Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2023 15:22:13 -0700 From: King Dom Subject: Daddy Bear Boyfriend and... Muscle Nephew 1 Daddy Bear Boyfriend and... Muscle Nephew 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 is 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 -- 18, 5'8", 155lbs Sculpted white twunk, former HS football kicker. Vers? 5.5"c Dominic -- 35 5'10" 210lbs BEEFY furry bearded Latino MAN, rugby build. Top 8"uc thick Brad -- 26 5'8' 185lbs Thick gymnast build with muscle on top of muscle. Bottom ??? (Reference pics available upon request: TheKingDomWrites@gmail.com) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I definitely wasn't surprised to find them rutting sweaty on our bed. I mean I had eyes. I saw how hungry they were for each other. Fuck, I'd encouraged it. We all had. I wasn't surprised to walk in on my ruggedly handsome 35yo Daddy bear boyfriend thrusting deeply into his 26yo former gymnast nephew's dark golden tan jock cunt. I was however hard as fuck as I took it all in. Let me go back a bit... Two months ago Brad had asked my boyfriend to move in with him to help renovate and flip his house. Dom had gifted him the down payment for it when he got married to his high school sweetheart five years earlier. Now that Brad was heading for divorce though he had offered to split some of the profits with his uncle in return for some construction help. My sweet Daddy bear was more concerned about seeing his favorite nephew all alone and struggling than he was about any profits so he immediately agreed. I knew instantly I didn't want to be left out of this adventure. Dom and I had been together only a few months but I was growing tired of dorm life so boldly asked him if I could join him in his move. Told him really. The result was the three of us now toiling in the May heat as we unloaded boxes and furniture into the soon to be construction zone. I hadn't met his nephew before move in day. Dom described him as a chill, goofy "bro type" who was as vain as he was nice. He actually joked he was almost as vain as me. RUDE. Ten minutes after meeting Brad I liked him genuinely and wasn't surprised how accurately his uncle had described his personality. What I had found odd however was just how little he'd described how stunning the dude was physically. I'm sexy as fuck, I can't lie, but I barely make the weight class to be called a twunk. Brad on the other hand was a specimen. Walking twenty-something testosterone come to life. True to Dom's word though he seemed far more dork than douche. As we wrestled box after box of our stuff into the living room I took note of how playful and chiding their bond was. It was cute. I also took note for the first time of how much sexual tension there seemed to be between them. At first I thought it was just my forever horny teen hindbrain reading into things but after Brad stripped off his baseball tee to cool down there was no denying it. "Damn kid, looking small as fuck again." Dom laughed mockingly as he clapped his hand on his nephew's wide sweaty back. "Fuck you old man. You know that's a damn lie." It was. The Dude looked like Thor's shorter stunt double. Brad flexed his massive biceps while flashing the stupidest smug grin, then he wiped sweat from his rock hard abs and licked a finger in mock seduction. "Just jealous you're not the hottest stud in the family anymore." "I think I still do just fine for myself kid." He wriggled his brows and nodded to me. For a moment Brad seemed to struggled for a comeback. "Daddy issues!" He coughed loudly while he spoke. Dom's immediate bellowing laugh made us all bust out. There was no denying what was obvious. My boyfriend had a type. He had told me so himself. (He quickly learned I too had a type as he was nowhere near my first 30 something MAN. Gotta love small town dads.) "Goddamn Brad can we not scare him off on day one. I like the kid." I beamed at him, knowing we already were proving to be a special match. I also smiled as I caught that my boyfriend reused the nickname `kid' for both Brad and myself. It prompted me to chime in. "So he calls you Kid too?" I made questioning eye contact with his nephew. "Always has. Since I was an annoying pest at his heels back in the day." Brad gave what I was learning was his signature toothy grin and winked. "Guess I have to fight ya for the title now?" "Whoa now." Dom spoke up, "You'll always be `kid'. I practically raised your sorry ass once you got to high school. I'll stick to other nicknames for Lukey here.' He paused looking back and forth between each of us, "No need for you boys to `fight'." He chuckled, winked back at his nephew and left the room to grab another box from the truck. The whole interaction was quick and not at all serious but it changed the energy no question. When Dom returned from the truck moments later he too was shirtless. His dark black chest hair matted to his thick pecs as he hoisted a box marked `books' into the room. There was no reason why it should have been so sexual but it was. His veins and muscles striated and flexing as he first passed Brad and then me on his way to the study. His heady Daddy musk