Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2024 18:41:15 -0400 From: Derek Wainwright Subject: A Daddys Boy: Chapter 3 By AkaiTora This story contains incestuous sex between a father and his son. If you don't like that, then don't read further than this. You've been warned. Now enjoy the story! Also don't forget to donate to Nifty if you can! We all want to keep this wonderful archive going. You can donate at: https://donate.nifty.org/ The Characters: Alex Young: Son / Eighteen years old / Seven-inch uncut cock / 5'9" / Athletic body with smooth facial features and short brown hair Daniel Young: Father / Forty-two years old / Eight-inch uncut cock / 6'2" / Strong hairy, beefy body with a nice trimmed mustache and beard and shaved head ... Alex's POV I wake up the morning after everything changed to find that Dad isn't home. According to a note he left on the fridge, he had gone out for a jog. That's it. There's nothing else on the note. No "we should talk later" and no "I love you." Does he plan to pretend that the kiss never happened? For me, it was the most magical moment of my life. Everything that I'd ever dreamed of and more. For Dad though, it was a mistake. I know because when he pulled away, I saw that his face had contorted into one of pain and abhorrence. He hated it. He only did it in the heat of the moment because he was so horny, he was blind to everything else. When he realized it was me, he physically recoiled and walked away. Remembering all this, I feel tears welling up. I take a shaky breath and wipe at my face with the heel of my palm. I refuse to cry. I'm an adult now, I shouldn't cry just because my crush rejected me. Granted, it's not a normal crush. I'm in love with my biological father. Ugh, why does my romantic life have to be so fucking complicated? Fuck it all. In three months, I'm going to be away in college. I'll start a new life with new people and maybe I'll meet someone who can take my mind off my dad. Maybe I'll be able to move on. And maybe then I'll be able to look my dad in the eye without wishing we were more. That's the dream. My phone buzzes as I'm pouring myself a bowl of cereal and I see that it's a text from my friends. Eric has a handle on his family emergency and he wants to make up for ditching us last night so he's inviting us over to his place to hang and play Smash Bros or something. I tell him I'll be there because I have nothing better to do. Summer vacation has only just started. Eric Tran and Aisha Taylor are my best friends. I've known them since grade school and we've been doing everything together ever since. Our peers joke that we're all in some love triangle but that's not even close to true. Eric identifies as aromantic and asexual so he's not interested in anybody. And Aisha wants to go to med school so she's always been too focused on her studies to pursue romantic relationships. It was perfect for me since having a crush on my dad gave me little room to look at others. I bike over to Eric's place as soon as I'm done eating. Can't really stand to be in my own house for much longer. It's filled with bad memories at the moment. Plus, Dad could come home any second and I'm not looking forward to seeing him in case he looks at me with disdain for the kiss. Nothing could hurt me worse right now. I get to Eric's place to find him sitting on the front porch with his Switch in his hands. Not even a minute later and we see Aisha's car pulling up. "My boys!" Aisha cries out. She pulls off her shades and hooks them on his shirt collar. "Oh how I've missed you!" "We saw you last night," I chuckle. "And what a long ten hours it's been." She pulls me and Eric into a big bear hug. We return the gesture but I can practically feel Eric rolling his eyes. I've always loved Aisha's embraces though, they always make my day just a little bit brighter. Then we march inside with our arms linked and settle ourselves in the living room to demolish each other in some video games. As Eric sets up the snacks for us, he tells us about his grandfather in the hospital and how hard it's been for his family. Aisha and I listen attentively as he explains that it may be about time to pull the plug and say goodbye. He wasn't particularly close with his grandpa, at least, not any closer to him than any other family member, but we can tell that it's been an emotionally taxing few hours for him. I think about my mom as he talks. I remember how it felt to lose her. The truth is though, I think a part of me was also happy because it meant keeping dad to myself. It's a horrible thing to think but at nine years old, all I understood was that I wanted to be close to dad. And mom felt like she was getting in the way of that. I still loved her, god, I'm not