Date: Wed, 07 Sep 2022 20:38:27 +0000 From: iHeywood Subject: That's N̵o̵t̵ My Kid DISCLAIMER: I do not participate in nor condone sexual acts with minors. This story is pure fictional erotica with the sole purpose to get people off. That's N̵o̵t̵ My Son by iHeywood One As I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a strange, cold place I also realized something felt off. Then I heard some guy talking softly but could barely make out what he was saying. I tried to speak but my mouth was so dry I couldn't get a word out. So, I started to turn my head in his direction. That is when I realized he was pulling up his pants. They looked like scrubs. "Scrubs?" I thought, "where am I, in a hospital? What the hell happened?" The guy who I now presumed to be a nurse was talking to someone on the other side of the room. When I looked in that direction, I saw my own father standing in front of a sleek and modern-looking couch that sat in front of floor-to-ceiling windows. He was shirtless. The sunlight coming through just radiated off of him giving him this glow from behind. I noticed as my eyes traveled down that he was also pant-less. He didn't even have underwear on. A moan escaped my lips when I saw his large cock dangling between his legs. Behind it was a nut sack hanging about halfway down the length of his cock. Which, by the way, was almost to his knees. The two men stopped speaking and both looked at me. Shock had replaced the look of lust in their eyes. "Pax! You're awake! My boy is awake! I knew you would come back to us!" "Wa...wat...," I tried to ask for water. "Diego, I think he's asking for water. Would you please...?" my dad asked the other man in the room who was now fully clothed in a pair of pale pink scrubs. "Of course, Wesley. Uh, I mean, Sir. I'll be right back." Dad sat half of his naked ass on my bed next to me and started petting my face. "I am so happy you came back to us, Pax! You don't know how horrible it's been with you here, but we never gave up hope that you would wake up." "Where is mom?" I asked. Diego came back into the room with a Styrofoam pitcher of ice water and a cup with a straw. He came to the other side of my bed and adjusted it so I was sitting up a bit. "Here you go, bud. Let's sit you up so you can drink some water." He smiled at me. I gave him a "why the fuck are you fucking with my dad" type of look. When I finished a few sips and my mouth and throat were lubricated again the first thing out of my mouth was directed at my dad. "How long have you been fucking my nurse?" They both were surprised, but my dad spoke first. "That doesn't matter right now, son. What matters is that you are awake!" He smiled at me. "I'll go and let you two have a moment. I have some other patients to check on anyway," Diego said as he backed up to the door. I noticed my dad ignored him and just continued petting my head, until I spoke to Diego with an attitude, "Yeah, I'm sure you do." "Hey now! There is no need for that bitchiness, Pax!" I heard my dad exclaim before looking at Diego and mouthing "I'm sorry" to him. When the nurse was gone, I looked at my dad. "What the fuck is going on? Why am I here?" Dad started to speak but I quickly cut him off... "Oh, and again, how long have you been fucking my nurse? And where is mom?" We talked for a long time. The sun had come down, and the moon came up. My horrible hospital dinner was delivered; it was wrong by the way. And of course, I got a visit or two from some doctors. Diego didn't return though. It would be about a month or so before I saw him again. Dad, whose name is Wes, if you didn't catch that earlier, explained everything to me. I had been in a coma for just shy of 10 years. TEN FUCKING YEARS! During that time, my mom got sick and passed away. That was about 2 years ago my dad said. But that wasn't even the most surprising part, to be honest; I mean, cancer ran in the family on my mom's side. I just hated that I missed it and that she wasn't here to see me wake up. Anyway, the accident that put me in a coma happened on my 21st birthday. I couldn't remember any of this and dad could only give me what he knew from the few friends that came by to visit and check on me. I had been out with some friends celebrating my birthday. We had gone to a bar just outside of town called "Barbell." It was one of those gay bars that catered to more of the muscular jock types. I bet Diego went there a lot; based on how much his top clung to his pecs and the sleeves stretched around his biceps. My best friend Corey told dad that I had met a guy at the bar and was going home with him. I ordered us an Uber from my