Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2023 16:52:00 -0600 From: King Dom Subject: Man Whore Father and Jock Slut Son 5 Man Whore Father and Jock Slut Son 5 By: KD This story features sex between consenting adult males, two of whom happen to be related. It is 100% fictional. Any and all similarities to people dead or alive are purely coincidental. If this is not your kink, or you are not of age in your territory, then read no further. If on the other hand you are a pervert like me then pull it out, stroke it hard and release! If you enjoy the Nifty archive then be sure to donate to keep the cum flying! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Luke -- 19, 5'11" 185lbs Thickly built and sculpted former HS football wide receiver/wrestler. 7"c Dad -- 37, 6'1" 235lbs BEEFY furry bearded Latino, rugby build. 7"uc thick -------------------------------------------------------------------------- BACK TO DAD's POV "Surprise indeed Little Dude...." I had one paw on the warm tight muscle of my kid's lower back. The intimacy of the gesture was clear. Another shot of electricity coursed through me. I brought my other hand to the back of his brawn neck and pulled him forward, bringing his barely parted lips to my own. "Ohhh my god. Daaaad." His faint voice shook. A mix of whisper and whimper. I pushed his mass quickly and had him pressed against his door frame. I could taste the energy drink he'd recently had. His sweet plush tongue battling my own. I could smell HIM. Finally. The scent I knew so well. PURE jock boy essence. The tang of teenage testosterone. He trembled at first but soon I felt his hands all over me. Searching the sticky wetness of my back and chest. My boy's nails teasing my hair and skin as he raked them through every inch of me that he could possibly reach. He was smiling wide as we made out. The kiss bringing both of us bliss we had denied for too long. I pulled back to take in his stunning stupid grin just a moment too late. "A good surprise I hope?" Luke's head dropped as his smile faltered and he sounded worried. My hand tucked under his chin without a moment's hesitation. "You could have told me Little Dude. You could have..." He cut me off. "No. I couldn't. It was never just I'm gay Pops. Never just I'm a bottom." He breathed deeply. His eyes and nostrils flaring wide as he accidentally took in my overpowering odor. "See. Even now look at what you do to me? You can see what I am Dad. How could I tell you? I didn't wanna disappoint you. Didn't want you upset when I didn't take after you. You're a fucking KING bruh. You..." It was my turn to stop him. "I've never been prouder Champ. NEVER `bruh' fucker." I bust out laughing letting the tension of the moment go. His goofy toothy grin was back bigger than ever. "You're a fucking king," his voice was breathy, filled with need "Daddy." Before I knew what was happening he'd flung me backward into the opposing frame, pinning me briefly. He dropped to his knees. His lips and tongue trailing the dense forest of hair from my neck and chest, down to the lines of my abs. My bellybutton. His sweet saliva mixing with my sweat as he licked voraciously at my roid defined six pack. My cock was in his hands now as he looked at it mesmerized, hynotized. Long stroking the shaft and peeling my foreskin back. The rich scent of my worn uncut cockhead hitting his nose as he stared at it in disbelief. His mouth hung open, tongue salivating. Dripping for me. "Wait." I was firm, maybe harsher than I intended, and he froze. His face both frightened and filled with longing. "Lukey, this can't be undone. Once we cross this line..." Every fiber of me wanted this. But the guilt .This was my baby boy. When he was born... "I think I was born to cross it Pops." LET'S FUCKING GO. I thwacked my shaft against his cheek. He traced his thumb along the ridge of my dick's helmet. He was in heaven. "Kiss it kid. That's where it all started for you. Nurse the cock that made you Little Dude." I'd said similar words countless times. Giving feral little fags and musclebound men the fantasy they so yearned for. Now though? My body shuddered as the words left my lips. My voice was raspy and desperate but commanding. I let my gaze take it all in as my boy brought his plump lips, the lips of a born cocksucker, together. He puckered them and brought them to my leaking head. He gently gave my swollen daddy dick a peck. His eyes flashed to meet mine. He gave it another kiss. Letting his lips fall open ever so. He let go as he finally gave in to the moment. His body visibly relaxed and he began making out with my glans. His hands, delicate and small for boy as big and gym obsessed as him, now played with my shaft and foreskin. His tongue tasting for the first time the rank remnants of my cum hiding just under the hood of flesh. He moaned hungrily. "Oh, baby boy likes that doesn't he?' He nodded eager approval. "Little piglet wants to taste what's left of his brothers? Huh boy? You been dreaming of getting to try the milk that made you haven't ya little one?" He was breathing heavy now. The moment clearly overwhelming the fucktoy that was my son. He was shivering as his lips and tongue savored my taste. He nursed me with abandon as his beautiful button nose pressed deeply into my ripe bush causing him to deeply