Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2022 16:59:34 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: My Son the Porn Star 4 My Son, the Porn Star Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit descriptions of sex between men who are related. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does and the writers it publishes. Please consider supporting them with a donation. And take a second to drop a note to an author you enjoy - a compliment goes a long way. MY SON, THE PORN STAR Part Four I had actually - somehow - lost my erection. Travis stood in his room, a towel wrapped around his waist, setting up some cameras and fixing a couple of lights to add to the natural light streaming in from his window. I could see why he was in demand both as a porn star and a personal trainer. Maybe I was biased, but no one compared to him. That combination of muscle, masculinity, and cute, youthful looks. Travis had taken some naturally thick muscle, inheriting my meaty build, and had fine tuned it. He weighed a solid 220 pounds, all of it rounded and well proportioned. It was made better by the effortless way he walked around, towel hanging low, the skin still damp from showering to get ready for me. For the camera. He'd freshly waxed for the occasion, so my son was as smooth as he was for those early SeanCody shoots, including the one I watched when I first discovered Trav did porn. I slowly removed my clothes and felt the nervousness in the pit of my stomach. MusclePup Mike had offered to help us with the shoot. Travis and I couldn't resist repeating out threesome chemistry a couple more times, and when I let it be known Trav and I were thinking of actually doing it, actually fucking on camera, Mike got wild-eyed excited. "Fuck yeah, you guys should do it," he urged. Mike wanted to be there when we did this, but Travis and I wanted to preserve the one-on-one intimacy, even on camera. It was the right call. Travis finally took off his towel and hung it on a chair. That ass was meaty and round but it was the front view that took my breath away. Ripped abs, blocky pecs, strong arms, that boy-next-door face looking every bit of 26-years young. And rising from his trimmed blond crotch was that healthy-sized rockhard erection. "You doing OK, Dad?" he asked. I nodded, trying to be OK with this. We'd talked about it so much, but it felt real all of a sudden. Up till this day, I thought this was something my dick was driving me to do, while my brain resisted. At that moment, it felt the other way around. I deflected that fear with a joke. "Jesus, you take viagra or something, Travis?" He flashed a smile, looking down at his porn-worthy erection. "Nah, I mean sometimes I'll take a small dose if I'm topping, just to keep it revved up. But now, I'm just so turned on for this, you know?" I gulped and Travis knew what my reaction was about. He looked at my dad dick, hanging soft and meaty from my hairier crotch. I couldn't remember the last time I had trouble getting it up. "It happens to a lot of guys their first time on camera," Trav said reassuring me. He stepped up and gently felt me up. "Yeah?" I asked. Not getting hard in his hand but enjoying his touch, a lot. "Absolutely," he replied before leaning in for a kiss. I leaned into it. Travis was my height and I loved kissing him standing up. Feeling the similarity between our bodies, but also the contrast in age and hardness. His hands now traveled up my torso to feel up my chest and arms. My workouts had paid dividends, and even if I wasn't in Travis's league, I had the "daddy" body that could hold its own with some of the other OnlyFans models. Travis pulled back and reached down again to cup my genitals. My dick wasn't hard yet, but it was plumper than before. I loved the way Travis explored my prick and nut sac and even massaged his fingers through my crotch hair. "I love touching your dick, Dad," he said in his bro-ish masculine voice. "Just knowing it made me... fuck!" It turns I wouldn't need viagra. As soon as he said that, my dick shot out and filled up to its oversized fullness. Travis laughed at my reaction, and I laughed too. "You're into this too, huh?" Trav asked, almost as much as a statement as a question. I nodded, grinning lewdly. "Fuck yes I'm into it. Fucking around with my own son." Travis had gotten me into verbalizing our incest, relaxing into that part of our connection. More than I expected talking about it turned me on like crazy. "I love every minute of it, Dad," Travis said as he felt up my dad spike with a gentle stroke. Then he licked his lips and crouched down in front of me. "Aren't we gonna save that for the camera?" I asked. Trav winked at me. "I gotta be the fluffer, too, Dad," he said before taking me into his mouth. "Holy shit," I exclaimed. My son's oral skills were gonna get all the way to full hardness. I could have easily done an oral scene for this video but Travis and I both craved that deep physicality of a dad-son fuck. "Easy, buddy," I urged as I gripped Travis's meaty shoulders and pulled him off me. My son's smile melted my heart and turned me on at the same time. He was good at this, real good, but more over he was proud of how accomplished he was sexually, how effortlessly he turned me on. "Let's do this," I practically growled. My son gave one last kiss of my cock and bounded up. He stepped into the range of the cameras and lay back on his bed, dick rock hard and lying on his ripped abs. I realized the thrill of seeing his bedroom transformed into a familiar setting. I watched Travis's OnlyFans videos pretty much daily, and now there was this weird interplay between the crazy-hot real-life incest we had going on and the porn fantasy version of Travis I enjoyed watching voyeuristically. One fed into another. I was now ready for this, physically and psychologically. I slipped on a mask that disguised my identity. There was still a risk