Note from the author: This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. I was inspired by all the hot daddy/boy incest porn I have found on nifty over the years. It has a slow build but hopefully a rewarding pay-off. I hope you enjoy it. More ideas are percolating, but I'll wait to see how this one goes over. Feedback is appreciated at robdeluxe (at) aol (dot) com.

- Chance -

I love my dad. He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I suppose we were unusually tight in large part due to my mom dying giving birth to me. My dad always tried to show me enough love for two parents and became both mother and father to me. He taught me to throw a football and then kissed my scrapes when I fell trying to catch it. He taught me to fish as well as how to bake a cake. He gave me the "talk" which included how to speak with someone I had a crush on and respect what they had to say.

He always treated me with trust and respect, and I regarded him the same way. I confessed immediately the only time I ever shoplifted (a pack of gum) and he coached me on how to speak to the clerk at the convenience store when I returned it. He stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders and gave me the confidence to come clean and accept my fate. I told him about my first forays into romance and he was the first one I told when I lost my virginity to my high school girlfriend. I never held anything back from him.

He returned the favor by never hiding the challenges he had with being a single father working a full-time job. I knew he regretted the long nights he had to work which kept us from spending more time together. He felt guilty relying on extended family to watch me when he couldn't. But he always made it up to me by taking a keen interest in my life. He attended all my sports activities and artistic endeavors. Whether it was soccer practice or the school play, I could always look up and find him smiling in front of all the other parents.

And it was hardly a blip on our radar when he told me when I was 15 that he was finding himself attracted to men. I just knew he was sharing his honest thoughts and I was honored that he trusted his teenage boy to still love and respect him.

- Marcus -

My son chance is my pride and joy. I am so lucky to have him in my life. It was touch and go when he was born, but he survived. I couldn't get lost in my grief when my wife passed giving birth to him. I was suddenly the only person in this beautiful baby's life, and I was going to honor the love I had for my wife by pouring it all into our child. The first day he called me "Daddy" will always be the best day of my life.

That investment of time and energy paid off in the best relationship I have had and will ever have. My son has grown to be a loving, caring, bright, and healthy man. He lettered in three sports in high school and became the star defensive lineman on his college football team. His first job out of college was as a junior executive in a tech firm. His future shines bright, but he still comes home every chance he gets just to spend time with his old man.

When I was 35 and Chance was 15, I took a big risk and came out to him as gay. I had visited gay bathhouses a few times and was quickly convinced that I had been missing out on something wonderful. My son took the news in stride. He asked some very appropriate, adult questions and then told me he loved me and hoped I was happy.

We started dating at the same time. When he was wooing his high school sweetheart, I was making dates on Grindr and finding out what it was to be a gay man in the world. When he shared that he thought he might be bisexual, we compared notes on how to have sex with men.

Already having been a husband, I looked at the men I dated as potential life partners. After hooking up with a few losers, I found the man of my dreams. I married Stew when I was 37. I knew he was the one when my son said he liked him and was hoping Stew would be his second dad.

- Chance -

It seemed only natural that since I had been my dad's best man when he got married that he would be mine when I married Cassie when I turned 25. Cassie was a great fit for our family. She was beautiful and smart which kept my attention, she loved musical theatre which endeared her to Daddy Stew, and she loved me more than chocolate which was all my dad needed to hear. The four of us became strongly bonded and a tight, warm family.

I was fortunate to find my dream job in San Francisco as the executive vice president of marketing for a social media company. Cassie and I found a lovely home in Pacific Heights. We were living the dream. And the best part was that my salary afforded us the ability to fly and visit my dads in Oregon at the drop of a hat. There was never a month that went by that we didn't see each other either at our place or theirs.

I've heard that God gives with one hand and takes with the other. I was truly blessed to live the life that I did. Great dads, great wife, great job, and more happiness then I could have expected. Then my world changed when I turned 30.

- Marcus -

Stew and I had the kids up to our place in Oregon to celebrate Chance's 30^th and my 50^th birthday. It was just going to be an intimate dinner for the four of us to celebrate our milestone birthdays. Stew and I had already had a big blowout with our friends for my actual 50^th and Cassie had organized a celebration for Chance and their society friends for the week after his birthday.

Chance and Cassie arrived the day before his birthday and our evening was spent playing games and then listening to Stew and Cassie sing Broadway duets at the piano. We drank and laughed and appreciated the company of each other.

