Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2022 10:04:18 -0600
From: Derrick Sanders <derrick1968mwm@gmail.com>
Subject: My boy's boy 25

Gay male-incest/urination
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My Boy's Boy 25

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This story is fiction. Snippets are from reality with additional kink
and dreams of my own added, along with suggestions from readers. I
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Craig's View

I was nearly half done with my morning tasks when I noticed the alerts
on my internet traffic monitor were going off like crazy. Tom
suggested I install them before Kevin moved in, but his internet use
never set them off. He only watched online porn when we were together
and I obviously didn't need to monitor myself. It must have been Dylan
who was viewing porn when he was supposed to be looking for a damn
job.

Sure enough when I opened up the app to see what was being watched
there was gay porn. Hardcore porn. Daddy/Son porn. Bondage porn.
Domination porn. I closed the app. I had work to do and could view the
specifics of what Dylan was watching later. For now, I texted Kevin
and told him to warn Dylan about what he was watching and give him a
parental lecture about it. My cock was throbbing. Not because of
seeing snippets of porn, but because Dylan was watching it.

I'd let Kevin give Dylan a lecture. He wouldn't go too hard on him.
That would be fine for now. I had work to do.

But my cock was so damn hard.

Dylan's View

I never should have watched that hard core porn when I was supposed to
be working. Dad was upset with me and Craig was upset with me. Dad
wouldn't go all on my ass too bad about it, but I had no idea what
Craig was going to do. I could still taste Dad's piss in my mouth. I
almost liked it, but I needed to stop thinking about it and get to
work. I completed my list of skills, reached out to everyone Craig
suggested (and then some), made a list of potential employers and then
checked their websites. By the time that was done a couple of my old
instructors had given me some additional companies to check out, ways
to improve how I described myself, and some freelance ideas.

I had just made a list of all that I had done in the jobsearch for
Craig and emailed it to him when Dad sent us the group text that
supper was ready. It would probably be some healthy-type crap that
Craig liked, but Dad was a good enough cook that it really didn't
taste that bad. When I used to live with Dad in the summers, he was a
fucking awful cook and we ate a lot of junk food. Now here he was
going to be serving up some "good for you shit" that actually didn't
taste too bad. I blamed Craig.

I just hoped Craig would not be too pissed about my watching porn. I
hoped that the list of what I had done would meet with his approval. I
didn't really want to piss him off. I had done what he had asked. I
could joke to him that at least I wasn't looking at straight porn. On
second thought that might not be a good idea.

The porn I had watched was so hot. The dom top was about Craig's age
and build. The bottom was about my build, but nearly Craig's age as
well. I wasn't really certain how it qualified as Daddy/Son porn, but
that almost didn't matter. I'd never seen anything so hard core. The
Daddy was dressed in leather chaps and a harness. The son was
originally in a leather jockstrap which was quickly taken off. The
son's balls were tied up  and the top had hit them with some sort of
altered whip. Then the bottom had been placed on what looked like a
cross. His arms were outstretched and he was strapped in at the wrists
and ankles. There was a hole in the back of the cross so that the
guy's asshole was actually exposed. He was wearing a hood. The top had
put clamps on the bottom's nipples. My own dick was so hard. I was so
aroused. It was then that the top grabbed a thick dildo and began
fucking the guy in the ass with it. The bottom was complaining and the
top put a red ball gag in the guy's mouth and continued fucking the
bottom with the dildo. The top was so hard. I was so hard.

Then Dad came in and I had to turn it off. I was just starting to
really get into it. After Dad gave me a short lecture, I realized I
had actually needed that lecture and that I needed to do something to
show Dad I was sorry. Drinking his piss just seemed natural to me at
that point. It felt good to be on my knees giving myself to my Dad. It
felt natural, but I just wished Craig was there too. He was working
and after Dad left, I realized that I could serve Craig by finishing
up what he had asked me to do. I almost felt better when I got back to
doing what Craig wanted me to do. I wanted Craig to be proud of me.

Fuck. I think I was starting to understand why Dad spent all that time
improving his cooking skills and doing things around the house. It
wasn't because he was a bitch. It was because he was devoted to Craig.
Was I becoming as well?

