Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2021 14:21:18 -0400 From: Rod Rey Subject: The Men of the Franco Family 5 The ride back home was a louder one, full of chatter. Because the men traveled with us in Dad's car while the women drove a rental car, there was so much sexual energy on my part. There were three males from Mom's side: my cousin who was a hot and smooth twink; his lean jock dad who was even hotter and more of an otter, and his dad's "silver otter" dad was handsome for an elder. Grandpa, dad, and son, all here with us. My grandma and Mom's two sisters helped Mom cook a hearty Italian meal, not the Americanized shit, while my female cousins hung out with my two sisters. It was a good, sunny Saturday with lots of laughs. I couldn't understand any of the conversations since they were in Italian. I'd just talked to my twink cousin who had a strong Italian accent while I'd fantasized about fucking his little olive peach. Now, it was late at night and dark throughout the house. I lay on the guestroom's full-size bed without the bedsheets, the moonlight barely shining through the windows. I was naked because Dad would probably be too. The fan was on, but the heat still got to me. Dad hadn't brought up the sexual stuff again since the car ride, but he'd occasionally formed knowing smirks while the family hadn't been looking. I'd just blushed. He came back from the shower and closed the door, and the sound of his towel dropping made my leaking dick twitch. The sexual anticipation boosted my adrenaline. He climbed into bed and lay next to me on my right. The side of his naked, hairy body lightly brushed against my equally-hairy skin. A naked muscle bear and his naked muscle cub. I was so hard now. My dick had just risen fast from Dad's naked presence alone, and there wasn't even anything sexual going on between us. Precum dripped profusely onto my bush, and I knew I had to get off. This was torture, an unbearable agony. So, I started stroking. Dad must've noticed because he did the same, which was barely noticeable from the moonlight and my night vision. He seemed to be looking at the ceiling. I stared at the side of his face, what little of it I could make out. I was already so close to shooting because of my blue balls, but I managed to wait longer. Dad turned his head to face me and scooted up against me, making my heart race. His minty breath warmed my lips, but he didn't say a word. He simply jerked off like I was doing. After a while, he reached closer to my face and whispered, "I want you to be as sick in the head as I am." Oh, fuck...as weird as that was, it threatened me to shoot earlier than I wanted. "I own you, Dario. I own everything I create." I gasped but controlled the urge. His words were probably just sex talk, and it worked. My painfully-hard dick leaked like a water hose. "I also fuck everything I create." Oh, shit...my dick. I needed to hold the urge, fuck. "And you're the only one left for me to breed." I breathed harder, my eyes heavy with deep lust. "Of legal age, anyway." Huh? "What do you mean?" "This stays between us. Promise me." "I promise, Dad. I'd never betray you." "Good." After a moment of staring at me while we continued jerking off, he pressed his nose against mine, his lips dangerously close to mine while his bearded chin rubbed against my equally-bearded one. "I have many, many sons." My heart beat so fast, and I swallowed. Wow... "You have a lot of half-brothers to meet. Young ones too." Little brothers? "How young?" "The youngest is a newborn, beautiful angel. The rest are toddlers, older children, middle school age, and high school age. I don't fuck them, though. They have to be eighteen for that. But you have older brothers too. And they're dying to meet you." I was getting closer and closer. Older brothers? I'd always wondered what it was like to even have a brother. "And more sisters?" "Yep. I fucked them all like dirty sluts. Your sisters too." Shit... "Your father is a sick fuck, Dario, and so are they. You will be too, soon enough." Did I want to be a sick fuck? Was I already a sick fuck? Why was it turning me on, though? The thought of Dad pounding my brothers got me so close that I had to slow down my strokes. My fingers were drenched with precum. "And I'm going to whore the fuck out of you like Daddy's next dirty slut. Because you're horny like your father. I didn't have to do a thing about it. You're a natural freak." Was I? His dirty words turned me on too much to hold it in any longer. "I'm gonna come, Dad..." He finally placed his lips on mine and slipped his tongue inside to make out with me. He groaned as if on the verge of coming. And that was it. I erupted like a powerful volcano, grunting and trying to stay silent despite the fan being on. Thick shot after thick shot flying over my head and shoulders, landing on my face and throat, as well as on my chest, flat belly, and bush. We caught our breaths. Fuck. I'd never come like this in my entire life. Dad put his cummy fingers inside my mouth for a taste of him, my first taste of my own father. "Swallow those little brothers of yours. Get used to it because you'll be sucking my big dick soon, and I won't allow my cum to go to waste." "Okay." "Goodnight, Dario." "Night, Dad." He lay back and was ready to sleep. Meanwhile, I had to process the most shocking and pleasurable experience of my life. ***INFO*** More by Rod Rey: https://rodreywriter.wordpress.com (c) 2021, Rod Rey. All Rights Reserved. Please donate to help keep Nifty alive!