Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2021 17:24:10 -0500 From: Rod Rey Subject: Dominating My Dirty Dad in the Dark I looked in the mirror while standing in my basement bedroom on a Saturday night, soaped up and perfumed for my disguise. A nervous smile spanned my face, but I was ready. And on Valentine's Day of all days. For months, I'd been jerking off to Dad's dirty videos, but so had his millions of followers and subscribers. What had started from just listening to him getting fucked by man after man in his room where he filmed, to actually seeing the action myself from the comfort of my phone. Since I was a college graduate at almost twenty-three, he'd let me stay home again until I found an apartment. Dorm life had been fun for the past four years, but homelife with my sexy dad was suddenly more interesting. By now, I'd watched every single release Dad had put out after I'd subscribed. Silly man, telling me not to look at them like I'd actually listen. Little did he know that my big, thick, and leaking cock was lonely these days, and I'd had enough of a tease. I'd always found him hot, especially since he looked like a model for a fashion catalog for being in his forties, lean and toned. But it hadn't been until college when I'd started developing my most intense sexual fantasies about him after only a crush. I'd struggled with my feelings at first, but now, I'd accepted that I was a sick fuck horny for his own dad. And what a hot, fucking ass on the smaller side. Now, it was my turn to have a taste, and I was ready, albeit nervous as fuck. Thank God I was a hot jock who'd gotten my share of tasty man butt. Cock, though? Occasionally, only sucking because no one was fucking my proudly-virgin ass, no matter how big and round it was. Rimming didn't count, and it felt amazing having a tongue up there. Since Dad had a thing for masculine and dominant men of color in top shape, the only thing I had going for myself was my body, cock, and masculinity. Not to toot my own horn, but I was really hot and had all kinds of opportunities, just that I was White as fuck like Dad because of our Nordic ancestry, and the blond-blue stereotype no less. But that was okay. Lucky for me, my dirty dad was kinky and loved getting dominated in the dark, according to his filthy messages on the hookup app we were on, between his real account and real pics, and my fake account and fake pics. Nothing like a manly man being manhandled by other men, so hot. He'd even said he'd let anyone take him in the dark if he was horny enough, with an emphasis on the word "anyone." Hmm, could that have included me too? Maybe not. We always joked about it whenever our profiles showed up in each other's matches, which was all too often because of the app's inconsistent algorithms. "Will I take your last name when we get married?" along with hard laughter over some drinks. His flirting regarding it was most likely not serious at all, while mine was laced with the insatiable hunger I had for him, especially for his small, cute ass whose hole was probably loose enough to take any cock. But his flirting gave me hope, and the face he made whenever he flirted with me had solidified my plan. I knew not to expect anything more out of it, just sex. At fifteen, I'd anonymously written him a long-ass love letter on Valentine's Day, pouring my young heart into it with so much depth and tears, calling it "Forbidden Love." He'd probably thought it'd been from a married neighbor. What a stupid and foolish kid I'd been. I was a man now, and I knew better than to expect that to happen. I'd eventually gotten over my crush on him until college when my sexual hunger for him had hit me hard and refused to go away. So, here I was in my room. I was Carlos with a big and brown hunk of meat, quiet and reserved—my deep voice would give myself away—and fantastic in bed. Sadly, faking a Spanish accent to turn him on more wasn't something I was good at. And to make Carlos sound even more perfect, I told him I'd been looking for love but only wanted a hookup for tonight. So, Dad was ready for a hot Valentine fuck, and me having tons of sexual experience like he did made me feel more secure. I grabbed my phone and texted him. I told him to leave the front door open, to tell me where exactly his room was, and to make sure he stayed put until I went naked inside his room. He replied, and I was dizzy with the same anticipation he had. I needed to calm the fuck down. I blew a big breath. Fuck, I was really doing this. My heart pumped fast because of my boldness. But I needed him more than ever now. I couldn't explain it. I needed my dad. Living in the U.S. territory of Cestin Island—it was off the Atlantic coast of Florida—was a blessing for me in particular, and it