Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2016 17:14:40 -0400 From: e.darkbloom137@gmail.com Subject: My Biggest Fan Part 1 (gay incest) My Biggest Fan By: E. Darkbloom WARNING: This is a fictional story containing consensual sex between a father and son. Do not read unless you are of legal age. DONATE TO NIFTY! It's an amazing website, so why not how it some love. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html CONTACT ME: Twitter: @E_Darkbloom Tumblr: edarkbloom.tumblr.com Email: e.darkbloom137@gmail.com I open the door to my room and toss my textbook loaded bag onto the floor. I work out two hours a fuckin day, but my shoulders are no match to a physics textbook. Ironic. I hook my phone up to my Beats Pill, and Theory of a Deadman's "Hate My Life" starts filling the silent house. "How fucking poetic," I say to myself as I flop face first onto my bed. Today was the start of my senior year. Everyone always says that senior year is the most exciting year of your life, but if anything, it just feels like every other year. New classes, same people, same motions. I wouldn't say I'm depressed. I'm just sad that I can't have the one thing I want more than anything...my dad. My dad has been the object of my affection ever since I hit puberty. I can't even begin to count all the times I jerked off to him. I've never seen him naked, but I have seen him shirtless, and each time it took everything I had not to bust a nut right there. I don't even know how he'd react to it if I did. My dad and I rarely talk, and if we do, it's out of necessity. Not to say that we have problems. I know he works hard to help support me in an office job I know he hates (someone that big can't be happy in a cubicle). He's also never missed one of my baseball games. I started playing because I knew he played, and I thought it would bring us closer. I guess it did in a way. He always congratulates me and give me a pat on the back on the back after a game. He isn't very affectionate, so I live for those pats. I always get told that I look like my dad, and I see it, but I wished I looked more like him. My mom passed away when I was young, but I've seen pictures of her, but we look nothing alike. My dark brown hair is shaped into an undercut, I have dark green eyes, some light scruff, a square jaw, and a naturally athletic tan body that stands at about 6'2. But my dad is built much bigger. He's 6'6, has a trimmed beard, and has a stockier build to him. So the only way for me to really look like him is to take steroids. The sad part is that I actually considered it. During my sophomore year of high school, I found a way to feed my obsession of my dad. I stumbled upon a website called Nifty, and it opened me up to a whole new world. I started reading incest erotica and it made me realize that I am not alone. I was so inspired by it that I decided to write my own based on experiences I wish I had with my dad. Through the past two years, I have managed to keep up with it, and even made a few friends. About a year into it, I received an email by a man who called himself "Daddy21." Daddy21 and I immediately hit it off. We had similar taste in movies and music, and we both had dad/son fantasies. He actually has a son that he has been lusting after for years. That kid doesn't even know what he's got! We email each other every day and talk about life and new fantasies we thought up during the day. It honestly really nice having someone to talk about these feelings with. "DING," screeches my computer. "That must be him!" I roll to the side of the bed and grab my laptop from the bedside table. I crack it open and immediately open the email. The email was filled with what I expected, but there was a something at the end that made my heart stop. "P.S. do you happen to live in the Atlanta area?" I thought I was going to pass out. How did he know that I lived near Atlanta? Was he stalking me? Was he going to kill me? "Okay, Caleb, calm the fuck down. Just ask him why," I quietly say to myself. "Why?" I reply. I get up and walk around my room waiting for his reply. I hear a ding. "Since we're both being pussies and won't admit our feelings to the ones we love, why don't we get together and just act it out? I assume you do live near me then, am I right?" "Yes you are," I send back while sweating bullets. "So...are you interested?" I stare at my computer screen until my eyes start to burn. "Do I want to do this," I think to myself. I've never done anything like this before. I've never even kissed before. My friends always made fun of me for it, so I told them I was Catholic. I really this guy, but I always imagined losing my virginity to my dad. But like he said, I was never going to do anything about it, and my dad barley talked to me. I'm also closer to Daddy21 than I am my real father, so maybe it'll be even better! "Yes." "Good. How about Saturday?" "Saturday's perfect," Oh, God, what am I doing? "I will send you the address of the hotel and how I want you. Don't disappoint me, boy." "I won't..daddy," I send, unsure if he wants me to call him that. ";)," is his reply. I shut my laptop and sit on my bed in a state of shock. "I just made plans to fuck a stranger. What is going on with me?" I say, thinking out loud. Feeling my clothes drenched with sweat, I rip them off and head into the bathroom to take a cold shower. I start to relax once I feel the cold water hit my burning skin. "You're going to be fine, Caleb," I repeat to myself over and over till I finish the shower. Stepping out, I remember I forgot to do the laundry. Heading outside my room, I open the linen closet to find a towel. I grab the first one I see and start drying my hair with it. That's when I hear my dad clear his throat. Turning around, he's standing ten feet away from me with his arms crossed around his broad chest. "Hey, dad," I start slowly, feeling the towel lay limp on my head. "Son," he says, looking me up and down. His face flashes a smirk before he heads into his room and closes the door behind him. Closing the linen closet, I glance down and find out why