Date: Sun, 21 May 2023 00:33:52 -0400 From: Sleazy Subject: Dad's Shed Part 1 (Incest, Urination) Growing up, the shed out in the backyard was the one place Jack wasn't allowed to go. His dad had told him time and time again to leave him be in there, that that was his mancave. Until he was a man, he needed to stay his ass in the house and let Dad have his alone time. That was until Jack's dad, Nolan, went through his son's computer. He couldn't be and wasn't too shocked, in all honesty. The apple never falls far from the tree. And while he had suspected his son had a hankering for men, he hadn't expected his boy to be just as filthy as he was. It all started with a quick look in his browsing history, which was suspiciously clean. Nolan knew damn well what that meant, and all it did was make him that much more curious. Truth was that he was both a bit nosy and a lot sex obsessed. Jack hiding his spank bank only made the older man more interested. He dug around some files and found it within minutes, barely concealed. Folders and folders of porn, meticulously organized by category and kink. With bated breath and a stiffening cock, Nolan started clicking around. What he found was perverse filth, exactly the kind he kept on his multi monitor computer setup in his shed. Guys gagging and spewing throat slime on cock, gaping blown out mancunts, men pissing all over eachother, gigabytes of gooning compilations meant to be masturbated to for hours. Unlike Nolan's collection, all of it was gay. But just like his daddy, Jack clearly liked it rough, raw, and raunchy. He closed it all out quickly and slid off to his room when he heard his son coming in the front door, but his heart was beating hard for long after. He wouldn't have guessed that while he was out in his shed greasing up and getting off with a cigar and more than a few beers that his son was in his room stroking his own cock to the same shit. And he couldn't lie, the thought of it kept him rock hard. He'd always had the hots for his boy. Jack was a short, thin, smooth, eyecandy of a guy, the opposite of his portly and hairy bearded father. Just Nolan's type. But he never acted on it, even when Jack would walk around the house picking up in short athletic shorts and a tight shirt from years ago that hugged and cupped his body in a way that almost showed it off. Nolan would just hide his stiffy as best he could and head out to the shed to watch twinks that looked like him get fucked and fisted until their boyholes dripped and gaped, begging their on camera daddies for more. But knowing what he knew now, Nolan couldn't help but to test the waters. Jack was old enough to fuck, and he clearly wanted to fuck the way his dad liked. And if the copious amount of father son porn was any indicator, he might just be interested. It started with Nolan wearing less around the house. First shirtless, then just down to his underwear. At first he was subtle, walking into the kitchen with his broad chest and beerbelly out, maybe stopping to yawn and stretch his thick arms above his head. He knew his hairy pits would be coated in sweat from a day of work, but he had a feeling that would work to his advantage. Once he noticed that Jack's eyes would linger then yank away, either embarrassed at his dad's partial nudity or his own arousement, Nolan knew he could start being bolder. Flashes of his body turned into "accidental" nudity, Nolan sitting on his bed fully exposed knowing Jack would be in any time soon to get cash he had told his son he'd give him. Then it was casual dickslips, walking into the living room in a ratty old jockstrap that had more than enough holes to give his son a peak at his junk. If his collection was any indication, Jack liked it big like Nolan's. Every time he got a bit more adventurous, Nolan would get even more turned on. He'd always been an exhibitionist at heart, and showing off to his son knowing he was probably saving it in his mental spankbank and using it while his father was out in the shed drove him nuts. Then one fateful night, it all clicked into place. Nolan got home late, having stayed for overtime working on a project at work. He was a construction worker, and that sometimes meant staying on the site until the town's noise ordinance said the men had to stop. He set his keys down on the counter, stripped down, and started heading to his room. Not only had his recent lack of clothes been sexually gratifying, it had also meant he was much more comfortable in his home. But on the way to his room, he heard a familiar sound. A very familiar one. With a wide grin, Nolan crept up the stairs to his son's room as quiet as he could, his cock seemingly stiffening in his boxers with every step. As he got to the door of his son's bedroom, the sounds inside were unmistakeable. Nolan pulled the handle and pushed open the door, so excited he could've burst. Right there in his room, Jack was on all fours staring up at his computer monitor with a wall suctioned dildo sliding in and out of his pale, smooth ass. Jack about jumped, lunging forward so every inch of the dildo slid out as he laid back on the floor looking up at his bearded father. His breath was heavy, almost louder than the video blasting on his computer. A popper training video was playing, the sounds of groaning and moaning men layered with commands to take another hit as clips of piggy debauchery played. "Fuck, dad!" Jack cried, his arms and legs moving like he wasn't sure what to do. The video continued, a