account. While we were on our way to the guy's house, dad didn't know his name, we were t-boned by an 18-wheeler truck. The Uber driver and the guy were killed instantly. Now, here we are ten years later. "And Diego? Did it start before mom died?" "Oh, God no! Pax, how could you ask something like that?" he coughed before continuing. "After your mom died in this very hospital, and you were still comatose, I got pretty depressed. One night when I was here with you, he came in to check on you and comforted me. He sat with me for hours just letting me cry on his shoulder. "Over the following weeks whenever he was working and I was here he would check on me, bring me a snack here, a coffee there. Well, weeks turned into months, and then one day, suddenly, I just kissed him. I was so embarrassed that I ran out and didn't come back until the next day. "I didn't think about it at the time but with his 12 hours shifts, he was still here when I returned in the morning. We talked a little bit about the kiss and he told me how attracted he was to me. I guess I give off a "daddy" vibe." Aside from my casual "uh huh's" and "okays" I stayed quiet while listening to my dad explain; until I interrupted him completely. "And then you fucked him?" I asked. "Why are you so interested in this?" "How could I not be? It's been ten years and I wake up to see you two with an after-sex glow. You're still naked by the way," I looked down at his growing cock, "and I'm still a faggot so this is kinda hot to me. I've never had a quote, unquote, "daddy complex" but I think I do now." I looked back at my dad's huge and hard cock that was now leaking precum, then looked back at its owner. Dad cleared his throat as he stood up from the bed and backed away. He turned around and went over to the couch to get his clothes and cover-up. "Continue with the story dad." "Right, uh, so. He sucked my cock that day after I kissed him. And it progressed from there. We have been fucking for about a year and a half now." "Got it. So, you're gay now?" "Well, I've always been bi, son. And I will always love your mother. But yeah, I guess I am. I'm gay." "Welcome to the club hot stuff." We both laughed and the tension was broken. All through this conversation and storytelling, I was horny as fuck. I'm shocked dad didn't see my own cock creating a tent under the sheets that were covering me. I'm not as big as he is but I'm pretty thick. If he did see, he didn't say anything. God, what I would give to suck his cock. "Wait, what?" I thought to myself, "I've never thought about that before." But you know what? I didn't give a fuck. I wanted to suck my dad's huge ass cock and maybe even let him fuck me. Hell, Diego could even join if he wanted. That would be fucking hot! "So, you would just fuck all around my hospital room while was laying here unconscious?" Dad got a guilty grin on his face and said, "Well...". Even with everything I had been through and everything I was learning; my mom dying, my dad being gay now, and fucking my nurse; I really wasn't upset. I mean, what could I do about any of it? Nothing. So why stress about it and why harp on things I can't change? So, I chose to embrace it. --- After a week of being under the watchful eyes of my doctors and nurses I was released and was able to go home. I wasn't supposed to walk upstairs for the first month of being at home. Don't ask me why, it was the doctors' orders. So, I moved into the pool house on my parent's estate rather than my old room. Dad was there for me 24/7 whenever I needed him. I told him I was fine and could take care of myself but he wouldn't listen. I even told him that I would be ok if Diego came over but apparently, he was still so embarrassed about me finding out about him and my dad that he refused to come over. A few family members visited here and there, those that were local. My sister came and brought my two nephews, Van and Bran. It was so great to see them but those dudes were teenagers now! It was crazy. My brother-in-law had stayed home with Ralphie. I didn't ask because my sister seemed frustrated but I assumed Ralphie was a new baby. A couple more weeks had gone by before my dad threw a huge "Welcome Back to Life" party for me. Family from all over came to celebrate my return and grill out. My grandpa even showed up! I hadn't seen him since I was like 5. He was retired and loved to travel the world. In the middle of the party, I was sitting at a table with my grandpa, dad, and my sister, Marie when Ralphie, whom I quickly met earlier, came running up to my dad. "Grampa, can I have a popsicle?" he asked. "Of you can. You know where they are," dad