wasn't just because of the beaches with white sands and beautifully-blue waters, or even that it was LGBTQ-friendly, or that one could legally drink at eighteen. No, it was that incest was legal here between consulting adults. Albeit heavily frowned upon. I waited plenty of minutes, hard as a rock. Dad thought I was at a friend's watching a sports game, so it worked out perfectly. I got naked and opened my door. I sneaked upstairs to the first floor, and then up another flight of steps to where his room was. I'd been fully erect and leaking the entire time. The hallway light was off. Actually, every light in the house was, except for the porchlight to help me see a bit while going back downstairs. I slowly opened his room door, crept inside, and closed it. Then, I froze, the room spinning and making me breathe harder. Since the windows were covered with thick curtains, it was pitch dark in here. Fuck, I couldn't do it. Was I terrible for plotting something like this? "Hi, Carlos. I'm on the bed." That deep, sexy voice in combination with the taboo situation got me painfully stiff even despite the extreme nervousness. Precum dripped from my slit and hung in a thick string. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He chuckled. "I can hear you breathing. Relax. I know you're shy like you said, but come on. I'll make you comfortable." I took a few reluctant steps toward him and stopped by the edge of the bed. He scooted away to make room for me. "Lie here next to me." It took me a moment, but I did. As soon as I lay on my back, the horniness took over me like a possession, and I leaned over to kiss him. Oh my fucking God, I was actually making out with Dad. This was too surreal. He could really kiss too. I explored every part of his smooth body, inhaling the natural scent of man mixed with just a hint of cologne. I wished neither of us had cologne on, but I hadn't been sure what he'd thought since I'd forgotten to ask about it. I'd wanted to be safe. Still, I could come already just by how turned on I was. "Mmm," he said as he broke the kiss. "You're smoother than I thought. I'm used to hairier men, but your pictures were so hot that I knew I had to meet you. Just wish you were a little more dominant, though. No offense." Oh, shit. I needed to pick it up now. He wanted dominant? I'd show him. I lay on back again, gripped the back of his head, and pushed it down to my cock. Fuck, his mouth...ungh...shit, this was amazing. Dad gently moaned while bobbing away in slurps. He licked the shaft and sucked some more. Then, he sucked my big balls and swirled his tongue around the bits of hair. If only I were hairier to turn him on more. I heaved some horny breaths and had to be careful with coming too soon. So, I turned around and lay on my flat belly, and I let his tongue meet my hole. Ungh, I loved this. Total tops who felt emasculated when being rimmed didn't know what they were missing out on. I could lie here and fall asleep from what felt like a relaxing massage. I humped the bed while Dad ate my ass, but I needed to end this moment of heaven and move on. I turned back around, sat upright on the bed, and tapped his smooth ass. I lay back again and pulled him toward me to get him to sit on my face. My turn now. I dove right in and used my tongue. He either must've shaved or was naturally smooth, which was like that in all his videos. I wouldn't have minded some hair. "Oh, Carlos, you're so amazing," Dad said in a breathy tone. From what I could hear, he was jacking himself off. I stabbed my tongue into his loose pucker, sucked the anus hard while moaning through his butt in muffles. I cut off my sounds right after realizing I could give myself away. His soft whimpers and hard breathing made me hornier, though. I'd heard his sexual noises many times from his room and videos, but hearing them right near me while being responsible for his pleasure was mind-blowing. There was no experience like it in the world. "I don't need lube," Dad said. "Use your precum when you're ready to fuck me." If only I could speak without him knowing it was me. That was the only frustrating part of this experience. After eating more of his ass, I pushed him toward my cock, and he knew what to do. He turned around to face me while squatting over my lower half, and he took my cock with ease, just like the pro he'd been for however many years of cocks he'd had. "Fuck me, Carlos. I swear I'll do whatever you say. Take this ass and own it. I'm your dirty slut." Wow. I was inside him. I was actually inside my own dad, my big cock plunging deep into his used slut hole. His sexy voice, his hole, his skin against mine, his manly smells, and his overall enjoyment were like nothing I'd ever experienced. What I'd do to talk to him while fucking