Kevin's View

Craig told me that Dylan had been looking at porn instead of working
and that  I needed to have a quick talk with him and to let Dylan know
that he wasn't upset about the porn as much as the time he was
watching it. He needed to be on task when he was supposed to be. Craig
sounded more irritated than really mad at Dylan, but Craig often
didn't get really truly angry. It was a waste of energy he said. But I
did notice that when Craig told me about Dylan's porn watching and the
sorts of things he was watching that Craig's cock was hard in his jock
strap. I could have sworn as Craig told me Dylan was watching Dad/son
and bondage porn that his cock was leaking the entire time. There was
not a wet spot when I walked in Craig's office, but by the time he
told me what Dylan had been watching his jockstrap had a big wet spot
where the tip of his cock would be. Fuck that was hot.

Dylan needed to shape up and stay on task. He was damn lucky Craig was
helping him out. Dylan was a good kid, a smart kid. But he needed some
control. All the time I was talking to him about getting back to work,
I just could not stop thinking about pissing in his mouth. He needed
the discussion to end with a bit of submission on his part. Drinking
my piss would be perfect.

I had asked Craig if Dylan could drink my piss earlier. Craig had said
it was ok. In fact, Craig said that I could have Dylan drink my piss
whenever I felt the urge. I did not need to ask him about it. Anything
else was to require Craig's approval. I had never dreamed that my own
son would be drinking my piss. The only problem was that my cock
always got hard at the thought and had been hard the times I had been
allowed to piss in Dylan's mouth. Craig never seemed to have that
problem. He may be chubbed up when pissing in a mouth, but he was
never so hard that it was a problem. Craig also was not shy about
pissing in a mouth. He never had an issue starting or stopping a
stream even if a mouth was surrounding his cock.

I really couldn't ask him how he did it and I wasn't certain an
internet search for "How do I not get really hard when pissing in a
guy's mouth?" would be helpful either.

But all I could think about when I made supper was how hot it was to
piss in my son's mouth. I didn't want to piss in other guy's mouths
like Craig did. That just didn't interest me. But Dylan. Oh I how I
wanted to piss in his mouth and use my own son for a urinal. I needed
to quit thinking about it and focus on making supper. Craig was not a
real picky eater, but I wanted the food to be prepared as best as I
could. I rubbed my dick through my jockstrap and got back to work. I
wanted Craig to be happy with tonight's meal.

Craig's View

Dylan was going to get a talking to after supper. I just could not let
him know how glad I was about the type of porn he was watching. It was
not vanilla porn. It was borderline hardcore submissive shit. This was
good. It was very good. Fortunately even if Dylan could not remember
the site he was on, the system had tracked it. I knew exactly what he
was watching. He would be watching it again. He would be watching
more.

And after supper we did talk. While Kevin finished the clean up, Dylan
and I went to the living room.

"Dylan. I have no trouble with you watching porn. I want you to watch
porn. Your Dad likes to watch porn. I like to watch porn. We are men.
We like to see other men have sex. It is arousing. But there is
something you must realize."

"You have to work. Your cock is important, but so is somewhere to
live, eat, and sleep. Those things all support your cock. Well, my
cock. In your case those things support your ass as well since
apparently that is highly stimulating for you."

I smiled. It was meant to relax him a little bit. Apparently it did not.

"Dylan. The list of things you did today was satisfactory. That's what
I want you to send me every day from now until you get a job. Watching
porn is not to be on the list. You can watch porn in the evening after
we've eaten if we are not engaged in some sort of activity ourselves.
I don't expect you to continue your job search until the wee hours of
the night every night. But during the day time, when I am working, you
should be working on a job search. Do I make myself clear? If I am
working, you should be working. I don't mind giving you a roof over
your head and food in your belly, just like I do your dad. But you
need to be working when I am. Do you see your Dad watching porn when
I'm working?"

No answer.

"Dylan? I asked you a question. Do you see your Dad watching porn when
I'm working?

"I'm not always with him when you are working, but I guess not."

"No. You don't see him watching porn while I am working. You are not
to be watching porn either."

"Dylan. I need you to come over here and bend over my knees."

He looked at me quizzically.

"Now Dylan. This is not a request." I could see that Kevin had
finished his supper clean up (damn he was always efficient) and was
standing and watching what was going on between Dylan and me. His
jockstrap indicated his cock was hard.

"Now Dylan. I will not ask again." My voice was more stern this time
and Dylan complied.

"No you don't see your Dad watching porn while I am working and while
he has things he is supposed to be doing. That's how things run around
here Dylan. Your Dad and I get along just fine because we stay on task
when we need to. That's how the bills get paid. That's how things
around the house get done."

Dylan was laying on his stomach across my lap at this point. I spread
his legs so that I could reach between them and get his balls in the
pouch of his jock. I gently found them and held them in my hand. He
moaned a slight moan of pleasure.

Naïve kid. I was just finding them, not trying to give him a boner.