Stew and Cassie took off the morning of our celebration to gather the food and decorations. That left Chance and I to reminisce about our lives together. We marveled at how well each of us had matured and how lucky we were to have lives full of love. I think there is a saying about tempting fate...

The police arrived shortly after noon to inform us of the accident. Bad enough to lose one great love in your life. I had now lost two. And now my son got to experience it when he was old enough to understand it. I wish he could have been spared that feeling.

- Chance -

The period after the accident was a blur. I'm so grateful I had my dad with me for mutual support as we managed funerals and memorials in both Oregon and San Francisco. It was bittersweet for us to hear from friends and families how much Cassie and Stew had meant to them. Dad and I had thought of them as our world, and it was nice to know others held them in high esteem as well.

I decided to take an extended leave of absence from work. Dad took an early retirement and would live out his days comfortably with his and Stew's life savings along with insurance settlements. I was holding off until I could manage my grief to make any decisions about my career. I did know I couldn't live by myself, so I put my house in California on the market. I couldn't live in San Francisco any longer as the city reminded me too much of my life with Cassie. It was too painful to remain there alone.

Dad immediately offered to take me in to his home. It was an easy decision to make. It was a month to the day after my birthday that I had closed out my home in San Francisco and moved in with my dad.

- Marcus -

Having my son back in my home and to spend time with him every day was the silver lining of our shared tragedy. About a week after Chance moved in, winter descended upon our oceanside town and bitter cold enveloped our area. I can't imagine how much colder it would have felt if I had been here alone.

The first cold snap of the season brought us close to record lows. The house had a massive fireplace in the living room as well as one in the master bedroom. Chance and I set up each and the roaring hearths filled the home with a comforting warmth.

I turned in early that night after spending the evening drinking brandy with my son in front of the living room fire. I kissed my son goodnight and told him I love him before I headed to my room. The warm glow of the fire welcomed me, and I quickly stripped and slid naked into the sheets. The quilted blanket above me provided a nice weight that made me feel snuggly and secure.

The crackling of the embers in the fireplace and the smell of cedar reminded me of romantic nights in front of the fire with Stew. We had the stereotypical (fake) bearskin rug in front of the hearth and spent many winter evenings with champagne making love in the warm glow of the dying flames.

For the first time since Stew's death I felt a stirring in my cock. Thinking about all the nights that my husband had slid his large cock into my tight hole made me miss him physically in a way that I hadn't for the past month. I reached beneath the sheets to validate that my dick had reached half-mast and fondled my balls and shaft until I was close to full erection. I then moved my hands to my nips and gently twisted them while I lightly thrust up onto the weighted sheets. My libido suddenly kicked into overdrive.

I reached into the nightstand and pulled out my lifelike dildo and lube. The dildo was a gift from Stew when he had gone on a business trip and knew that I'd be missing his regular poundings. The dong was roughly the girth and length of my husband's magic wand and my mouth watered at the prospect of feeling my prostate massaged again.

The lube was in a pump bottle which I used to dispense a generous amount onto my hand to slather on both the dildo and my asshole. I loved this lube as it stayed wet for hours until I wiped or washed it off. It was also the kind that could regain its slickness when moistened. Many mornings after an intense fuck session and a well-earned night's sleep, Stew would spit on his hand, remoisten my hole to its prior viscosity and fuck me to another orgasm before morning coffee. I placed the bottle on top of my nightstand as I began to nudge the head of the dildo against my hole.

With both hands free now, I began to apply pressure to my hole while I lightly stroked the full length of my cock. The rubber cock began to stretch my hole wider and wider as I slowly teased my hole to reintroduce it to the massive girth that was so reminiscent of my husband's dick. At one point I had to pull out a bottle of poppers and use it to relax enough to get the widest part of the cock in. A month of not using my hole caused me to feel like an ass virgin all over again. After the poppers did their trick, I set them next to the lube and resumed my anal invasion.

Once I was able to accommodate the girth, I slid the dildo in until I felt the rubber balls touch my ass. Having passed this milestone, I rested for a moment and took some centering breaths. I then kicked the covers off and began the process of slowly pulling the cock back out of my hole. This time I concentrated on the feeling of the dong rubbing against my prostate. The familiar itchy feeling made itself known and I reversed direction, pushing the cock back in to its base. Once I found the itch, I was going to make sure it got scratched.

I began to speed up the process and was quickly fucking myself with long, hard strokes. Each time the cock's balls pounded my hole, I squeezed harder on my nipple and gasped with the pleasure/pain sensation that was filling my body. I could feel my first orgasm creeping up on me and I wanted to fully enjoy that ride.