deep growling voice instructing the pussyfag watching to breathe deep and let its hole relax. All Nolan could do was beam wide with a smile. His cock was rock hard through his boxers, the tent sticking out obscenely below his heavy gut. "Well shit, Jack, just as I suspected." Jack babbled, scrambling over to his computer to stop the video before Nolan stepped forward. "Stop, boy, it's alright," he said gruffly, shaking his head. "We both aren't dumb." Jack swallowed quickly, his eyes wide with a mix of the sexual excitement he had had before and the shock he now had. "This is really embarrassing," he said, turning his eyes and body away. "Boy, there ain't shit to be embarrassed about!" Nolan said before heartily laughing, his chest and belly moving. "I know the kind of shit you're into!" Jack looked back to Nolan. "Y-you do?" Nolan laughed again. "Hell yeah! I found your stash a while ago." Jack groaned, lowering his head as the video on screen finished with a clip of a guy blowing his load right at the camera and moaning. The room was quiet now, only the sound of the ceiling fan clicking every couple of rotations sounding out as Nolan stood over his lubed up son on the ground. Nolan looked over to the wall to the dildo Jack had just been riding. He whistled in admiration. "Shit, son, that's a big fucking toy for a boy your age," he said, his lust barely concealed. It was at least eight or nine inches, and thick as hell too. Jack had clearly been training his ass up for a while to have been pumping against it loud and hard enough for Nolan to have heard downstairs. Jack looked confused and as overwhelmed as he could be. Nolan just grinned and crouched down next to him, getting to his smaller son's eye level. "You ain't noticed I've been showing off for you, son?" Nolan cooed, a fake disappointment in his voice. He knew Jack had noticed. "I-I, uh, well..." Jack stammered, making eye contact with his beefy father before glancing away again, gulping. Nolan couldn't help but notice his cock had gone from chubbed to as hard as his. "Jack, I know the kind of shit you're into. Guess what, your dad's a bit of a perv himself," Nolan said, testing the water. "Can't be into all that raunchy sex and be shy about it." Jack shot his head back to Nolan, his eyes wider than they had even been before. Nolan just chuckled, running his hand against his crotch. Jack's eyes followed. "C'mon, I got something to show you." Nolan had Jack slip his pants back on before he went downstairs with him and put on his own. Walking out the backdoor, the two guys made their way to Nolan's shed, the one place in the house that had once been forbidden for the young man. Opening up the door, Nolan guided his son in and closed it behind them as he turned on the lights. It was a rough and somewhat ragged place, with wooden walls but plenty of decoration in the form of nudie posters hung around. A small window to the outside showed the night sky and the neighbor's fence, light from the moon shining in to show an ash and liquid stained floor with beer cans and old baby oil bottles strung about. Nolan flopped back in his chair, an old desk chair that was showing its age from Nolan's sweaty and oiled up body spending hours in it pumping and humping. He patted a lawn chair he had set up next to it anticipating the occasion, gesturing for Jack to take a seat. "C'mon boy, have a seat," he said before turning to his desk, shaking the mouse to light up his screens. "It's kind of hot in here, Dad," Jack said, looking around and taking in the sights. It was pretty warm, but Nolan liked working up a sweat while he worked on his cock. The smell made it better. As the screens lit up, Jack about went slack jawed. Nolan eyed him, smirking as his son took in the setup. Different porn videos were paused on different screens, some of women, others of men. Nolan noticed Jack eyeing his webcam before turning to his dad. "Dad, why are you showing me this?" Jack said half confused and half excited. "Jack, I told you when you were a man you could come to the mancave. If the porn I saw on your computer is any indication, you're more than man enough to come out here with your old man." Jack looked back to the screens, still wide eyed. He gripped the arms of the lawn chair, the crotch of his shorters getting noticeably tighter. "What are you saying?" he asked, making direct eye contact with his dad and licking his lips. Nolan smirked again. "Boy, stop acting green. I know you like it nasty, and I know you like older men like me." Jack blushed, looking away again, seemingly pretending to look around the small shed. Nolan grinned and reached over to his boy, rubbing his leg to a surprised jump from Jack. "C'mon, kid, I know you wanna do this," he said in a growl, licking his own lips. Jack's breathing was heavy, and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back as Nolan moved his hand closer to his crotch, rubbing in a small circle. He groaned, opening his eyes and tilting his head towards his dad. "A-are you sure?" he said, sounding nervous but like he might've already made his mind up. "Fuck yeah!" Nolan said in a low boom, nodding and furrowing his heavy brows. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, son." That made Jack breathe in a broken, shallow exhale, his cock throbbing beneath his shorts. He opened his eyes and quickly nodded up a down a few times as he bit his supple lower lip. Nolan grinned again. That was all the go ahead he needed. To be continued.