replied. As Ralphie walked over to the freezer that was set up on the patio, I commented to my sister about Ralphie. "Marie, it's awesome you have another kid. I bet he was a surprise considering Van and Bran are older now." "Yeah, he was a surprise all right," she nervously chuckled. "How old is he?" "Nine. He turns ten in a few months" "Really, he looks so much smaller. Like he should be five or six." Suddenly, Marie turned her attention to our dad and spoke to him. "Dad, I can't do this anymore. He needs to know the truth. I know you wanted to take a little longer but they both deserve the truth." "Marie, no. Not here, not-," Marie cut him off, "Pax. Ralphie isn't my son. He's yours." "What!?" I exclaimed in surprise, "That's not my kid!" That is when shit hit the fan. Everyone got quiet and stopped the various games they were playing. They all turned their attention over to me and my loud mouth. You'd be able to hear a pin drop. I looked at Ralphie in disbelief. While everyone was looking at me, dad was also looking at this young boy who apparently was my son. He was sitting at the other end of the patio on an Adirondack chair licking the blue popsicle he got a little bit ago. When he heard what I said, Ralphie dropped the cold treat to the ground and started crying. I felt so guilty but I didn't believe he was my son. How was that even possible? Marie got up and started to walk over to Ralphie but before she got more than three steps away our dad stopped her and said that he would check on the boy. "Marie, you sit down and explain everything to Pax. You wanted to tell him, so tell him." Dad went and got Ralphie and the two of them went inside. As they walked through the sliding glass door I sort of shouted, "Sorry!" I looked at Marie and started talking. Throughout her story, I kept looking at grandad to get confirmation that what she was saying was the truth. All he did was nod. A few months before my 21st birthday I was dating a girl I knew in high school, Savannah. We reconnected in college and started dating. All throughout our relationship, I was having personal issues with my sexuality. I didn't remember any of this. In my mind, I was always a raging homo. I guess I told Marie everything, how else would she know? Anyway, one of the times Savannah and I had sex had been the moment Ralphie was conceived. He was born five months into my coma. My family got to see him every weekend for the first six months of his life. After that Savannah decided she couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't raise a kid alone. Of course, she wasn't alone. She had my parents and I know they would've taken him for extended periods of time if she needed a break. But I guess that wasn't enough. So, she decided to give my parents full custody and they never spoke to her nor saw her again. After my mom died, Ralphie went to live with Marie and her family. My dad, in his depressive state, couldn't take care of a young boy right after his wife died and his son was still in a coma. Marie told me that Ralphie knew all the major details. He knew I was his father; he knew I was in a coma and that no one had told me he was mine. His small frame for his age didn't keep him from being a smart young boy. So I had a son. Ralphie was my boy. As soon as that really sunk in I knew I had to go find him. I ran into the house making my way to the stairs. I probably shouldn't have run up the flight but I had to find Ralphie. When I got to the top and looked around, I saw many doors lining the walls. I couldn't remember which door lead where so I just started opening them. The first one I passed was French doors so I figured that was the master bedroom. No need to go in there. The next one was a linen closet, then a bathroom, an office, and next to that was a craft room. "Wait, a craft room?" I thought, "I'll have to check that out another time." I came across a couple of basic bedrooms before reaching the last door on the left. I saw my name on the door and realized that was my old bedroom; from before the accident. I saw the door was slightly ajar and started hearing some moaning noises coming from inside. I couldn't totally say why I didn't hear the noises before but I'd guess it was because I was so focused on finding Ralphie that I just didn't hear them. As a got closer to the door the moaning sounds got louder. I could also hear some slapping noises and a child giggling. Then, all of a sudden, I heard my dad say "That's it Ralphie, take your grandpa's big cock. Fuck! Your bussy feels so good." I instantly got angry and stormed into the room. The door slammed against the wall making a loud