That's when I heard it. "Daddy?"

- Chance -

After my dad and I kissed goodnight, I finished my brandy in the warmth of the dying flames. I allowed myself to be hypnotized by the flickering fire until it seemed to disappear into the glowing embers. I then tended the fireplace and went to my bedroom.

Stripping naked, I slid beneath my sheets and immediately became aware of how fucking chilly that room was. I rummaged through a chest at the foot of the bed and pulled out a couple of heavy blankets. Shivering below them, my body seemed unable to generate the necessary heat to keep me warm on this bitterly cold night. In that moment, I became painfully aware that I was sleeping alone in a bed. Cassie had been my world and the body that gave me energy and heat. I missed her with a renewed intensity that I had not felt since she had died.

I then decided to do something I hadn't since I was 12 and had a particularly bad nightmare. I pulled on a robe and made my way to my dad's bedroom. I know I was a 30-year-old man, but I needed my dad to protect me and make me feel better. I got to his room and gently knocked on his closed door.

There was no initial answer. I knocked louder and whispered "Dad?" Still nothing. I thought I heard movement, so I knocked a little louder and repeated "Dad?" Still not getting a response, fear started to creep into my body. Maybe something was wrong with him. I couldn't stand the thought and my childhood need for my father kicked in and I knocked one more time with a plaintive "Daddy?"

- Marcus -

Hearing the distressed tone of my boy saying "Daddy?" snapped me out of my sexual reverie. I quickly pulled the huge dong out of my hole and stuffed it under the mattress as I responded "Yes, Chance. Is everything all right?"

"Can I come in?" was his response.

I anxiously replied "Of course."

He opened the door and walked in as I quickly pulled up the covers. In an anxious tone, Chance said "I'm sorry, but it's really cold in my bedroom and I'm feeling particularly lonely in there by myself. Would it be too weird if I slept in here with you?"

"Of course not, son. Crawl on in." I made a hand gesture to the opposite side of the bed and lifted the covers as an indication of acceptance.

"Um, I wasn't thinking clearly when I left my room and I'm naked under this robe. I don't usually wear anything at night. Let me go get some boxers, unless you have a pair I can slip into," he stated.

I responded "To tell you the truth, I'm naked under here as well. Like father, like son, as they say. I don't mind you being naked in bed." That seemed to alleviate any concern he had. He moved to the other side of the bed, lay his robe at the foot of it, and then slid under the sheets.

As it was a king size bed, there was a distance between us that could have been filled with two other people. Chance snuggled into his pillow and pulled up the blankets. "Ahhh," he sighed, "Nice and toasty. Thank you. I feel better already."

"Glad to hear it," I responded. I then told the automated system to turn off all the lights and rolled to my side to begin drifting off to sleep. In doing so I felt a twinge in my asshole and was reminded of my interrupted fuck session. "Oh well," I thought, "tomorrow is another day."

- Chance -

Being in my father's bed, I felt safe and secure. I quickly drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke, it took me a moment to register where I was. I was in my bedroom in San Francisco. I was facing the window and could see that the morning sun was just starting to throw light into the room. I turned over and saw the back of Cassie's head facing me. Her hair cascaded over her pillow and messily splayed itself across the sheet.

I craved her body and moved closer to her. I inhaled deeply and took her in. All I could smell was my love for her. My morning wood was already at full mast as I pressed myself against her flesh. My cock began to throb as I adjusted my position so that my dick was nestled between her thighs, the tip of my erection pressing against the underside of her vulva as my shaft rode the terrain of her taint. I moved back and forth and waited for her to awake so I could roll her over and plunge deep inside of her.

I could hear her gently moan in her sleep. Although my longing for her was overwhelming, I recognized that I needed to take my morning piss. I thought I should take the opportunity while she was still sleeping to use the master bath to relieve myself and then slide back into the bed and her. I gently started to extricate myself from between her thighs but was unable to move. Her body had a grip on me and would not let go. It was almost as if she was now attached to my body. I began to panic and closed my eyes to focus my attention on using all my strength to pull free.

When I opened my eyes again, three realizations occurred in rapid order. First, I had been dreaming of Cassie and I was in my father's bed in Oregon. Second, I had a raging piss hardon. And third, my hard dick was between my father's thighs. My arms were wrapped around him with one pinned beneath him and our legs were entwined. I wasn't sure how to process it in this moment. All I knew was that I needed to disentangle myself from my father and hopefully in a way that didn't wake him up.