lingering a moment behind him. I was instantly aroused and realized my 5.5" boy cock was springing to life. I was momentarily mortified that Brad would soon be seeing the effect his strapping uncle had on me but at that moment Dom called me into the other room and I hurried away. "Bubba can you grab me a beer and then grab the other box of books? The fucking cardboard gave out on this one though so lift carefully." He was on one knee picking up books from the floor as he rolled his eyes at the mess. "Anything else ya need sir?" I asked while trying to adjust my boner without him noticing, failing. "If that's a proposition boy it'll have to wait a bit. We got shit to do first." He whispered in a near growl. Then flashed me a classic bear face, you know the one. "Don't worry though baby, Daddy'll take care of that soon." I watched him for a moment longer then realized that it wasn't helping my throbbing teen erection to calm down any. I peeked back into the living room and was relieved the coast was clear. I ran and grabbed a beer from the cooler, twisted it open and took a swig before taking it to my handsome man. He raised his brows when he kissed me and tasted it on my lips. "What happened to 'I HATE beer'?" He nearly purred at me then licked my lips for another taste. "It's hot as fuck today and I thought it would be refreshing. I was wrong" I grimaced for effect. "Poor thing can't handle a man's drink. Lose the shirt if you're roasting kid." I decided to call him out "I thought Brad was `kid'?" "Fuck I'll really have to work on that... Son." He flashed an evil grin and I wanted to smack him but knew if I touched him at all I'd be hard again. He'd called me "son" only a handful of times, lost in lust while he buried his seed in my boy pink. He knew it made me horny but also that I wasn't ready to give in fully to THAT role play. Daddy and boy was kinky. Dad and son was still taboo in my mind. It didn't stop him from using it to tease me in certain moments though. "Pervert. What if Brad hears?" "He lived with me all four years of high school. You don't think he's heard me call a boy that before?" My jaw dropped open at how frank he was being. "Now ditch the goddamn hoodie and go get the box." He slapped my ass and was back to shelving books from the pile on the ground. One thing you should know about my boyfriend is that he is at once the biggest teddy bear and the kinkiest dom there is. He jokes his parents must have known his true nature when naming him Dominic. It really was accurate. Half the time at least. It still occasionally caught me off guard with his switch up back and forth but honestly it made him all the hotter to me. The best of both worlds. With my ass pleasurably stinging from the slap I listened to him, I knew Daddy wanted to see some skin and I admit after seeing Brad and him peacocking around I wanted to prove I wasn't the weakling of the house. I peeled the too tight hoodie off my torso, a relic from C team football freshman year, and wrapped it around my tiny waist. Hopefully it would hide any other stray boners that Dom may cause, intentionally or otherwise. Then I made my way to the truck just in time to see Brad already getting the box of books I'd been tasked to retrieve. "I can take that man." I said, deepening my voice unthinkingly. I realized suddenly I wanted his nephew's approval. "No worries little dude. I got it. I remember being your size and don't want you hurting yourself." I struggled to find a witty retort when he laughed out loud, "I'm just busting your ass man, grab the other side and help me. Don't know how Unc managed the last one on his own." I laughed off his comment (and the tingle `little dude' had caused in my groin) and went to help him get the over stuffed box. I noticed though that his gaze was appraising me. Scanning my body like so many of my coaches and team captains had over the years. He grinned and then nodded almost approvingly and we started our awkward walk into the house. "Really though, if ya want advice on bulking let me know. Unc mentioned he'd been tryna help you put mass on recently. It's easy for him so he doesn't think twice. I had to work my ass off to break 160 at your age. Hated every fucking minute of it." "Dude that would be awesome. We're hoping the bulk will help..." my voice trailed off embarrassed. "Help what?" Brad now looked at me plainly interested. "Ugh. Help with people judging the age gap." Kill me now I thought. "Fuck what they think bro. You're built now and you'll be even hotter after you beef up a bit." We both caught what he said. "You know what I mean. Plus, I thought the dad/boy vibe was all the rage with the gays. Seems like it from HIS dating history." He nodded towards his uncle as we arrived in the study. "Leave my history outta this, both of you. I can't help what I attract." Dom said apparently having caught at least some of our convo. "You attract everyone dumbass." I sighed rolling my hazel eyes. "And I can't help it. Now put that down and let's figure out lunch. This bear belly won't fill itself." He pushed his furry little gut out exaggeratedly trying to exaggerate it but instead making the creases of his