a monster. But sometimes I wonder if it was my silent selfish wishes that made her go away. "Sorry, I'm bringing down the mood," says Eric, seeming to notice my downcast expression. "Let's just play Smash." "No, it's fine," I tell him. "Just had a bad night." "You were with us last night," Aisha pouts. "It was after I left you guys, I swear." Even though these two are my best friends, I've never told them about my feelings for my dad. How could I? They'd never understand. If anything, they might call me a freak and abandon me. Any reasonable person would. And I don't want that. "Anyway, let's not worry about that." Eric and Aisha look as though they want to press further but they decide not to and I'm grateful to them for that. We just play our video game in relative silence, only speaking up to trash talk one another or decide on which areas to choose. Soon enough, we all forget our worries and woes and only focus on the screen in front of us. It's about an hour in when Aisha suddenly says, "Lucina and Robin would make a hot lesbian couple." Eric raises an eyebrow inquisitively. "They're mother and daughter." I choke on my soda. "They are?!" Aisha gasps. "They look nothing alike!" Eric is the hardcore gamer between us so, of course, he would know the lore. He just leans back and casually explains, "Well, technically, Robin is one of Lucina's potential mothers. In the game, Chrom can romance any woman including Robin and Lucina is born as a result. So Robin could be her mother. I think it's universally accepted in the fandom that Robin is usually the other parent though." "That right?" Aisha mutters. "Well, I stand by what I said. Robin and Lucina? They could be a total power couple." "You're gross." "You're gross!" Eric and Aisha get into a slap fight with the throw pillows on the sofa and I'm caught in between. But to be honest, I can't really be bothered to stop them. I'm just thinking about what Aisha said. Sure Eric had a negative reaction to it but Aisha seemed at least open to the idea of an incestuous parent-child couple. Does that mean I can open up to her? "Alex?" No. I can't risk it. "Hey, Alex!" A fictional couple is very different from real life. "ALEX!" I take a pillow to the side of my head and I go down. "Ow!" I snap. "What the fuck!" "Sorry," says Aisha. "You were just on another planet so we had to bring you back down to Earth." "Dude, you've been out of it all day. Just tell us what's going on," says Eric. It's a bad idea. A very bad idea. But I can't keep wallowing in my self-deprecating sorrow forever. I need advice from someone and who better to ask than these two. Still, I need to tread carefully. I'll just be vague about some of the finer details so I don't scare them off. How do I even begin? "I'm in love with someone I shouldn't be," I say, eliciting a delighted gasp from Aisha. "It's a guy. But that's not why I shouldn't love him. Obviously, it's the 21st century. Anyway, we sorta met up after I left you guys last night and ended up... kissing. The weird thing is, he kissed me first but then he also kind of ran off afterward. We haven't spoken since." Eric and Aisha glance at each other briefly before saying in unison, "You kissed your dad?" I choke on my spit this time. "What?!" "Dude, chill," says Eric. "We know about your crush on your dad. You act like we haven't had sleepovers at your house. We've seen the way you longingly look at him, like you yearn for him. You still wanted to sit on his lap when you were thirteen. And when you were eight, you used to talk about marrying him someday." Aisha nods sagely. "Besides, we can't really blame you for liking him. I mean, your dad is super hot. If I wasn't rooting for you, I would've tried to shoot my shot with him too. So don't freak out, we totally get it, Alex. And we're here for you." God, I feel like such a crybaby lately. All I do is tear up. But it means so much to me that Eric and Aisha still love and respect me despite these feelings I have. "You guys don't think I'm weird or a freak?" I ask them, voice cracking. "Of course, you're weird," says Eric, offering me a box of tissues. "But we don't care about that." "We'd never want to fuck our dads but you can do what you want," Aisha adds. I take a bundle of tissues and blow my nose. "Well, I don't think anything is going to happen between me and my dad anyway. Like I said, he ran off on me after we kissed and now I don't know what to do. What if he hates me or is disgusted with me? I still want him in my life even if it's not in a romantic or sexual capacity. So... what do I do?" "Woo him!" Aisha suggests immediately. "Huh?" "You gotta woo him! Take him out on a date, treat him extra nice, do a little flirting." "Or," Eric chimes in, "he can just let