I began to pull my hips back from being pressed against my father. My dick was able to easily slide though the valley of my dad's thighs. I could feel the tip of my dick slowly ride along his taint. When it freed from between his thighs my turgid cock tried to spring up but was interrupted by the valley of my dad's ass cheeks. His ass had a slickness to it that caused the tip of my dick to spring up through the crack until it caught on the top edge of my dad's asshole. I froze for a moment as my mind pieced together what it was feeling and what I needed to do next.

That's when I felt my dad start to shift in his sleep.

- Marcus -

I guess Stew and I had fallen asleep on the bearskin rug in front of the fire after a night of him pounding my hole. He was holding me close and had covered us with one of the quilts he had bought at a local craft fair. I could feel his breath on my neck and smell the intoxicating scent of the bourbon and cigar in which he would occasionally indulge.

I could also feel his large cock pressing against my taint and balls. He had apparently been frotting against me while I slept. I flexed my hole and could feel where it had been recently stretched. He moaned a little and then pulled his cock from between my legs and positioned the head of it against my used hole. He paused for a moment waiting for an indication that I was ready to go again. I arched my back and pushed my butt out and impaled myself on the full length of his dick.

I felt fuller than I had ever felt before. Somehow after a marathon fuck session my husband had gotten bigger. Usually in the morning after fucking he could slide in easily with no pain at all. This morning I had to take a moment to adjust and breather through the pressure. Once my asshole relaxed, I started to clench and release my hole to massage his hard dick. I heard him moan in pleasure.

- Chance -

I was gobsmacked. In my hesitation to decide what to do to remove myself from my father's body, he had in one thrust taken the entirety of my cock deep inside of him. The slick and fast entry was shocking. I can only assume his hole was prelubed and ready to go.

Having a bisexual father, I suppose I was freer to explore my sexuality in high school and slept with boys and girls. The few times I buttfucked or was buttfucked by another guy, I never recalled it happening this easily. And particularly since I heard time and again that I had an unusually large dick, it usually took my sex partners a good deal of time to adjust to the girth and length.

But all that was beside the point. The point was that I was now balls deep inside my father. And I was still trapped by his sleeping body. I had to decide whether to wake him up and explain (and hopefully laugh about) what happened or... was there an "or?"

Apparently, there was. Before my mind could sort through options, I felt my dad's hole start to pulse around my cock. Any thought to remove myself vanished. I was enjoying a sensation I had never felt before. My dad's ass was apparently supremely talented. Whether he realized it or not, he was sharing a spectacular gift with me.

- Marcus -

Stew always enjoyed my ability to get him off with the peristaltic movement of my asshole. As I massaged his dick with my ass, the movement would cause the tip of his dick to apply and release pressure on my prostate. There were many occasions where the throbbing of his dick when he came caused my prostate to signal a body shaking orgasm in me as well.

But apparently Stew wasn't going to be content with a passive fuck. I felt his dick start to slowly move back and forth in my hole and apply greater pressure to my prostate than he ever had before. I could tell I was in for a good ride and moaned my appreciation.

- Chance -

In for a penny, in for a pounding. Although I didn't want to fuck my dad awake, my desire to share physical intimacy with someone I love took over and I began to rock my dick in and out of his hole. I know exactly where a prostate is and directed my thrusts to cause as much pleasure to whoever bottomed for me. Since it was my dad, I focused on the technique that had caused a few high school fuck buddies to lament the fact that I was going to commit my dick to a woman for the rest of my life.

In the back of my mind I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but my desire to connect to my dad in this way overwhelmed any morality I may have held on to regarding this act. My dad was obviously happy as he moaned out while I fucked him. And I was happy to be bringing him this pleasure.

For a moment I wondered whether he was awake, but when he mumbled "Oh yeah, Stew, that's the spot," I felt as if Daddy Stew was using my body to pleasure his husband. That gave me permission to combine the thought of fucking my dad with the loving act of fucking Cassie. It felt like there were four of us in this bed and all of us were having a great time.

- Marcus -

Stew began to long dick me. He pulled all the way out to the tip and slammed his cock back into me. I could hear his balls whack against my taint as he picked up speed. He then changed speed and started shallow thrusts. Every time he was hitting parts of me that I never knew existed. Every ass itch I ever had was being scratched in this moment and I was living for it.

"Oh yeah, baby. I love you, fucker. Pound my tight hole," I cried out to cheer him on. He maintained his intensity and the energy his body gave off enveloped my whole body. I was lost in this fuck.