that people would figure it out. Someone, anyone. But we figured no one would actually expect a real father to fuck his real son on camera. The brazenness of our act would be our best disguise. The risk turned me on, too. I strutted into the camera's view. Travis reminded me this wasn't live. We could edit anything out, or even not post this if we both weren't comfortable with it. That knowledge made this easier, but deep down I knew this was for real. I was making my first appearance in a gay porn video. The jitters were still there, but they somehow got channeled into an exhibitionist energy. I understood what excited Travis about being a performer, that adrenaline rush and sexual thrill of being seen. Especially as I got on the bed and saw Travis's smile. Turned on but also happy I was into this too. I don't know if anything compares with the first time you have sex with your son, but this was like reliving that moment, all over again. Travis's hands on my flank, feeling me and pulling me in for a kiss. It was soft and sensual. Almost romantic, if it weren't for the perversion of our act. The brazen incestuousness was like a current of electricity between us. Travis's OnlyFans subscribers were gonna get sexual chemistry in spades. We made out, father and son, humping against one another on the mattress, hands clutching at each other's muscular bodies. We moaned excitedly into our kiss, but that was the extent of our vocalization. Trav and I had decided this sex would be silent, to keep us from giving anything away. My son's body shook a little before me. I pulled off the kiss and examined his face, maybe a little nervous but mostly turned on. That's what made me feel comfortable, actually, knowing my very hot and very confident son felt a little of what I felt. And that trusting way he looked at me, made me wish I didn't have to wear the mask. I patted his chest then playfully bumped the hard pectoral muscle with both fists before I started kissing his washboard stomach, easing my way down. Before Travis, I wasn't experienced sucking dick. I still wasn't skilled at it, though my son had coached me in the act some. Part of the issue is that Travis is pretty fucking hung - thick as he is long. I felt that girth now as I bobbed up and down those first few inches. That's about all I could reasonably handle, and once that dick head nudged the back of my throat, I had to be careful. But something was different now. The exhibitionist in me loved that I was showing off this act. Sucking my own son's dick. Appreciating the tool I'd passed down to him, even if Travis was hung a little more than me, even. I took a deep breath and went for it. That porn dick pressed deeper into my gullet. Rather than kick off a gag reflex, Travis's tool coaxed me to open up. It was magnificent, that feeling of taking him in like that. Slowly, I worked my mouth and throat over him in regular strokes. "Fuck!" Travis exclaimed, breaking the plan of silence. He spread his legs and softly ran his fingers along my neck, coaxing me but letting me do what I was willing to do. So I sucked my son and my fingers played with his shaved smooth balls. Which were drawing up now in a telltale sign. I didn't want my son to cum yet, so I pulled off. We hadn't scripted the sex we'd do, deciding we'd go with the flow of what felt right. And what felt right was eating Travis's ass. I nudged up his legs, and it took him a second to realize what was after. I don't think he expected me to rim him on camera. But he now pulled those meaty thighs up and back, showing off the dusting of blond hair in that crack, framing his perfect, pink pucker. I dove in. My son let out a gasp and a grunt as I licked his most private place. I could feel his body relax but also get more turned on. I held onto those perfect ass cheeks and drilled my tongue into his hole more eagerly. He was squeaky clean, well prepped for me, and that just drove me to munch harder. It would have been easier without the mask, which was getting wet from my saliva now, but I pulled it up over the tip of my nose so I could eat him more easily. It wasn't until I watched the video later that I realized I'd rimmed my son for a solid five minutes. We considered editing that down, but ultimately left the whole thing in. When I finally relented, Travis's hole was fluttering in excitement. I was now well practiced in the next steps. Too practiced. Lubing up Travis's ass, fingering him before slicking up my own cock. My son wasn't virgin snug by a long shot, but he'd been bottoming less lately. Even his kinda boyfriend Steve - CornFed Daddy of the videos - preferred to bottom for Travis off camera, Trav told me. But this was like riding a bike. My son's guts clenched and unclenched around my fingers. And once I pressed into him, the thrill of doing this in a video got the best of us. I penetrated my son, for the world to see. I actually had to think of whatever unsexy thoughts came to mind to keep from cumming too soon. Travis actually smirked as he realized what was going on. Every part of his insides were alive and snug against my cock, and felt even more so as I started thrusting. I couldn't resist kissing Trav as I started fucking him. It was a hot, sexy kiss, different from our first ones. My son held my hips and urged me to a faster, harder pace. So I pushed my upper body up over him and started really thrusting. Not hard or brutal or crazy fast. But a real, steady drilling. Trav was rock hard through it all, looking up at me, and running his hands along my chest. I could have pounded us both to a nut right then and there, but I became conscious that I was performing for the camera. There was the sexual intimacy between me and Trav and there was the fact we were two men having sex for the camera and thousands of unseen viewers. The dynamic between those two was intense. I slowly withdrew and flipped my son on his stomach. I don't know if