noise. Dad looked up at me and smiled while Ralphie turned his head back to me and smiled, "Hi Daddy!!" My dad was sitting on the foot of the bed with Ralphie riding his cock as his back was to me. "What the fuck is going on here?" "Daddy, Grandpa is helping me feel better. I got super upset when I heard you say that I wasn't your son." Ralphie pouted his plump lips while still bouncing on my dad's monster cock. Even though I was looking right at the action in front of me I immediately felt guilty again and filled with sorrow. I walked over to my boy, took his face in my hands, and kissed his forehead. He had stopped moving up and down and just smiled at me when I pulled my face away. "I'm so sorry, Ralphie. I didn't know you were my son, and I just couldn't believe it. I don't remember your mom. I'm so sorry." "Oh, don't let the kid fool you, Pax. He knew we hadn't told you he was yours yet. I'd say he saw an opportunity for me to fuck his tight boy-pussy and took it knowing full well I'd bring him up here to comfort him," dad said. Ralphie giggled. "See," dad continued. "I told you." "So, how long has this been going on?" I asked while rubbing Ralphie's back as he started sliding his tight hole up and down my father's hard cock. Dad replied first, "about a year now." Followed by Ralphie, "Yeah, I walked in on Uncle Tommy and the twins-." Dad coughed cutting Ralphie off. "Oh right, I'm not supposed to talk about that. I'm sorry, Grandpa!" He started to look sad until Dad leaned his head down and said, "That's OK. A slip-up can happen but you gotta be more careful." Then he stuck his tongue down my kid's throat and started making out with the little boy. My cock grew rigid the moment I barged into the room and saw my son impaled on my father's cock. Somehow, it had gotten even harder watching the two of them kiss. While watching them for a minute I made a mental note to ask my dad about Tommy and the boys. "Hey, why don't you let me get in on that action?" I asked. Ralphie broke the kiss and said, "OK, Daddy! Is it OK that I call you that now?" I started lifting him off of my dad's cock. I didn't think it was ever going to end. "Of course, baby. I expect you to call me Daddy forever." I was carrying Ralphie on my hip now with his naked little dick rubbing on my side. I gave him a quick kiss on the nose and he just laughed. "OK, Daddy! Daddy, daddy, daddy!" I then noticed how much larger my dad's cock was now that I was seeing it hard. "Jesus, Dad! How big is that thing?" "Almost 13 inches. Well, 12 and a half to be exact. Pure, and prime daddy cock." "My god! If I hadn't already seen it I'd never believe Ralphie could take the whole thing. I don't even know if I would be able to." "Why don't we find out, huh?" I looked at Ralphie, "What do you say, baby boy? Want to see Grandpa fuck my ass? It's been ten years." I heard dad say "it hasn't been that long" under his breath right before Ralphie answered me. I didn't have time to question him so there was something else I needed to talk to him about later. "Yeah, Daddy! Yeah! Will you lick my bussy while he fucks you?" "Your bussy? What's that?" "My butt-hole. Grampa says it's my boy-pussy and that it was made for taking big, hard, and veiny man-cocks like his. We call it a bussy for short." I had to laugh a little at how happy and adorable Ralphie looked while talking to me. "Well, OK then, but only if I can fuck you too after a little bit." "Of course, Daddy. That's all I've ever wanted." "OK, boys. Let's get to it. Everyone is probably wondering what's taking so long," Dad said. "Well, fuck them," I replied. "No, no, I'll be fucking you." "Damn right," I said back to him. We both smiled and kissed each other on the lips. I may or may not have let a moan escape my mouth. "All right, son. Get on the bed," Dad said to me before turning his attention to Ralphie. "And Baby Boy, you straddle your dad's face like you're going to sit on it." "Aye, aye, Captain!" I said with a smile. When I was on my back dad pulled me down to the foot of the bed allowing my legs to hang over the edge. He grabbed my ankles and brought them up into the air above me before resting my legs on his shoulders. He then spit on his monster cock and rubbed a mixture of it and pre-cum around his cock. He spit on his other hand and started playing with my hole, getting it nice and wet. Once satisfied he started to push his giant bulbous head into my hole. Ralphie followed directions and bent over my face with his "bussy" right over my mouth. The smell and taste of his hole was so intoxicating! The concoction of his ass juices and my dad's cock and pre was the best