- Chance -

My dad began to continually moan in his sleep and mumbled various words that I could barely make out. All I knew was that whatever was going through his mind was matching the experience I was having. I kept getting closer and closer to orgasm. I tried to hold it off by pausing and changing tempo and technique, but I knew I couldn't hold off forever.

I pushed my cock in as deep as I could go, and I swear I felt myself push through another sphincter. I wanted to be as far inside my dad as I could be and share the same space with his body. I made short thrusts deep inside and felt the edge of my orgasm begin to pull over me until I was completely enveloped in it. I surrendered to the feeling and felt my dick throb multiple times deep inside my father as it emptied out over a month's worth of stored seed. I was breeding my dad and savoring every second of it.

I tried to remain silent and bit my lip as I rode the multiple waves of this intense orgasm. My whole body shook but continued to hold my father tight against me. I could feel sweat dripping from my body and a peace descend upon my spirit. I was spent and renewed at the same time.

- Marcus -

I could feel the unmistakable signs that Stew was dumping his load deep inside of me. He was filling me deeper than he ever had, and I was enjoying the injection. He moaned and then held me tighter as I could feel the tremors from his body slowly settle.

I was thrilled to know I could still bring my husband this much pleasure. I was also happy that he could find new ways to rock my world. I was the luckiest man in the world to experience this much love and pleasure from one person.

- Chance -

As my mind cleared from the effects of lust and testosterone, I realized that I still needed to disengage from my father. The need became more pressing as my piss hardon was now just a dick that needed to piss.

I tried to pull my arm out from under him, but his weight had me pinned down. I thought I could give him a subliminal suggestion and whispered, "You're on my arm. Can you move?" My dad groaned but didn't move. I tried again, "I have to pee. You need to move."

Unmistakably clear, my dad responded, "Go ahead, Stew. Fill me with your piss."

- Marcus -

It wasn't unusual for Stew to piss in my ass in the morning. He enjoyed knowing that he could laze in bed, relieve himself, and have me carry it to the bathroom for him. And I enjoyed the fullness, particularly after a good fucking. It was one of the few kinks we indulged in and it never failed to get me hard.

- Chance -

I wasn't sure whether to take him up on the offer, but my dick was still semi-hard and lodged deeply inside my dad. And I wasn't sure what else I should do. "Fuck it," I thought, "Can't wait to explain all this to him when he wakes up."

I focused on relaxing the muscle that held in my piss and felt little squirts of it release deep inside my dad. The squirts quickly progressed to a stream and my bladder emptied into my father. I felt both a profound sense of relief and a deeper bonding to my father. He had now let me use him just like a giving tree. I was going to have to come up with an amazing way to pay him back for all this.

Shortly after my piss flow stopped, my dad pulled away, dislodging my dick from his ass and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He groggily stumbled to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

It was then that I noticed the lube and poppers sitting on his bedside table.

- Marcus -

I woke up feeling a fullness inside that told me I really needed to get to the bathroom. I still had the dream fuck on my mind as I was waking up and getting out of bed. I felt gratitude for the chance to experience a physical connection to my husband again even if it was only a dream. I could also feel the stretching I had given my ass with the dildo the night before. As I closed the bathroom door behind me, I felt a sleepy smile emerge from my face.

After sitting on the toilet, I released my sphincter and had a momentary flashback on all the times I had dumped my husband's load and piss into the toilet after a morning of lovemaking. I then realized I wasn't having a flashback. I was emitting a lot of warm liquid from my ass and the bathhouse smell of it caused my dick to spring up. Had I been fucked and filled by a ghost?

That's when my mind cleared, and I realized what had happened. My son who had shared my bed with me had bred me and pissed up my ass. But why? I trusted him implicitly and immediately assumed that he would honestly explain it in a way that would make me understand how it happened. My mind quickly shifted to the fact that someone I loved had fucked me. And in my dream state I had experienced the breeding of a lifetime from both my husband and my son.

As I finished up in the bathroom, I knew that we would be talking about this in the morning. In the meantime, I was heading back to bed.

When I opened the bathroom door, I could see my son lying there lit gently by the moon. His back was to me and I could see his body gently rising and falling with each breath. I could also see that the lube and poppers that were still on my nightstand when I stumbled into the bathroom had moved to his side of the bed. As I lifted the covers to rejoin him in slumber, my hardon twitched and produced a stream of precum as I closed the distance between us.