familiar with. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, sucking on this cock while the man slept, but he was so addicted now. Once he realized he could suck to his heart’s content and not wake up the man he had taken to doing this at least twice a week. His green eyes slid over to look at the clock on the nightstand: 2:37 am. He still had a little more time to indulge.

                The man felt his cock bob to the side when it was released. Again. It was happening again. And like every other night this has happened, when the sweet pull of lips around his member woke him up, he played like he was still sleeping and allowed it to happen. He knew it was wrong, this late night molestation. Seduction. But he couldn’t help it, not with the sensations that mouth could put his body through. He should have put his foot down that first night. When he woke up with a gasp and squinted just enough to see his handsome 19 year old son between his thighs, bobbing away at his pipe like it was a carnival prize. But he hadn’t. He had been too shocked at first to speak and the hesitation allowed time for him to realize that his son was a natural born cocksucker. It was the best he had ever had. Even his wife (rest her soul) couldn’t suck him off like that even with all her years of practice. So now, two months into his son’s bizarre night time fetish he still selfishly indulged himself.

                Trent licked his lips and looked down at his father. He couldn’t believe what had become of himself. He had never been this lusty and cock hungry before. He pushed his longish black hair back and bent back down and took the tip between his lips again. He thought back to that first night, when he had boldly touched his father and found himself enraptured.

                Trent had been visiting for the summer. He had moved out when he was 17 to a small apartment closer to the beach. His father hadn’t really wanted him to go, but with Trent being a well-rounded and respectable boy he knew he could trust him to take on this responsibly. He had moved away a town over and with his dad’s busy schedule and him getting ready for senior year they had been too occupied to really see each other, though they talked on the phone every day.

                Trent loved his father. Steven was a well-known businessman in his city, kind and honest. Most people thought him to be a conservative man with the perfect family. His wife was respected as well while she was alive. Her sudden death from a car accident had rocked their inner circle. Trent had been ten at the time and her death had brought him closer still to his father. As he became older and their conversations became more adult oriented, talking about work and money and the like, Trent began to look at Steven in a new light. Trent already knew his father was handsome, at six foot two and with a great physique most of the women in their professional group of acquaintances could barely contain their giggles when Steven would look at them. With his bright blue eyes and smile warmly showing off a row of perfect teeth and deep dimples in each cheek. He recalled hearing his mother tell him not to color over the gray at his temples. She said it made him look distinguished and more handsome. He didn’t understand until he was 18 and his father colored over it, it did change his face and he had taken it upon himself to tell him not to do it again. His father had laughed and agreed.

                Trent came to visit one weekend on the fly. It was last minute and he left from work on Friday and drove the hour to his dad’s. He didn’t call, he wanted to surprise him. When he got there his father was cutting the grass. He was shirtless and the sheen of sweat had defined every muscle of his broad smooth chest. His dark nipples were jutting out and looked suddenly inviting. The tight jeans looked great as they stretched over his firm ass. Trent knew his father was handsome, but this was the moment that he realized he was sexy as well. That entire visit he caught himself looking at his father. When he went back home he had a dream his father was holding him down and rubbing his cock against his. When he woke up he was so turned on that when he gripped his cock he instantly started to come.

                He tried to slake his desire for his father by meeting up with older men at the local gay bar. While the sex had been awesome, every single time he wound up imagining it was his father. When the last encounter ended with him calling out ‘Daddy!’ during orgasm he knew he had to do something about his attraction.

                During the next visit he worked on just being Steven’s son and not looking at him with lust. It was working for a while and he was confident he could get over his desire. However, when his father came into the kitchen Sunday morning, still groggy, with a morning wood that was tenting his pajamas to near bursting he knew it was over. He wanted that cock and be damned everything else. He went home that evening and masturbated multiple times to the thought of his father’s bulge.

                He couldn’t wait to go back the next weekend. This time he indulged and looked at his father every chance he got. He even boldly masturbated in the shower. Saturday was the turning point. He woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss and he could hear very faint sounds coming from his father’s room. He tip toed over to the door and noticed it wasn’t closed all the way. He couldn’t see inside so he took the risk and pushed it open just a bit more. His eyes grew wide when he saw his father at his computer desk, naked, with that glorious dick in his hands, watching porn on his laptop.