thing I've ever tasted. I spread his cheeks wider and drove my tongue deep into his rosebud pushing it as far as it would go. A few minutes passed before I pushed Ralphie off my face and told him to sit on my cock. I warned him that while it wasn't as long as his grandpa's, it was thicker so he needed to be careful. "Don't worry, Daddy. I've got this." I chuckled and said, "OK, son. Now, sit on my cock." He slowly slid down my hard rod without any indication of pain. He moaned a couple of times in pleasure but no pain was had. Once he bottomed out I took hold of his hips and slowly started raising my boy up my cock. Then down, then up, then down again. After doing this about ten times I gradually hastened my speed working up to really pounding my boy's pussy. "Yeah! That's it. Fuck that sluts boy-pussy!" I heard my dad say. "Yes! Daddy! Fuck me! I want your cum in my bussy so bad! It's all I've ever wanted! Fuck me, Daddy." To my surprise, Ralphie leaned forward putting his hands on my pecs, and started bouncing on my cock all by himself. His pale smooth ass was hitting my groin and making a loud slapping-like sound. It was so fucking hot! "Oh fuck yes, Ralphie! Slam your pussy on my cock! Oh, God! I'm gonna cum! You want daddy's cum in your pussy, baby? Want daddy to get you pregnant??" "Pregnant!? Like a baby? No! I don't want a baby!" Ralphie stopped fucking himself on my cock and got really serious. Dad and I started cracking up laughing. "No, no, Ralphie. It's like a figure of speech. Boys can't get pregnant." "Oh ok, then yes! I was your daddy cum! Gimme, gimme, gimme!!" And he was back to riding my cock like no one ever had before. I started shooting my cum inside my son mere seconds after he started up again. I didn't think I was ever going to stop shooting. I could see Ralphie's stomach start to grow and get bloated. No doubt becoming full of my cum. As my orgasm started to subside, so did my heavy breathing. "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen!" Dad said. Ralphie turned his head back and looked at him while I moved my head to look around my son. Ralphie started to get up off my cock but I stopped him. "No, Ralphie. Stay there, I don't want my cum pouring out of you and getting all over me and the bed." "But I want to kiss grampa." "Ralphie, just spin around," Dad said. Dad was still in my hole but hadn't moved in a while. He was too busy watching the show, I guess. So, Ralphie spun around on my cock and my dad leaned forward and started making out with his grandson. All I could do was smile at the love they shared. No longer was I jealous or mad about their relationship. Now that I had my own special bond with my son, I was happy they had one too. Before dad had the chance to start fucking me again and giving me his cum we heard a deep voice with a southern twang at the door. "Well, I'll be. I figured you's guys were up to somethin'. I did my best to keep everyone at bay outside but eventually, I had to come up here and check on you three. Had to make sure everything was hunky dory. Sure seems to be to me." It was my own grandfather, Jeremiah. I could see his hard cock protruding from his pants and just looked at him and licked my lips. "Nuh, uh. Boy. You's three gotsta get back to the party. I'll hold everyone off another few minutes so hurry the fuck up." With that, grandad left and shut the door. Myself, Ralphie, and dad laughed before Dad started pulling himself out of my ass. "Come here, Ralphie," I said as I spun my son back around so he was facing me again. I wrapped one arm around him and used the other to sit up on the bed. Ralphie was still sitting on my cock and would continue to be impaled until we got to the shower in the connected bathroom. Once the water was running, I pulled Ralphie off my cock and flipped him upside down so I could suck out as much of my cum as I could. While doing this he started sucking on my still hard 10-inch cock. I didn't think I would ever go soft again. After dad got dressed, he came into the bathroom and told me he would let everyone know that Ralphie and I would be down soon; that he wanted to give us a few minutes alone. "Thanks, dad." Ralphie and I cleaned up and got dressed before heading back downstairs to the party as the tightest of father/son duos. What a change from how things started earlier. --- I really hope you enjoyed the first part of my new story. I'll gladly accept constructive criticism, ideas and praise by e-mail. I'm on Wickr ('iheywood') if you want to chat. If you are feeling generous and want to tip me I also have Cash App set up. 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