you've ever fucked a porn star, but they're really good at knowing what to do, how to get in position. Travis stretched his body on the bed and placed a pillow under his hips to raise that meaty ass to just the right position. I mounted him, my full body on top of his. This was getting raw and animalistic. Me boning Travis and doing my best to imitate CornFed Daddy and all the other dudes who's nailed my son on video. Scratch that, I wanted to outdo those fuckers. I put more power into my hips, pouring my athleticism into fucking Trav. He took it, too. Maybe not power bottom slutty like Mike, but eager receptive. Needing his daddy. Fuck! My hips were a blur and I let out a deep grunt as I fired off into Travis's raw guts. One, two, three, eight blasts of dad sperm into him. Soaking him from the inside. "Yes!" my son hissed. I slowed my humping to a halt, kissing Travis's sweaty, salty neck, then withdrew, my prick still hard and slimy with cum. Instinctively I pulled my son up to a kneeling position and entered him again. I probably couldn't get off twice in a row, but I didn't want to stop fucking. Travis went fucking wild as I held him close and rutted his used, cum-filled hole. He leaned back into me, face turning red and stroked out a massive cum. I gently patted his belly as he came, giving him that nonverbal encouragement. I kissed his neck again and when my dong slipped out, finally retreating from its fuck hard, Trav craned his neck back to kiss me deeply. Tongue and all. I gently pushed my son down to the bed again, letting out a growl that I disguised with as deep a voice I could affect. "Hold it there," I ordered and got off the bed to get a camera. Trav knew immediately what I was doing and he pressed his face into the mattress and reached back to spread his meaty buns. There it was, my son's fucked-open hole, a reminder that I had some real girth to work with myself. I brought the camera closer, tighter in on a wet pucker. Then like magic, the cum oozed out. Then more. It was more than a creampie, it was a cascading river of semen. My semen. I'd been crazy worked up fucking my son just then and I was seeing the visual evidence of my load, and documenting it, too. I finally set the camera down and playfully swatted Travis's rump. He giggled almost and flipped half over and leaned up to kiss me. After a minute of that, my son got up and turned off the cameras. I knew we could edit anything out, but I knew Trav wanted me to feel comfortable. Meanwhile, I pulled off my mask and tossed it aside. His body felt almost clammy cool as we reconnected. "God, Dad, that was incredible," he said. His hands massaged my ass. Travis had been making overtures toward it, rimming me a couple of times, but never outright asking to fuck me. I still didn't know if I'd ever let him. "It was, Trav," I hissed. "Jesus... at first I didn't think I was going to be able to get into it, then I didn't think I was gonna be able to stop." My son smirked. "You're a natural," he said. I flopped back on the bed, enjoying my nakedness and the half-hard state of my dong resting on my thigh. "My heart's still beating... adrenaline rush," I said. I turned to Travis. "Is it always like this?" He shook his head. "The first couple of times. It goes away," he said. Pausing as he realized that he was implying it might be more than a one-time thing for me. "I'm pretty amped up myself right now. That was wild." "It was," I agreed. Travis and I talked some more, processing what we'd just done. Talking about whether we'd actually post it. Then after an hour, my hardon returned and we had sex again. Slowly, gently, more lovingly. No cameras, just me and Trav. *** I was just getting home when the phone rang. It was my son. "Hey Big Guy," I greeted. Travis had gotten into me using nick names with him. "Hey Dad. How's it going?" "Good," I said. "Just getting home from the office." "You able to talk?" he asked. Kate wasn't home yet and the coast seemed clear, "Yeah, I'm good." "Well," Trav started, "I was about to post our video and wanted to double check that you're still cool with it." It was do or die time. But I wanted this, even more than Travis. "Post it, son. It's a fucking masterpiece." I heard a chuckle from the other end. "Yeah, it turned out better than I expected even." Travis had done the editing himself, combining the multiple camera angles to build the sexual action. I'd watched the secure video a half dozen times. So far, I'd been unable to get past the rim scene before cumming. "Just tell me how it does." "Absolutely, Dad. I'm gonna go put it online now." "All right, love ya, kiddo." "Love ya, too, Dad." I went to get out of my work clothes and double checked the time. I had a good half hour before my wife got home. I pulled up JakeTheJock's OnlyFan page - Travis's page. There it was, already, for the world to see. "MaskedDaddy's first porn shoot," the title read. I clicked play. It opened with Travis on the bed, and me stepping into frame. A back shot of my ass, then a side view which showed my erection. I knew what was going to happen of course, and I practically had this memorized. It didn't make it any less hot as I lubed up and started stroking. This time, I got all the way to the penetration shot before I spewed. "Fuck!" I grunted feeling the aftershocks of orgasm wash over me. *** "Dad you're a fucking hit," came the DM message from my son. "I've gotten so much fan mail from our shoot. They want a repeat." I felt my heart pound. There was something strange about porn. It was exhibitionist, but that thrill of being watched often came well after the sex act itself, as men watched you have sex. And then more men. I smiled as I typed back a reply. "We gonna give them one?" "I dunno," Trav wrote. "Are we?" "We'll talk ;)" I set down my phone and went back to my work. Then the phone notification came again. "Dad... you're officially a porn star now." Holy fuck, I was.