his dad be his dad. Doing all that might push his dad away and Alex said he wants his dad in his life." "True," says Aisha. "However, here's the thing, his dad kissed him first! To me, that means there's a good chance he reciprocates Alex's feelings and just doesn't know how to confront them. It's typical guy behavior. They don't know what to do with their emotions so instead they run away from them until it blows over." Huh. I hadn't even considered that. While Eric and Aisha debate as if I'm not even here, I ponder the possibility that Dad is just confused. I don't want to force my feelings onto him but maybe if I pushed the envelope just a little bit. Maybe if he knew that I wanted him. Maybe then he would want me too. "Thanks guys!" I abruptly interrupt my friends' blathering to give them a big hug. I tell them I have to go because I have to make plans but I'll meet them another day. Then I book it out of there as fast as I can because there is so much I need to do. The first thing I need to do is get permission. I'm completely out of breath when I get home so I stumble into the living room. After chugging some water, I go into Dad's room and sit in front of the photo he keeps of us on the nightstand. Well, it's not just us. Mom is there too. I was a toddler back then, held in her arms, gaze focused on a dandelion in my tiny hands instead of the camera. "Hi Mom," I say softly. "Please don't hate me but I'm in love with Dad. I don't want to take your place or anything. I just want to be able to love him the way you did. It probably sounds wrong or dirty to you. I spent a long time thinking it was too. But when we kissed last night, I felt like I was soaring through the sky. It was probably the same for you. So please understand, Mom. Dad and I love you so much. Thank you for letting me be born to you two." With that, I set off to my next destination. The firehouse. The truck isn't in the station so I assume that means the team is out on a job. The probie recognizes me since I visit a lot and he lets me wait inside. It doesn't take long for the truck to come back. Dad is the only one I see even as firefighters greet me. Dad exits the truck. "Alex?" "Dad!" I run up to him but stop just short of leaping into his arms. He recoils when I get close and that stings a bit. But I don't let it deter me. "Dad, do you want to go camping over the weekend? Just us. I have a lot of things I want to tell you so please, can we?" He seems hesitant. Usually, he would just give me whatever I want. But I guess he doesn't want to be alone with me. Again, that stings but I'm holding strong. I'm not going to let this stop me from trying. I stare deeply into his eyes, hoping to convey how much it would mean to me if he says yes. He bites his lip nervously. "Okay," he says. "Let me just get the approval from my superiors to take time off." Elation bursts inside of me as I automatically give him a hug. With that, everything falls into place. The weekend comes sooner than expected. The entire time I'm just gathering up the courage to do what I need to do. In the meantime, Dad is doing his best to act normal. I can tell. The only difference is that he hasn't been touching me as much as he used to. In the past, he would casually put his hand on my shoulder or pat me on the back. Now it's just so awkward. We pack our things into the car and head off into the wooded area. He lets me fiddle with music stations before I get bored of the options and just choose a playlist from my phone. It's some oldies from the eighties that Dad listened to. I think it works in putting him in a good mood because we sing along to the lyrics like we're in karaoke. He's so tone deaf but I find it adorable that he earnestly tries so hard to hit the notes. After parking in the gravel lot, we hike up to our campsite and set up our tent. I don't know what it is but Dad is starting to be more natural with me now. Maybe it's the fresh air or the fact that we're doing dude things but he's way less tense than he was before. I've missed this version of my dad so much that I could legit start crying again. I'm pathetic, I know. We spend the day hiking, fishing, eating, and telling stories. Before long, the sun has set on the horizon and we're sitting around a campfire roasting marshmallows to make s'mores with. It's quiet except for the wind rustling the trees and the skittering of small creatures. I don't want to break the tranquility but I also feel like I won't get a better chance than now to say my peace. "Hey, Dad?" I broach. Dad has his cheeks full of s'more and I burst out laughing. He swallows his snack and playfully smacks my arm. "What's up, Alex?" he asks. There's a boulder in my stomach but I push through. I take a deep breath, "I