huff my scent. I could feel the familiar pull at my taint. My bull hung balls tightening as my seed churned. Fuck no. We had way more to try first. I gently slapped his face and rolled my hips back. Just enough to remove his treat from out of his tongue's reach. His pleading eyes willing me to give it back. My pre nut stringing and then breaking from where it hung between my helmet and his beckoning lips. God he really WAS born for this. "Stand up faggot." I spat it at him as I fought the urge to rape his throat until he begged for mercy. He was on his feet in a flash. Staring at me and waiting for his next order. Whoever had trained my son had certainly done well. "Strip that bullshit off." I slid sideways away from him and began to cross the room, making a bee line towards his bed. As I moved he began frantically ripping his clothes off. His worn football sweats were gone in a flash leaving him in a flimsy looking jock. Fucking slut. I noticed him now struggling to get his hoodie off and over the width of his shoulder. After letting the flustered little faggot fight the fabric for a second, I redirected towards him. I brought my meaty hands to his little lifter waist. Intentionally tracing my fingertips across the ridiculously tight and veiny skin of my kid's obliques in the process. Laughing lewdly as I felt him shiver at the unexpected and formerly forbidden touch. "Looks like your stuck there bubba. Let Daddy get it for ya." He swayed at my words, catching himself as his knees almost gave. "I got ya boy. It's okay." I pulled his arms up now, catching his sweet boy stink as I tugged at the sleeves. His well ripped and tanned torso coming into view invitingly as I undressed him. The taboo of it all causing me to lick and bite my lips. This was my son. MY boy. The last time I'd done this I couldn't recall but I knew this time I'd never forget. Luke looked embarrassed for a tick, bashful even, but noticing my primal hunger he flashed back to ravenous little fuckboy. The look of an addict flaming in his eyes. He got that look from me. Placing his palm flat on my chest he pushed me back. Slowly, until the skin of my hamstrings felt the cold cotton of his duvet. With one finger he firmly pressed into the deep cleft nestled between the mounds of my pecs. He pushed me until I was sat on the edge of his bed. He used his knee to spread my own open. He stood between them, slowly bringing my face into contact with the supple flesh of his taught chest as he inched into me. My lips just about the same level as his pert and pink puffed up nips. His chest heaving wildly as he felt my touch. Luke's hands wrapped around me now as he bent slightly forward. Bringing his arms around the width of my well-rounded shoulders and then further around my delts, groping at each curve of muscle along the way. As he explored and groaned loudly, I realized I had without even thinking brought the edge of my teeth to his jock teat and was gently, temptingly, biting at the tender nub. I let it go and flicked my tongue at it. Then nursed it like I loved my fuckdolls to do to me. I let my course beard tickle my boy's skin as I looked up at his closed eyes. His face helplessly lost in lust. His hands grasping tightly at my traps for balance. I chuckled deeply and rubbed my first my face then bear forcefully between his muscle tits. The stubble of my bald head rubbing roughly against his shaven chest as I did. He quivered. I pulled back from him placing my calloused paw on his flawless unblemished chest. I pushed him back with one finger the way he had done to me. Still seated on the edge of his bed I manspread widely. Leaning back, my arms flexing as they held my gorilla like torso up. I nodded my head approvingly at my kid. My not so Little Dude. "Flex for me son." He went beet red at the request. He'd always been shy about this. Aware of his alluring physique and pretty boy looks but never one to really flaunt it until college, until he showed the world his secret side. It was part of why seeing him plastered like a knotted bitch on my screen had been so unbelievable. So obscene. It was why now seeing that shyness creep back in was intoxicating as all hell. The contrast. The innocent and shy playful boy he had always been to me vs the depraved jock fuckpig he was flaunting himself as to the whole world. He got that from me too. I mean yeah, I am most definitely a high-grade man whore but in my everyday and business life I'm just the neighborhood's most dependable dad. In my everyday life I show only my most basic of charm. Even that I flaunt sparingly. I'm a bit dominant, alpha even, but with purpose and never with ego or attitude. All Luke's life I'd been the go-to parent for reasoning with even other people's kids because they respected AND liked me. I was successful and driven. I was a passionate little league and pee wee coach. A huge and supportive sponsor when my boy grew beyond my knowledge and I turned him over to his coaches. I supported local politics and had considered a run for school board to fight some shithat that had an agenda I didn't approve of for my son and his friends. Most people may have found me attractive and desirable even, and of course knew I was gay but I was mostly vanilla in their eyes. Only a handful of people from that world, people I'd shown