him, say dirty things to him to get him off. What I'd do to have him know his own son was Carlos and not be upset about it. Instead, he'd want me even more and would want to bond with me like I wanted to bond with him. But that wasn't the reality. I gripped his waist and thrust into him, me doing all the work while each movement made him bounce on my cock. I slapped into and treated him like the dirty slut he wanted to be treated as. "Fuck me...ungh..." I slowed down to avoid coming too fast from the sounds of his desire threatening me to shoot. I brushed his lips with my finger and slipped it inside so he could suck it. I wasn't just fucking him, I was dominating my dirty dad in the dark, never to be seen or revealed. It'd probably be a one-time thing, and he'd forget all about it. But if he wanted to do this again, it'd be impossible for me to reject him after all the hot fun we'd been having together. After this new closeness with him that I didn't ever want to end. I rammed into him and pounded his small butt in hard thwacks, skin against skin as if sexually beating the shit out of him. "Carlos...God...you know how to fuck. Fucking beat my butt like a slut." If I could just say a few words in response, but I couldn't. All I could do was feel and make him feel. "You're hitting my spot...I'm...trying to hold it in, but...ungh..." "Come..." I said in an exaggeratingly deep voice with whatever Spanish accent I could attempt. "Now!" "Oh, Carlos, you spoke...I mean, yes, Sir, I'll come for you. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come hands-free. Shit, gah..." Dad cried in deep ecstasy while his cock blasted away like a geyser, his warm jizz all over my face and chest. I licked whatever landed on my lips, and I loved the taste. It wasn't so much the taste itself, but the meaning behind it. I'd once been one of those swimmers in this hot man goo. He'd bred Mom and had given me life, only for this life he'd created to grow up and fuck the shit out of him as a thank-you. After pounding him for about a minute or so, I was ready to flood his hole with my own swimmers. I softly cried until I stopped, realizing I could give myself away. The experience was so hot that I felt like I couldn't stop shooting into him for a moment. When I finished, I lay and relaxed, catching my breath. Dad pulled me out of his ass and snuggled with me, probably feeling submissive in my arms. He kissed me with so much passion, the kind that could make me fall for him so easily if I weren't careful. I melted in his arms, and the feeling of father and son being this way was too powerful. I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't think much as we lay here in silence. I made out with him for a while and caressed his face. I gave him so many tender kisses, a few pecks in between, rubbed his nose with mine, my lips traveling to his neck and ear and back to his mouth. This. This was what I'd wanted. To fuck him and then thank him with so much deep affection. I loved this man, my world, and I wanted to share myself like this with him. But I could only do it as Carlos, and only in the dark. He stopped and rested his head against my chest, and for the first time, I kind of felt like we were lovers. It was actually...nice. Beautiful, even. Father and son showing a new kind of love. Dad sighed. "Since I know you're going to leave me like every man does, how about I pay you to do this again." Where was this headed? "You're looking for love like I am, and I know you don't want that tonight. But I'm tired of being a mindless cumdump. I mean, it's fun and all, but...I want more now. I'm not getting any younger. And I'll pay you real good money for the company just so you won't leave." Oh, fuck. The emotion in his tone and the truth about his love life made my heart sink. I'd had no idea he'd been in search of something meaningful, only to fail with finding it. I'd just assumed he'd loved being single. What could I do? This wasn't part of the plan, and if I rejected him now, I'd risk crushing his hopes, and I'd become just another typical man on his list. At the same time, if I stayed, he'd eventually fall in love with Carlos, a nonexistent lover. Shit, I'd just fucked up big time. And all because I'd wanted to fuck my own dad and bond with him in the process. Night after night of hearing him in his room, I'd wished hard that it'd been me giving it to him. Now that my wish had finally come true, I was paying the price in the form of an emotional game that I should've never started to begin with. After all, I hadn't just dominated my dirty dad in the dark; I'd dominated my loving dad's heart. His own son, and he didn't even know it. What now? ***INFO*** Want more by Rod Rey? 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