Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2024 15:41:39 -0800 From: Da So Subject: My Son the Erotic Author: Part 7 This is a story about the beginning of a father-son incest situation. This story is pure fantasy. This story is not meant to offend, if so, please move along. If you like my stories so far, feel free to reach out (dad.s.taboo@gmail.com) and let me know if I got you hard! Nifty needs donations to provide these wonderful stories -- please donate with this link https://donate.nifty.org/ So, I'm sitting in my apartment, having a glass of wine and then I hear that my phone gets a text message. I walk over to my phone, and I see a message from fucking Nick. The message reads, "Hey dude, we need to chat! Apologies for how last time went down. You free to come over to my place tomm night?" Its been a little while since Nick violently fucked my mouth in the bar bathroom, when I told him about the story that I found from Eric. Unfortunately, that asshole was correct, and I do jerk my cock thinking about that bathroom experience and of course about our first time. I walk away from the phone, so I don't let my dick answer the text and I have a moment to think. I'm starting to get a bit frustrated more than anything else. I just don't know why he must act like he does sometimes, I'm happy to suck him off with no strings attached but I don't need to be insulted and made to feel bad afterwards. It wasn't my intention to dredge up any of the past with me confronting Nick about his son's story, he's the one that went there. I have always wondered if he thought about that drunken night, and I guess having me blow him again kind of gives me my answer. Tomorrow night I will just have to tell him how I feel that I'm cool with hooking up but don't need to be treated like the battered gay friend with an apology after. I pick up my phone and respond with, "Sounds good, you owe me for the drinks that night anyway, lol." I then start thinking about that night again and of course my dick starts responding. My hand slips down into my shorts and I start just massaging my big ass balls. This is usually the tell-tale sign to my cock that more 1 on 1 action is coming its way. My cock stiffens with the attention, and I slowly start jerking myself. My mind immediately goes to that night in the bar bathroom, yeah, I know I'm pissed about how he treated me but acting like an outsider looking in, he made me his bitch to serve that amazing cock. I sucked that cock like I was fucking getting paid -- even though he was raping my mouth at the time, I took every inch down my throat. His pre cum was dripping into my mouth and travelling down my throat. It was hard to breathe at times but at the same time, which Nick didn't realize, is that I came twice during that interaction. I then look back down at my hard dick, spit a couple times onto my cock and pick up the pace of jerking off thinking about all of this. My mind then decides to engage in sexual warfare and switches my thinking to Nick and his son and Eric's erotic writing. While jerking, I quickly switch to my pictures and bring up the pic I took of his story, that I never deleted, even though Nick told me too. This was the first time that I looked at this pic since I was with Nick and told him about it. My mind quickly switches to me thinking about Nick fucking his son, while I'm watching and then I join in and DP Eric with Nick. I'm in Eric's ass but Nick's dick and mine are rubbing against each other while inside Eric and his dick feels so amazing next to mine. I focus more on the fact that I am rubbing against Nick's dick and then Nick erupts in his son's ass coating my dick with his cum while I continue to fuck his son. He pulls out and whispers in my ear, "Yeah keep fucking my son with my seed, I lubed my boy up for you with the seed that made him." Well, that made me blow many ropes all over my marble kitchen island. Fuck, that is the first time I have ever been so horny that I blew in the kitchen. Damn. I start cleaning up my cum off the countertop and I hear my phone ping. I wipe my cum evidence away, throw it in the garbage, pick up my shorts from the floor and head over to my phone. Oh Nick responded..... "Do I owe you anything because I thought I made a deposit on my tab in the bathroom? LOL! Look forward to hanging out!" Well, what the fuck does that mean? Ok, so maybe I am his whore? Ok, just settle down and let's see what tomorrow brings. Fuck all of this, I got off so I'm going to fucking bed! Around 3a, I start tossing and turning and suddenly wake up cumming all over my stomach and sheets. Am I 12 years old? Did I really just have a wet dream? After I have cleaned myself and my bed up, I end up sleeping in a bit. I get out of bed and start thinking about tonight! Fuck, what do I wear to Nicks? Is this an apology? Is this a meeting? Is this a hookup? Is this an intervention about his privacy? Does this have anything to do with Eric? FUCK! I go about my day since it's a Saturday, chores, and shit. I head back to my place to get ready for tonight. I'm nervous, I'm angry, I'm horny, literally I'm everything. I take a shower, trim down my pubes and jerk off one more time so I'm not going over there with a horny loaded pistol. I made the decision to wear a cock ring, to pronounce my bulge to Nick. Will he even fucking notice? Doesn't matter, I love how it makes my bulge try to bust out of these pants. I start acting like I am going to meet a hookup and throw a bottle of poppers in my pocket as well as some lube packets. I highly doubt that any of this will even be used but I used to be a boy scout and we were "always prepared." That makes me chuckle a bit and I continue getting ready. I start driving over to Nicks and as you can imagine, so many different thoughts are going through my head. I get to his place, ring the doorbell and Nick opens the door. Here we go...