Trent figured his dad watched the stuff, without his wife and his refusal to date it was natural that he had to do something about his libido, but seeing it for real, seeing his cock hard and leaking at the tip sent Trent into a tailspin. He almost kicked open the door, ran to him and sucked him down like a starving man. In fact he had to grip the side of the door-frame to force himself to stay. His eyes scanned to see what video his dad was watching. There were two men and a busty woman. They had her pinned between them, one cock in her pussy and one cock down her throat. She had tears in her eyes, but was handling the duel pounding like a champ. The scene wasn’t one that would turn him on, but the guys were hot, muscular with dark hair, just like his dad. What he wouldn’t give to take the woman’s place…

                The scene changed and he heard his dad groan and the sound sent shivers down his spine and blood to his cock. In the new scene the woman was on her back, one man plowing into her and calling her names like ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’, while the other man sat beside them. Suddenly the man pulled out of her pussy and the other man bent down and started to go to town on his cock. Sucking the female’s juices off the erection with gusto. Trent’s eyes went wide and he heard his father whisper ‘just like that’ and his eyes snapped over to watch his father again. Steven had leaned forward and was pumping his cock faster and licking his lips. His eyes were glued to the two men. Trent thought he must be dreaming. Surely his conservative father wasn’t getting off on the gay moment between the two guys! He looked back and the man was still sucking away at his buddy’s cock. Trent’s own dick was so hard right then it was almost painful. He turned and rushed to the bathroom to jerk off. He had to stay in there longer than he would have liked, waiting for his erection to abate so he could pee.

                Finally free of the toilet he walked back to his dad’s room. The porn was gone, but the laptop was still open, the screensaver glowing just enough for him to see that his father was sprawled on the bed sleeping, still naked. At first he didn’t move, he just took deep breaths and stared at his dad’s beautiful member. It was thick and unlike his it was cut. It was still semi hard too. When the beast jumped Trent pushed the door open and walked inside, mesmerized by the pure power of the thing.

                He gently lowered himself to the bed and picked up his dad’s hot shaft and before he could change his mind took a quick lick of the tip. It was salty, tasting of his father’s ejaculation and he loved the flavor. He took the whole tip onto his mouth and sucked. He only did so for a few minutes then he quickly rushed from the room. In his haste he didn’t even notice he had left the door open. Steven had opened his eyes then and rubbed his hand over his cock, it was still wet from his son’s mouth. He didn’t know what had gotten into Trent, but he was aware of just how good that had felt. He had gotten up, shut the door and put on his pajamas. Perhaps as his father he should have some sort of talk with his son about incest and how wrong it was, but truthfully he had taken to fantasizing about his hot boy for a couple of years now so it would be too hypocritical. So when morning came around and Trent wasn’t acting strange he didn’t bother.

                College and a job promotion made it increasingly difficult for the men to see each other and the incident was all but forgotten by Steven. Until two months ago, when Trent finally come to visit after taking a semester off, the strange incident repeated itself. With his eyes closed Steven vowed to have a talk with his son in the morning about it. He never did.

               

               

                Now two months later after countless times of waking up to his son’s lips around his member Steven had a whole other talk he wanted to have with his son. Trent, he assumed, in fear of waking his father never sucked him to completion. He would give him this wonderful blow job then run away just as Steven’s climax was building. At this point they both were so far down the hole with this that he just wanted to come and fuck if it was wrong or not. When Trent did that wonderful swirling maneuver with his tongue he loved so much he let out a moan of approval, the first sound he’s ever made since this whole affair started.

                Trent froze, his green eyes shot up to look at his dad and he let out a whine when they locked with Steven’s blue. He tried to pull away but Steven placed his large hand on his son’s head and pushed him back down, even further than he had went before. Trent gagged a bit and looked at his father in shock.

                Steven grunted, “If you’re gonna suck off a guy at least make him come. Damn,” he smirked, “you look like a slut.”

                Trent didn’t think his eyes could become any wider but they did. He felt his father’s cock jump in his mouth and he took a deep breath and wiggled his tongue. He was already caught and clearly his father didn’t mind. He reached up and pushed his dad’s hand away. He pulled off the cock with a loud pop, his saliva dripping from his lips. He took a deep breath and gripped the base of his father’s erection and began to pump it. It was slick from his spit, hot and the largest vein was throbbing against his palm. Trent loved it. He tilted his head and slid his tongue up the side of his dad’s firm member, following the pulsating vein with the tip. When he reached the underside of the cockhead he flicked his tongue over it until precum beaded at the tip. He took the precum between his lips and sucked it directly from the slit. He looked up at his father and was pleased to see the older man panting in pleasure.

                Steven took his cock and yanked it away from Trent’s lips, “How many cocks have you sucked to get this good son?" As he asked he was smearing his precum and his son’s saliva all over Trent’s lips with the tip of his dick.

                “I lost count,” Trent panted out trying to capture the cockhead with his mouth and looking like a baby bird grasping at a worm.

                “Fuck,” Steven moaned, “you are a slut.”

                Trent shivered at the language. He nodded as he gave up on the head and lowered himself to suck on Steven’s heavy balls.

                “Yeah that’s it, put my sac in your mouth,” Steven gripped Trent’s hair with his other hand and shoved his face closer, “tease me all these months…I’m coming tonight you know. Gonna use you like the cum dump you apparently are,” he let out a growl before he forced his son’s head up and back down onto his cock.