usually barely visible six pack pop. He then bit his lips realizing he wasn't fooling anyone. "Chipotle?" Brad asked knowing it was his uncle's favorite quick bite. "Let's do something easier on the tummy. Subway?" he said this while seductively smiling my way. I knew why. He was already planning on pounding me open later and he wanted to make sure nothing got in the way. I grinned. I knew moving would make him horny. Everything makes him horny. We often laugh that his sex drive at 35 puts my teen libido to shame. Brad opened the online app and tossed his phone to his uncle. "Put your orders in and I'll run and grab it." Then he was off to grab a shirt. "You want a six inch or footlong bubba?" he tapped away on the phone as he asked. "I'll take an 8 inch if they have it." I batted my lashes playfully at him. "Little shit. Fine footlong it is." He knew my order by heart anyway, it funnily matched his own. Brad was back before I could tease Daddy anymore. Sporting a much tighter under armor tee now. Did he somehow look even more built fully clothed? FUCK. He grabbed the phone back from Dom and smiled looking at the twin orders. "Awwwe. Like father like son." He chuckled and was off again, this time to find his keys. I was beet red instantly. Brad really had no chill with his shit talking and it was both hot and dangerous. Hot because he knew he was poking fun at a kink his Uncle CLEARLY enjoyed. Dangerous because I looked up to see my Daddy licking his lips hungrily at me. I could recall only one other time I'd seen that same look... The first time I wore my eagle scout uniform for him. That was a wild weekend. The sound of Brad's Explorer starting in the driveway and then the crunch of gravel as he drove off pulled me from the memory. Just in time to notice Dom start to stroke the bulging front of his sweat shorts. "Come here." It was an order and I obeyed. "I want your throat coated in my seed by the time he gets back." With that his paw was on the back of my head. Pulling my face towards his. His beard tickling my smooth flushed cheeks as he nuzzled down into me. I held my breath for a minute taking in the maddening sensations racing through me. His thick semi calloused palms now making their way from my head where he was toying with my hair down to my neck which he gently squeezed. He licked his lips. Then firmly grabbed onto my wide shoulders as he pushed me down into a kneeling position in front of him. Daddy was on a mission. I could smell his ripeness instantly. Funny to think when we'd met the idea of a man's scent hadn't occurred to me as something that was sexy yet. I was no virgin but I was definitely vanilla. Men before him had been so eager to get in me that they didn't push for too much more than my teen cunt on their cock. Dom was different. Never forceful but somehow always aware of what boundaries he could push. He's the first man I ever called Daddy. The first man who got me to admit how I'd fantasized about my coaches, scout master and fathers of friends. He was the first one to call it my boy cunt and certainly the first to make it feel like it was one. While he was too late to take my cherry by a few years he was the one who really was responsible for bringing out the slut we both knew was lurking beneath the surface. He was doing it right now as he pulled his tiny shorts down. He chuckled evilly as he saw my eyes glaze over. His hand came down to my face. His fingers touched my lips. "Kiss it boy. It missed you." I missed it. I hadn't had it in me in days. I'd flown back home briefly to finally pick up my car and bring in it the last of my belongings. Things that hadn't fit into my dorm room at the start of the semester. That was four days ago. It was the longest we'd gone without his cock in me since we met in November. It had been torture. It was why I'd gotten my pussy ready this morning in case a moment like this arose. I hadn't told him. I wanted to surprise him with how well trained I was now. I gently kissed the pulsing uncut head of his thick prick. Then started nursing on it like I knew he loved. "Fuuuuuck boy. Make Daddy feel good. Nurse that head nice and easy faggot." His hands now wrapped themselves around the side and back of my skull. "Let me rape that sweet little mouth baby." He thrust deep, choking me but not letting me off. He knew what I could take and he wanted to test me. He purred approval above as he slowly built a rhythm. Pulling more out and thrusting deeper in my throat with each stroke. He towered over me as I became his little fleshlight as he liked to call it. My eyes began tearing up as I gagged both from the blunt force of his thrusts as well as the man stink that emanated from his thick bush. I loved the overwhelming feeling as his aroma hit me like poppers. He must have not showered in days. Just for me. "There's my little piglet. Take Daddy nice and deep bubba. I know you love it. Prove you love being a man's plaything baby." His foot was on my hard aching dick now. Toying with me as he pressed it firmly into my crotch. He eased out of my throat. A nearly inaudible pop as his head pulled out with a strand of saliva still connecting it to my lips. "Tell