was thinking... It might be time for me to consider moving out and living on my own. Or at least with roommates or something. I don't know." There's an instant change in Dad's expression, a combo of shock and guilt bordering on fear. I don't really know what to make of it. Dad doesn't seem to know either as he stutters and stammers, trying to find the right combination of words. "What? Wh-Where is this coming from, Alex? I don't understand. You're going to college an hour away, I thought we agreed you'd be living at home for that." "We did!" I say. "It's just... I think it might be best depending on how you react to this part." "This part?" I take another breath. This one makes my lip quiver but again, I push through. "I love you." "I love you too but--" "I'm not finished." I hold up a hand and look away. God, this is so fucking hard. I've imagined it so many times but in those fantasies, it always ends with us having raunchy sex on the hardwood floor. Either that or it ends with him kicking me out of the house. "I love you the way Mom loved you, Dad. I'm... I'm in love with you." "I... Alex..." I try to gauge Dad's reaction through the smoke over the crackling fire. He seems torn on what to say to me. I don't expect him to reciprocate my feelings. Hell, I went into this half-expecting him to walk away again with a head shake and a disgusted look. But he's still here. "I didn't know you felt that way," says Dad. "How long have you felt that way?" I shrug. "I'm not really sure. For as long as I can remember, I guess."`The gears in Dad's head are turning but he can't seem to get anything out of his mouth. Instead, he just opens and closes it like a fish out of water. "The reason why I'm telling you this," I continue, "is because I think it's possible you may like me too. At least a little. After all, you kissed me." Dad tosses the stick he had used to roast marshmallows into the fire. Then he rubs his hands across his face. In frustration or something? I'm not sure. "I did." "Why did you kiss me, Dad?" I ask. "If you don't like me like that, why did you kiss me?" "Because!" Dad chews on his bottom lip for a moment before confessing everything to me. He tells me about this incestuous dad and son he saved from a burning building. How it got him all hot and bothered and seeing me in a new light. He kissed me because he couldn't help it. He couldn't control himself. I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me a teensy bit happy. But... "We can't, Alex." "Why not?" "You're... just a kid." "I'm eighteen." "You're my son. Not just any kid but my son! I can't take advantage of you like that." I understand and yet I cannot accept that. If we have mutual feelings for each other then we should be able to do what we want. So I decide to take a major risk. I stand up, pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Then I unzip my pants and let them drop to my ankles. It happens so quickly that Dad doesn't even have time to react. Now I'm standing here in just my briefs. "Dad..." "Alex, what are you doing?" "I love you, Dad," I say. "You've never taken advantage of me. I took advantage of you. That night, when you kissed me, I could've stopped you. But instead, I kissed you back. Because I want this, Dad. I've never wanted anything more than for you to hold me in your arms and kiss me. So please, can we at least try to see if it feels right?" Dad scans me from head to toe, his eyes lingering on my face, my chest, and especially my crotch. His gaze is so intense that I can feel myself getting hard. Not only that but from my vantage point, I can see that he's getting hard too. He doesn't want to admit it but he wants me. "I... I love you, son," he says. "I really do. I'm just not sure if I love you that way." I step forward, leaves and dirt crunching underneath my sneakers. "Can we find out if you like me that way? Daddy?" He shudders and his breath becomes shallow. I kneel in front of him, take his face in my hands, and I give him a kiss. As passionately as I can. I kiss him with my tongue darting out to touch his lips and he soon opens up for me, kissing me back. It's not as hard as it was that night but it feels so good. He tastes so good. Dad's hands go around me so that they're placed on the small of my back. He stands and I stand with him. Suddenly, we're pressed chest to chest in the middle of the woods as we swap saliva. I caress his face, his hands dip to my ass. I grind against the bulge in his jeans, he lets out a lustful moan. He gives my cheeks a squeeze, I let out a small gasp. "You really want this?" Dad asks. I nod, my hands exploring his body. My fingers glide underneath his shirt so I can touch his furry stomach and broad pecs. "I want this, Dad. More than