firsthand, knew the beast I became in my private life. On trips to Southern Decadence and IML. To Folsom. In the gay world I wasn't the dependable dad I was the Dirty Dad. I was the guy you hoped was as rough as I looked. The one you knew would leave a mark in the best way. The kind of MAN my son went for. All that's simply to say that now I saw it in my boy. Hell he even had me fooled until last night. The little fucker had me buying his `I've only played with a few buddies' nonsense. Kid must have had a broad definition of the words `buddies' and `few'. Almost as broad as his wideset shoulders were. Even hunched in and nervous like he was right then he was still imposing. He was gorgeous. Gorgeous little father fucker. That's what I was gonna make him today. I snapped my fingers. "I said FLEX. Or do I need to call a boy from Equinox to show you how I like it?" It was testing and crude. And it worked just like I knew it would. Luke bit his lip at me as he chuckled, shaking his head softly. His competitive nature fully triggered. "You think you could really go back to one of them after this Pops?" There was the bold little bitch who'd snuck men in my home to use and breed his teen muscle cunt. THAT was my son, my baby boy. And just like that he was posing in front of me. A smirk crept across my face slowly as I recognized the poses as being from a routine I'd done when I competed in an amateur show a few years back. Little Dude must have been paying real close attention to still remember it so well. "You really think for one second you aren't going to rape me now Dad?" All pretext and games were gone. "Fuck it, we ball." I sneered out our shared motto. He grinned that smile that never failed to take my breath away and bit his full lips at me. "Fuck it, we ball." "Get on your knees Little Dude." His goofy grin gave way to a look that can only be described as `fuck dumb'. He knew his moment had come. Or was about to at least. "Crawl over here and get a sniff of Papa." I licked my lips as his eyes lit up dotingly at my command. "Yes papa." He whispered huskily as he moved slowly between my firm flexed quads. Every muscle in my mammoth body was tensed and tight as the reality of the moment in front of me set in. The edges his rock-solid eight pack made contact with my aggressively hard dick head first. The dense path of his treasure trail tickling my sensitive cock sheath. We both let out small gasps. He was my bitch now. I braced myself on one hand and used the other to move my shaft up between us, sandwiching it against his and my own washboard abdomen. He inched closer. His face was now close enough that he could lick and nuzzle into my chest. He was like a hog searching for truffles as he followed the scent of my chest into the dense pelt of pit fur that was the source of much of my wafting musk. He relaxed his bulk onto me as he dug his nose and chin into my ripe underarm. A true pit pig just like his Pops. "You always did say I smelled good growin' up. This what you meant bubba? Fag loves Daddy's rank test sweat doesn't he.? Wanna go out into the world reeking of me?" "Goddddamn it Daddy. It's so much better than I hoped. SO much riper than the left overs I got." He looked at me with an impish smirk. "I was the reason you lost so many jocks at the gym Pops." I'd always assumed it was one of my coterie of jock cunts that was nabbing `em. "You little shiiiit. You're the reason I get in trouble for going around there commando these days." I winked. It had been the easiest way for me to solve the problem. "I'm sure you noticed." "How could I not. It's why I had to stop lifting with you." I hadn't ever thought of that overlap. Damn. "I missed those days, just assumed ya outgrew me a bit kid." "You're so dumb." He sighed heavily as he kissed at my pecs and wrapped his arms around my hulking chest tightly. "I just couldn't take it once you were on full display. Your flock of himboys made it hard not to be annoyed. That's what I told myself. I was just too fucking jealous. They got what should have been mine." He was clearly still raw about. My poor boy. "Bubba," I nuzzled his head until we were eye to eye. My forehead pressing down onto his "I'm sorry. Not that I could have known. But had I... I don't know what would have been different. I didn't ever think this was even in the realm of reality." "And now?" He had to know the answer. "Little Dude since last night I've been able to think of nothing other than folding you in half as I core out that outrageously plump ass. Making your bed shake like `coach' did. Taking what should have been MINE." He wasn't the only one with a pang of jealousy. The thought of him giving that tight teen ass, his cherry, to someone else. When it could have been mine... FUCK. "It's yours now Papa. Make me YOURS. Please Pops." "You asked for it you little perv." It was finally time to rape my son. This is chapter five in a new series chronicling the beginning escapades of a man whore father and his jock slut son. Apologies to readers familiar with my other work but I promise I am currently working on a new chapter in the Daddy Bear Boyfriend & Muscle Nephew series as well! Some readers have been asking for reference pics so feel free to drop me an email for them. As always feedback is welcome! TheKingDomWrites@gmail.com