me what you want slut. Don't be shy." It was time for his surprise now, hopefully he'd go for it with Brad on his way back soon. Thank god it was lunchtime and he'd be a minute. "I want your seed sir." I pulled back from his crotch and his face instantly looked angry. He was only moments away from turning my throat sore with a furious face fuck I knew we'd both enjoy. But I wanted more. I slowly stood up and placed my hand on his heaving, furry, sweat slicked pectorals. I licked at his neck as my lips found his ear. I whispered, "My cunt is clean for you Daddy." Then pulled back acting innocent. His eyes widened and the lust took over his face completely. I was about to be wrecked. "Naught little fucker. You couldn't even wait to christen the place?" his paws were pulling my hefty ass cheeks apart now. One of his thick middle fingers toying with my hungry teen boy twat. "You promised you'd use me in every room. Why wait?" "In that case follow me faggot." He kicked his shorts off from around his ankles then grabbed his beer and downed it in one gulp, just like the former frat boy he was. He walked out of the study nodding for me to come with. I did. Like an obedient pup I trailed behind his thudding stride down the hall to what could only be our new boudoir. He paused at the door and I swear I could see his cock swell in front of him as he turned back to look at me. "Since our bed's still on the truck this'll have to do I guess." He turned the knob and swung the door open. Two things happened at once. First there was the smell, it hit me deep, like our high school locker room had after home games. I could see my lover's nostrils flare wide as he took in the ripe but intoxicating scent. The second realization hit me even harder than the aroma. We were entering his nephew's master bedroom. The large king bed was unmade and strewn with Brad's previously worn workout gear. The room was littered with items that I now knew accounted for the musk. FUCK. Without saying a word my Daddy sat his sweaty ass down on the edge of the bed facing us. I knew my place and quickly got on my knees again in front of him. "As you pointed out, I promised to use that tender little cunt in EVERY room." Each word he said made his cock throb and bounce damn near hypnotizing me. I couldn't believe it. The kinky fucker really was going to breed me right here. There was no stopping him now. My tongue was instantly drenched in his pre cum as he leaked into my waiting mouth like a faucet. He liked me to taste like him while we fucked. Loved marking me. He was getting me ready for his needs. He leaned his head back groaning loudly and through gritted teeth growled. "Fuck yeah kid show me you love me. Just like that kid. Fucking finally." His eyes were closed tightly and he was now buried nose to pubes down my gullet. I was on fire as he repeated "fuck yeah kid" over and over with each thrust. His eyes opened and he looked down, leering at me in pure lust. I recognized how his dark features blazed even hotter in moments like this. "Show me that jock pussy." He slapped the mattress and I hopped up as he got on the floor where I had just been. "Fuck kid, you got that shit nice and smooth for Daddy." He noticed my other surprise. I knew how wild he went for pure hairless boy pink. In general if there was one thing Dom never got tired of it was eating my pink. He'd once tied me down for hours as he ate it to the point of gaping. The noises and squeals I made resulting in an awkward conversation with my R.A. when I finally snuck out of my room to shower. Ooops. The point was his tongue could give a master class in rimming morning, noon, or night. It was no surprise that he wanted a taste now. "Ripe little pussy. I can smell how hungry it is kid. Always could. Think I didn't know what you wanted? Little fucker." He struck my ass and I knew it would leave a welt. The thought made me leak into my jock. Before I could respond his beard was making contact with my ass cheeks and then the glorious wetness of his mouth was on my boy cunt. He was ravenous. No other word applies. Sloppy, lewd sounds filled the room as he became a man possessed. It always was a pleasant surprise when our already amazing fucking became even more intense. God I loved this man. "I'm gonna make you mine kid. It's time. Just let that thick cock core your sweet pussy open." He slowly got to his feet behind me now. He knew our time was limited. His left hand was feeling up my ripped back as his right hand guided his cock head to my pucker. He laughed deep and suddenly I knew it would hurt. He wanted it to. Fuck, I wanted it to. The first time he fucked me I egged him on begging harder and harder. He'd later tell me he hadn't wanted to scare me off that first time. He'd proved time and time again since just how rough and raw he was. I loved it. Was addicted to him. Don't get me wrong he could be caring, soft or gentle too. Which I loved as well. But he knew when I needed what. Just like I knew when he needed to use me like this. His cock thrust full hilt into my ass. I wailed and lurched forward, face first into one of Brad's rank jocks laying on the mattress. He grabbed my