anything in the world." I can't believe this is happening. Is it all just a dream? Or have I died and gone to heaven? Dad pulls away from me and instructs me to put out the fire. I comply while he gathers up my clothes and brings them into the tent. Then he beckons me to come join him. Once we're situated inside, he zips up the tent and turns on the overhead lamp, illuminating the dark so that we can see each other. I try to kiss him again but he gently pushes me away. "Hold on," he says. "If we're going to do this, we need to set up some ground rules first. Okay?" I nod. "Okay." "Good. First things first... Alex, you're in charge of this relationship." I blink and tilt my head. "You heard me. You're in charge. What you say, goes. I can make suggestions and stuff but you're the one who has to give the okay if we do something romantic or sexual. And if I do something you don't like, you just tell me and we stop." Now I get it. Dad doesn't want to take advantage of me so he's giving me all the responsibility. I think I can accept that. After all, I don't think there's anything Dad can do that will ever make me want to stop our burgeoning relationship. I want him in his entirety. "Okay," I say. "What else?" "We cannot tell anyone. No matter how much you trust them." I bite my lip, thinking about Eric and Aisha. Then again, maybe I can just lie to them and tell them that I got over my crush. Yeah, I'll give it some time so they think I'm actively trying my best to pursue him and then pretend it didn't work out. "Deal. Anything else?" "Just one more thing," says Dad. "We always ask permission from each other first. Got it?" "Yes, Dad." "Good. Now... feel free to do what you want with me." I've been waiting to hear those words my whole life. Now that Dad has actually said them, I don't know where to start. He just leans back on his elbows, leaving everything up to me. This is more pressure than I thought it would be. Because I want him to enjoy it too, not just me. So I figure, why not start by doing what I wished he would've done to me? I crawl forward on all fours and lift up Dad's shirt. He doesn't move, he's as still as a statue. He breaks his stony facade quickly though because I lower my head and kiss his chest. My tongue travels across the landscape that is his muscled body, dipping into his belly button, dragging across his abs, and licking his big pink nipples. He twitches and stifles a groan but I know that I'm doing a good job at teasing him so far. Dad assists me when I get him to take off his shirt. I kiss him tenderly on the lips which he returns and then I decide to take things further. As I trace his bearded jaw with my lips, I paw at his bulge, massaging his cock through the denim fabric. He tilts his head back to sigh and moan and it's a delicious sound. But it gets even better as I unzip his pants and free his cock. "Dad," I whisper. "Is it okay if I suck it?" He gulps nervously. But he doesn't change my course. "Sure, Alex." "It'll be my first time giving a blowjob." "Oh god." I pull off Dad's jeans because I don't want them getting in the way. Then I just sit and admire my father's cock for several seconds. It's just so big and beautiful. This is where I came from. I owe my existence to this cock. And now I'm finally going to show my gratitude in the only way I know how. I lick my lips in anticipation. I dip my head and give the tip of Dad's dick a kiss. It's moist and warm. I'm so tempted to just dive in and swallow him whole but I want to take this slow, I want to savor this for as long as possible in case this really is just a dream. I go lower until my face is directly in front of Dad's egg-sized nuts. They're so big and the musk wafting off them is dizzying. Fuck, I started here. Without these balls, I wouldn't have been born. So I gently lave them with my tongue, licking and sucking them. Dad squirms a bit but he doesn't reject me. In fact, he digs his fingers into my scalp and shoves me deeper into his sack. My god, this is everything I have ever wanted. I move up, tracing a vein with my tongue. I reach the bulbous purple tip and then take the whole thing in my mouth. I've practiced with toys and bananas but this is still so much bigger than I expected. The girth stretches my mouth to its limit and I can only take around half of his length in my throat before gagging. "Go slow," Dad whispers. "You have all the time in the world to suck Daddy's cock." I moan around the thickness, slurping and sucking with renewed vigor. I'm not trying to take it all, just pleasuring the parts that I can reach. Dad pets my head encouragingly as I bob my head up and down. His breaths are quick and shallow, his groans are loud, and his balls are being massaged in my palms. I can