                Trent was still in a bit of shock, he never knew his father could speak like that! It was exciting though and it made him lap at his father’s cock with renewed vigor. He must have been doing something right because Steven began to buck his hips, thrusting up into his son’s mouth faster and faster.

                “Fucking open up,” Steven demanded as he got to one elbow so he could see his son better, “take my cock down your whore throat and love it!” He continued to skull fuck his son, loving the gagging noises he forced him to make. When he finally released Trent the boy pulled off with a gasp for air and shining tear filled eyes, “Get naked son.”

                Trent scrambled from the bed and obeyed. He was soon standing at the foot of the bed, naked, his uncut penis hard, his purple cockhead peeking out from the flesh just a little and leaking from the one eye. Steven scooted closer so he could get a good look at his son.

                “Unlike you son, I’m not a whore, I’ve never touched a cock other than mine before. Always wanted to though,” Steven took his son’s member in hand and smirked. He was so far gone and overcome with pleasure that he didn’t care what happened tonight, “It’s about as thick as mine. Your mom wanted you uncut,” he reached up with his other hand and tugged on the foreskin, “I didn’t care either way, but looking at it now…it’s kinda sexy,” he pushed his finger in the pocket between the skin and the cockhead and rubbed it up and down. He could hear his son whimpering above him, the tip spit out more precum, “can you believe I made this cock,” he glanced up with a wicked grin, “shot my cum up your mother’s cunt and made this cock,” then he moved his finger and began to flick the wet opening with the tip of his tongue.

                Trent was shivering, his legs felt weak and he thought he might fall. He looked down and watched his handsome dad lick his tip. He had to grip his father’s shoulders for support when Steven pressed his tongue alongside the foreskin and head, just like he did with his finger, and started to wiggle it mercilessly. Trent was panting now, his asshole twitching with the need to be filled.

                “D-dad…fuck…too much,” he pleaded.

                “Mmm,” his father pulled away, “no, not enough,” he wrapped his lips around the foreskin and tugged it until Trent was gasping for breath and precum dribbled nonstop from the cockhead. He let the skin go then reached up and pinched it together and pulled. Covering the head of his son’s dick as he twisted and rubbed the foreskin together.

                Trent’s legs buckled a little and his father smacked his ass then told him to get on the bed on his hands and knees. Trent did and his father positioned himself behind him and pulled his ass cheeks apart. His rosebud was wrinkled and opening and closing like a panting mouth.

                “Did you lose count on how many cocks been up this ass of yours?” Steven asked as he took his index finger and rubbed the opening, watching get a little bit wider.

                “Dad! Shit,” Trent gasped, “yes! Oh God that feels good!”

                “I’m just rubbing it!” Steven chuckled, “You’ve had so much cock it’s that sensitive now? Just like a slutty cunt this is hmm?” He pressed his finger in only to feel his son clamp down on it, “Fuck it’s still tight though,” without warning he removed his finger and licked the puckered hole. Trent whined and Steven licked his lips, “You want me to play with it don’t you?”

                “Yes, please,” Trent was trembling in anticipation now.

                “Tell me what you want.”

                “I want you to play with it.”

                “No,” Steven started to rub the opening again, “tell me what you want.”

                Trent bit his lip, “Um…I want to feel…um…your tongue again.”

                “Don’t be modest,” his dad reached down and pulled on Trent’s loose foreskin again, “you were an eager cockwhore when you thought I was asleep. I never was by the way. You’ve been sucking me off for months and I’ve been well aware and loving it.”

                Trent looked back, “What the fuck-“

                Steven spanked his ass, “Don’t cuss at me slut! Now tell me,” he tugged on the foreskin again until Trent was moaning loudly in pleasure, “what do you want!”
                “I just did!” Trent cried, “Please please Dad! Lick my ass with your tongue! Eat me out! Please!”

                “I only eat out pussy…” Steven smirked and released his son’s cock.

                Trent was taking deep breaths and when he realized his father hadn’t began he groaned in frustration and said, “Daddy, please, eat out my pussy. My boycunt is hungry for your tongue. Suck it, lap it up. Please hurry!”

                Steven’s cock twitched at hearing his son’s lewd words and as he bent his head to lick him again his member started to leak onto the bed. That thick vein on the side pulse quickened as more blood rushed to his engorged rod, making it hard as steel. Steven ate out his son quickly, eager to plow into his ass with his dick now that they crossed a line never to return. He used his fingers to pry his son open more, his hole was gaping now and easy for him to push his tongue in and swirl it around. It was hot in there, tasty and smelled of hot man musk and sex. Steven smacked his lips, “What now boy?”