arms instantly to keep me where he wanted. I nearly came hands free just from the force of his entry and the scent of his stunning nephew. "Where do you think you're goin' slut? Daddy is gonna wreck this little pussy. Leave you leaking my seed like a whore. Fuuuuuuuck. You were made for this kid. Feel how good you feel on that bear cock." "Rape me Daddy. Fucking rape my hungry fuck hole." He loved when I begged. Loved when I played our game. He was a demon in the bedroom and I was learning how to be a little devil. "Fucking faggot. Think you can take it kid? Think you know what you're in for just because you used to stroke that little cock listening to me seed my sluts? Is this what you've been waiting for? Need me to break that cunt so you can finally learn your place?" I could do nothing but moan pleadingly. Daddy was always verbal but goddamn he was triggering things he never had before. Lost in role play. His string of filth was pierced with his grunts and growls as he took small moments to relish in his conquest. He calls me vain, and I am, but so is he. Right now for instance he was lost with his eyes locked on the large mirror above the dresser in front of Brad's bed. Daddy bit his lip and grabbed my hips TIGHT. He was gonna flood me. I braced myself burying my face into the mattress. "You ready to get that cunt bred baby boy? Knock you up kiddo?" his cock flared larger even as he hurled more filth at me "Gotta get that daddy dick nice and deep bubba. Gotta make sure you never forget who owns this shit. Just take it kid. Ouh FUCK kid. FUCK." "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Out of nowhere he had yelled and was firing deep in my cunt. His pelvis slamming into me so hard I'd be shocked if he wasn't bruised later. His body was shaking and thrusting almost on autopilot as he lost himself in his hunger and release. We fucked too often usually for his loads to be huge but after days apart this was a deluge. I swear I could feel my tight little abs swell out. My guts now soaked with his man milk. That thought sent me over the edge. I was whimpering incoherently as spurt after spurt of teen jock seed spilled onto the mattress. I heard him repeat "Fuck" loudly above me over and over. I was cum dumb and giddy but I slowly returned to my body as the waves of his animal rutting into my hole subsided. His still rock hard cock twitched repeatedly as he slowed his hips to a full stop. I finally looked up. Face red and tear stained. Happy as fuck. I watched as his handsome face slowly relaxed, as his ecstasy started to ease. One thing was unchanged though his eyes stayed wide open. A mixed look of triumph and shock present. I suddenly realized he was not just lost in the moment. He was looking at something in the mirror's reflection. Brad's grin could only be described as pure Cheshire cat realness. "Next time one of you can go get the grub." He then held up the subway bag in his hand and winked at Dom in the mirror. He laughed and was gone back down the hall. That was two months ago. Brad had made a joked of catching us but in the time since then he had managed to 'accidentally' walk in on us in a variety of similar situations. He often would comment on what he heard coming from our room. I'd blush. Daddy would tent whatever skimpy pair of shorts he was wearing. Brad once offered his skills as cameraman when I semi jokingly said I wanted to start and Only Fans. The way Dom's eyes lit up at that thought I swear. Then there was our weekly `ritual'... After weeks of seeing muscle growth from the help of my `roomies' I asked Dom to start measuring my progress. My request lead to the `ritual' as Brad named it when he announced he'd be the one to take our measurements each week. It was a powder keg of innuendo and lines slowly crossed. All of it heightened by the fact that Dom went right back to calling both of us `kid' almost immediately after that first day. Except with me it seemed to only be when he was buried 8 inches deep in my hungry hole. I tried asking him about it once but he stopped me and said to leave it alone and I had. Clearly though he hadn't left it alone. Or maybe Brad hadn't? Maybe all it took was for me to be gone long enough for some kind of ignition to finally set the powder keg a blaze. Either way there I stood after arriving home two days early from a weekend camping trip with friends. There I stood cock hard from the sounds and sights of two muscle beasts lost in heat. My ruggedly handsome 35yo Daddy bear boyfriend thrusting deeply into his 26yo former gymnast nephew on our bed. I slid my hand into my jeans, into my jock. I was about to shoot from the sights and scent of it all. As if he could read my mind Dom suddenly looked up. His face flashed a fiendish fucking grin as he saw me and just like that he roared out and was without a doubt emptying his seed deep in the guts of his other `kid'... To be continued? This is chapter one in a new series chronicling the vast escapades of Luke and Dom (and occasional guests like Brad). As I'm just dipping my toe back into the writing game after MANY years off I'd especially welcome feedback or critique! TheKingDomWrites@gmail.com