feel him getting close too. "Oh fuck, Alex," he grunts. "My son is sucking my cock. Fuck." I love you, Dad. I can't speak but I hope that message comes across. And I think it does. I keep sucking, chasing my prize. Dad doesn't stop me, he just takes the bottom half of his cock with his hand and strokes it hard and fast. He wants to give me his cum too. The cum that made me. I want it so badly. "F-Fuck, Alex! I'm cumming!" Dad suddenly grabs my head with both hands and pushes me down on his cock. I struggle to breathe as he shoots his load into my throat. I can't swallow fast enough though so some of it comes back out my nose. And he keeps shooting. Five, six, seven ropes of cum, I think? And it all goes down into my stomach. "Shit, Alex. Oh, my boy. I'm so sorry." He releases me. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you." I cough and spit but not too much because I still want to drink the remaining cum on my face. But it's an involuntary reflex after being choked on your dad's enormous cock. "It's okay, Dad," I say. "I'm just glad you enjoyed it." "Of course, I did," says Dad. "Come here." I crawl over to him and he wraps his arms around me before giving me a kiss. He licks up some of his cum from my lips before kissing me deeply. Our naked bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, our semi-hard cocks grinding together. I wish I could pause time and just live in this moment forever. "What do you want to do now?" I ask. Dad has his answer immediately. "I want to return the favor." "You don't have to--" "I want to." Dad pushes me so that I'm the one laying on my back this time. He looms over me, looking me up and down as if he's eyeing his prey. It's such a turn on, how can I not get hard in this situation. "Is it your first time doing anything sexual with another man?" "It's my first time, period," I tell him. "You're my first everything, Dad." Dad's dick, which still hasn't gone soft, twitches. "Well then, I hope I don't disappoint you, kiddo." "You've already gone beyond my expectations." Dad kisses me again and then leaves a trail of kisses leading from my chin down my neck and across my torso until he reaches my dick. It's standing straight up, waiting to be sucked. For whatever reason, I'm more nervous for this than I was when I was the one doing the blowing. The first thing I feel is Dad's beard tickling the tip of my dick. Next is his hot breath on my skin, warming me up. Finally, it's his mouth closing around my cock and god, it's like I could just melt into a puddle. It feels so much better than I ever imagined it. And this is clearly not Dad's first time because he swallows me like a pro, going all the way down to the base and giving my balls a lick while he's down there. "Oh my god, Dad," I moan. "That feels fucking amazing." Dad smiles but doesn't respond in any other way. He just spread my thighs further to give himself better access and continues to service me. He sucks on my shaft with varying speeds and plays with every part of me with his tongue. This is how a veteran cocksucker does it, I'm sure because I'm going crazy. I'm not going to last long. "Fuck, Dad," I huff. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum." Dad chuckles, pulling off my dick for a moment. He keeps his hand on it though and slaps his face with my dick which is ultra arousing. "That's the goal, Alex. Or what? Did you want to cum somewhere other than inside my mouth?" "W-Well, I kinda always wanted to see what you would look like with cum on your face." "Dirty boy. Alright, let's make your wish come true." Dad positions himself so that his face is right in front of my dick and then without warning, he starts furiously jacking me off. With his spit still covering my dick, it's all wet and slippery so it's pretty easy for him. Fuck, I can't deal with this. We're making intense eye contact as he gives me the most aggressive but hottest handjob ever. I can hardly catch my breath. "Oh fuck, Dad!" I cry out. "Shh, just let it happen, Alex," he whispers. "Go on. Cum on me." Those words push me over the edge. My fingers tightly grasp at the sleeping bags underneath my ass and I buck my hips forward unintentionally. Dad leans back a little as my dick throbs, shooting out several thick ropes of my seed. They splatter and splash across his face, painting his tanned skin with streaks of creamy white and staining his hair. It's the sexiest, filthiest thing I've ever seen. "Dad..." "Oh Alex. My beautiful son." Dad gives me one last kiss before we both collapse out of exhaustion. Later, as he goes to clean himself off at the river, I just lie there in the tent begging god not to wake me up if this is a dream. But the best thing is... I know it's not. ... End of Chapter 3