my dad smirked at me. My 7 1/2 inch cock is at full mast. "Fuck my life," I deadpan, walking back to my room. "Today's the day," I say to my reflection. I hadn't slept all night. I stayed up thinking about all of the things that could go wrong, but by the time I ran out of ideas not to do it, I knew that I have to. It's scary, but I know it's right. Staring at my naked reflection, I know that I'm ready. My body looked extra ripped today. I was at the gym longer than I usual. When I got home, I douched then took a shower. I spent an hour styling my hair, just so it was perfect. It's kind of pointless though. Daddy21 told me he wanted me face down, biting a pillow, so I would act like it was my first time. I didn't want to admit to him that I had lied about having sex before, so I just let it slide. Moving to my bed, I get on all fours and put some lube on my hand. I reach back and start fingering myself. In his email, Daddy21 told me to be lubed up and ready to go when I got there. After getting plenty of lube, and three fingers, in my boy hole, I get up and move to my dresser. I pick out things that can be easily removed. Black running shorts, a dark blue microfiber shirt, and no underwear. Sliding my feet into my Nike's, I grab my car keys and head out the room. I walk over to my dad's room and knock on his door. No reply. After running down the stairs two at a time, I head into the kitchen and find a note from dad. "Son, going to the bar with Mike, be back late. - Dad" "At least I don't have to lie to him," thinking to myself. After locking up, I hop in my car and start driving. It only takes me about 20 minutes to reach the hotel. He picked a very upscale one in midtown. Feeling people's eyes on me, I suddenly feel very self-conscious. "Oh, God, they probably think I'm a prostitute," I say to myself to stress me out even more. I speed walk straight to the elevator and press level 9. The elevator is made of glass, so I start looking around the hotel. "He must have paid out the ass for this place last minute," I say to no one. Hearing the elevator ding, I turn around and walk out. I stumble around for a bit until I find the room. I take a deep breath and open the door. Following his directions, I strip off my clothes and leave them at the chair near the door. I walk towards the king sized bed and grab a pillow. I lay down on the bed then push my knees toward myself till my ass is open and in the air. Seconds later, I hear a door open and shut. Footsteps get louder and louder. "Daddy?" I say but muffled by the pillow. Big, calloused hand grip my sensitive, never been touched ass. A muffled moan leaves my lips. He leans down and bites my left cheek, his beard scratching me. I start to feel my cock leak. Still sucking on my left cheek, he wraps his left arm around my waist. His right hand begins spanking me. The immense pleasure causes a steady stream of muffled moans to escape. My body starts to shake, but he holds me tight with his strong arm. Feeling his arm and lips retreat, I start to wonder what he plans on doing with me. I don't have to wonder long as I feel the tip of his penis rub against my virgin hole. "I've fucked a lot of ass in my life, boy," he starts in his surprisingly deep voice, "and I know a virgin one when I feel one. I'll have to show you the consequence for lying to me." "Consequence? What the hell is he going to with me," my mind races. "3," what is he doing, "2, his grip on my hips gets tighter, "1." Daddy's cock slides past my opening and forces its way all the way inside of me. I bite the pillow to try and swallow the screams. His cock starts moving around in my hole, not giving me time to recover. He begins to slide his cock out. "Don't," slams his cock back inside me, "ever," slamming it in again, "lie," leaving only the tip in before slamming again, "to me," thrusting back into me. Climbing on the bed, he leans over me and grabs my hair, pushing my head further in. He starts fucking me rough and steady. "From here on out, you are my boy and you will do what I say got it?" he asks me. II managed to get out a quiet "yes." He lets out a low chuckle. "Good, boy," he starts fucking me a little faster. My ass feels like it's on fire, but I love it. To have this big, strong man fucking my ass into the next universe is amazing. I've never been so turned on in my life! My cock has been leaking a steady stream of cum. This is.. "FUCK," I scream into my pillow. He just touched something inside me I didn't knew I had. Low chuckles fill the room. "Guess I found your g-spot, boy" he says while rubbing is cock over it again. My toes start to curl, and I back my ass up on his cock. He grabs my hips. "Not this time, boy," he starts, "since you've been a bad boy, you don't get to cum." "He can't tell me what to do," I think to myself. TO protest I start to move my hand to my dick to jack it off myself. He sees this and grabs it immediately. "I didn't want to do this, but if you're going to be defiant.." he leans over and grabs something. Leaning back, he takes both of my hands and puts them in handcuffs. Putting his head next to mine he says, "you will be a good boy." He leans back up and start fucking me with all of his power. His long, thick cock forcefully opening my once tight hole. His large, cum filled balls slapping my ass are leaving a mark on me. Even though he's being selfish, it feels fantastic. I never want hiss cock to leave me. Who needs my dad? I have a hot older man wiling to fuck me and make me his boy. It's all I've ever wanted. His trust start getting faster and faster. He's going to cum. This man is going to cum in my ass and there is no turning back. I'll become his. "I'm going to cum! I want to see your face when I cum. I want to know who I'm breeding," he says between grunts. He flips me around on his cock, and we look into each other's eyes at the same moment. My heart drops to my stomach. His eyes go wide and he try to pull out but it's too late. He starts cumming in my ass. His eyes never leave mine. We stand there, not dare moving. I break the silence by saying, "Dad?"