                “Fuck me!” Trent had lowered his forehead to the bed, “Now! Fuck my ass!” He got a hard slap to his buttocks, “Oh God! Ugh, my pussy! Fuck my horny pussy!”

                Steven got up to his knees, “Turn around, get me wet and ready again.”

                Trent was quick to comply, turning around and descending on his father’s cock with a long moan. Steven just gripped the side of his son’s head and began to face fuck him again until Trent was crying and gagging on his girth. He threw him off, his cock dripping wet and told him to turn back around.

                “I’m going to slam into this used pussy and have my way with you, fucking cockwhore,” Steven grabbed his son’s round butt cheeks and pried him apart then lining up he snapped his hips and drove in. He started up a quick pace and didn’t let up even when his son was asking for him to slow down.

                Trent cried out, but he had been fucked enough times that it didn’t take too long for his body to adjust and him to enjoy the brutal pounding. He dug his fingers into the sheets and spread his legs wide.

                “Yes Daddy! Like that! Deeper!” He cried out, tears of pleasure in his eyes.

                “You’re mine now slut!” Steven began to spank his son, “No more cock but Daddy’s is allowed up this cunt!”

                “Yes! Okay!” Trent was gasping for air, moaning and whimpering, “Oh fuck that feels good!”

                “You’re tight, like your Mom,” Steven groaned, “your cunt tasted better though!”
                Trent bit his bottom lip and began to climax into the sheets below him. Steven felt his ass milking his cock and he shivered in delight, “Yeah, come you little whore, you cumbucket little bitch. Squeeze my cock till I fill you up. Shoot my load like I did all those years ago to make you! You slut, you incest loving cock whore! Take it! Now!” He climaxed as well, crying out Trent’s name as he filled him up to the brim. He kept pounding though, frothing up his cum until it was leaking out the sides of his son’s well fucked asshole.

                When Steven released his grip on Trent’s hips his son sank to the bed, limp and satisfied. Steven rubbed his still hard cock and smiled as he saw his son sprawled in the mess they had both made. He leaned down and pushed his son’s legs apart.

                “Oh God Dad no. No more,” Trent whispered, “I can’t.”

                “Shut the fuck up,” Steven said and slapped his boy’s ass. The action caused some of his cum to squirt out. He pushed both index fingers inside of him, ignored his son’s whiny protest and pulled him open. He could see his own cum painting the insides of his son’s body, bubbling in places and oozing out slowly.

                Steven took his tongue and scooped out a nice amount and swallowed, “Mmm, your pussy tastes better with cum in it,” he placed his lips over it and began to suck his son clean.

                Trent was trembling again, overloaded on sensations, but loving just how filthy his father turned out to be. With his vulgar language, brutal fucking style and now this lapping up of his own cum Trent realized he had hit the jackpot with his father.

                Steven took one nice long suck from his son’s ass before he sat up and lined up his cock again. He heard his son say no, but he just told him he’d love it and he pushed in again. Trent was too weak to thrust back but his father didn’t seem to mind fucking him while he was limp. In fact Steven loved that he had fucked his son into oblivion. He had often done that to his wife. One night he fucked her so good she actually passed out. He hated to admit it but it was thrilling to continue to pump into her pussy even as she flopped around like a rag doll. Now to be doing that to his son was an even greater pleasure.

                Soon Trent found that his body was tingling all over and his cock was trying to get hard again. He began to moan and though he still couldn’t move he was now asking for his father to drive deeper and to go a little faster.

                “See, told you you’d like it slut. Take my bull dick up your tiny little cunt and love it!” Steven spread Trent’s legs wider, now his son looking even more wanton and depraved. Like some washed up porn whore, “I’ll stir you up until you can’t fucking walk anymore. Turn you inside out boy!”

                “Yes,” Trent whimpered, “tear my boycunt up! Fuck my pussy raw Dad!”

                “You’re gonna get it now boy!” Steven grabbed Trent’s waist and held him down as he leaned over him and pistoned down into his spit and cum slick hole, “Damn this cunt is so tight! It loves swallowing my rod. Like some cheap corner bitch! Fuck here is comes son! Eat my cum!” He shot another load into his boy with a primal yell, it splashed back onto his thighs and ran down Trent’s legs and over his ball sac. His son’s spent cock twitched a little in arousal but couldn’t get it up anymore.

                Steven finally collapsed beside his son. Trent’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t passed out. Steven ran his fingers through his son’s dark hair, “Wow boy, your body is the best.”

                Trent hummed then whispered, “It’s yours now…all I want is your cock.”

                “Good, that’s the way I want it too,” Steven closed his eyes, “you’re sleeping here tonight so I can fuck you first thing in the morning.”

                “Yes sir.”

                “Sir?” Steven smiled, “Damn son, I like the sound of that.”