"Let's get this straight Dylan. I care about you. I want you to
succeed. But...you need to do as you are told. Do you understand?"

No immediate affirmative answer.

I squeezed his balls slightly. Still no answer. I squeezed them
harder. "Dylan? Do you understand?"

"I suppose I do."

I squeezed them harder. Not as hard as I could, but enough to where it
would hurt.

"The answer is `yes' Dylan. There is no `suppose' as the answer." I
squeezed a little harder. Dylan winced in pain. My cock was now stiff.

"Dylan do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy I do."

I squeezed his boynuts a little harder and asked him "Dylan will you
be doing what I tell you to do?"

"Yes Daddy I will."

I twisted his nuts slightly. "Daddy can twist them more if necessary.
Just like they worked those nuts over in those movies you were
watching. Did you like those movies Dylan? Where the boys were used
and abused.?"

"Maybe Daddy" was his answer.

"Maybe, Dylan? Yes or no." I squeezed hard this time on his boy nuts,
pulling them at the same time.

"Yes Daddy I liked it."

"Good to know boy." My cock was hard. It was so hard it was probably
tearing a hole in my jockstrap.

My lecture then continued. "We'll discuss your perversions later, but
for now we need to set a few things straight. Your `work' during the
day is to be looking for a job doing the things we discussed earlier.
I realize now that those things will not take all your time, so I've
found two online graduate courses you can take. I have paid the
tuition. The attendance is flexible and you can, and you WILL, start
tomorrow. You will continue to look for a job. You will finish this
graduate degree, but if you get a job it will take a while. I
understand that. I'm not an asshole, but you will be expected to make
progress towards it. You won't have any household tasks around here. I
take care of the bills and providing a roof over your head. Your Dad
takes care of household tasks and will for you like he does for me.
However, you are expected to be a man about it--be neat, don't make
fucking messes, and pick up after yourself. I expect you to be as neat
and clean as I am for your Dad. You are not twelve. If your Dad tells
me you've been a slob and he has to deal with it, you will have me to
answer to. Is that clear? Is all of this clear?"

I grabbed his nuts and twisted. Hard. I didn't have time to deal with
indecision.

"Yes Daddy it is clear."

"Good. You will also send me a report daily of your activities. I
don't need to know when you took a shit or a piss, but do need to know
what you have done in an attempt to find a job, what you have done for
your classes, etc. This is due daily. Is that clear?"

I grabbed his nuts and twisted again.

"Yes Daddy it is clear. Daddy, I have a question."

"yes Dylan."

"I don't have the money to pay for those classes. They can't be cheap.
How will I pay for it?"

"Dylan I have paid for your tuition. I want you to succeed and be able
to support yourself well if something should happen to your Dad and to
me. I told you before that while you are a sexy boy, you can't support
yourself at fifty by shaking your hot little ass. You need skills."
Fuck. I got hard squeezing his nuts, but saying that to him make me
even fucking harder. I was getting soft.

"Dylan, you need to be punished for the porn today. Porn is only to be
viewed when you have asked me from now on. You are not to even ask
about watching it during `work time.' When I am working, you are to be
working--on your job hunt, your classes, non-sexual self-improvement,
etc. But you will be punished."

I rubbed my hand on his ass cheeks. I spanked each cheek ten times
with my bare hand. His ass was red. Kevin stood and watched and could
not take his eyes off the two of us. It was then that I grabbed the
paddle.

He wasn't just going to get my hand tonight.

I smacked him gently with it at first.

"Ouch! Daddy what?"

"It's a paddle Dylan. You need more than my hand tonight. You are not
to talk while I do this."

I spanked him harder a total of ten times on each ass cheek. He
started crying after the fifth set of swats, but he was a good boy and
did not talk. I allowed him a few moans. At least for tonight. I saw
Kevin staring intently at us. I motioned for him to approach.

"Kevin do me a favor and spread his cheeks. I want to see his hole."
He did as instructed, but Dylan clearly did not like the touching of
his burning cheeks. I spit on his hole and told his dad to do the
same. I grabbed an 8 inch thick butt plug from under the couch and
slid it in his hole.

"Hold this in your hole Dylan until I tell you it's ok to take it
out." I was hard. Very hard. I glanced over at Kevin. He was hard as
well.

"Kevin...get me my tit clamps from the bedroom."

We've got more planned for these three before this eventually wraps
up. Let me know what you think Dylan wants to learn--although I have
some things in mind already. Reader comments are always welcome, if
only to tell me you liked the story or if a character resonated with
you--email me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com. Thanks for reading