Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2024 08:01:02 -0500
From: The Eagle <forbiddenwritings@gmail.com>
Subject: The Secrets We Keep chapter three (Gay/Incest)

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THE SECRETS WE KEEP -- chapter three

I stood there stupidly looking between my son and his naked football
coach. I can't imagine what it must have looked like from an outsider as
my brain tried to catch up with what was going on.

Sean's Coach, Doug, quickly slipped his underwear on. He might have
thought that hid his cock, but I saw it was still slick. The condom was
on the floor beside him, obviously used and full. My eyes darted up to
Sean who looked absolutely terrified.

I don't know what was stronger, the instinct to protect him from that
fear in his eyes or the urge to plow my throbbing cock into his mouth.
God! What a fucked up thought!

"What the fuck is going on?" I finally found words as Doug reached for
his khaki pants. That was all I had ever seen him wear: Khaki pants and a
polo shirt. As the months had grown colder he had added a hoodie or
sweatshirt with the school's logo emblazoned across it.

The man was fucking hot! He had thick muscles in all of the right places.
Yes, the kind of body I would like to find in the locker room at my gym,
not naked in my son's bedroom.

I was angry. How could he have taken advantage of my son like this? The
man I had entrusted my flesh and blood to protect. The man who was an
upstanding member in our community, that we, as parents, had trusted to
mold our boys into men. Fury pulsed through my veins as I watched him
slip into the khakis avoiding eye contact with me.

What I was most furious about, and what shocked me the absolute most was
the fact that I had arrived too late. What had they been up to? Had they
really done everything that I was currently imagining, or was my mind
completely warped?

Had my son swallowed his coach? Had he offered that juicy ass to him? Had
the man I trusted with my son violated him in the best way possible?

Fuck.

At least he had used protection. God knows how many of Sean's team
members Doug Blevins was also abusing.

"Dad. I can explain." Sean's voice broke through the thick tension in
the room as I watched Doug buckle his pants and then find his polo shirt
and pull it on over his head.

"You better leave." I said through gritted teeth when Doug's eyes met
mine.

"Geoff, let me explain." He started.

"You better leave before I kill you." I felt my fists clench at my
sides ready to pulverize the man who had hurt my little boy.

"Dad! No!" Sean said moving himself between us. My eyes never left
Doug's. Sean's hands came up to my chest and pushed me. I didn't move
much, but my little boy wasn't so little anymore. He was growing up, in
more ways than one apparently.

Sean finally managed to get me out into the hallway. "Dad. Look at me."
He said closing his bedroom door leaving Doug alone. Before the door
closed I saw the fear in the man's eyes. He knew even if I didn't hurt
him physically his career and life were over.

"Sean." I finally breathed and wrapped my arms around him. I hugged him
so tightly I probably hurt him, but I never meant to. His head still only
came up to my chest and tucked perfectly under my chin. I bent down just
enough to kiss the top of his head as I squeezed him even tighter. My
little boy had developed quite a bit over this past year.

"Dad, please." He sobbed and I felt his body shake underneath my
embrace.

"Shhh, it's okay baby. He won't ever hurt you again." I whispered
into his thick brown hair. He kept the mahogany locks a little longer
than I would have liked, but I chose my battles carefully. I ran my
fingers through his hair and inhaled deeply.

My little boy had been hurt and he needed me. He squeezed me tighter as I
kissed his hair again and then laid my cheek on top of his head.

"Come on, Dad." Sean said as he pulled away just enough to take the
lead. He walked to the other end of the hall where my bedroom was. He
closed the door and then stood against it. I turned to see my son
standing there in just his t-shirt and a jock. I hadn't even noticed he
was still almost naked.

"Sean. How bad is it?'

"Dad, please." His eyes filled up as he looked at me.

"Sean. I have to know. How bad did he hurt you?" I heard the front door
close downstairs. I raced to the window in three steps that overlooked
the driveway. The man who violated my little boy had parked on the other
side of the street so it wouldn't look suspicious. "Son of a bitch,
he's getting away."

I turned, but Sean tackled me as I lunged for the door. We both crashed
to the floor knocking a table over and a few family photographs I had on
there.

"Sean, what the fuck?" I finally asked when he straddled me and pinned
my shoulders to the floor.

"Dad, let me explain."

"Get off of me, son." I said staring up into his eyes.

"Let me explain." He repeated. I wasn't about to let the man get away.
I grabbed my son's leg and pulled it closer to my body as I rolled and
we swapped places now with him on the floor and me hovering over him.

"You can explain later, but he is not getting away!" I pushed to my
feet as Sean scrambled. I made it to my bedroom door and threw it open
before racing down the stairs. Sean's footsteps quickly following me.

Yes, he is younger, faster, and more athletic. However, when a parent
needs to protect their child nothing else compares. I reached for the
doorknob on the front door and turned it.

"Daddy!"

I froze. Every single muscle in my body absolutely stopped in that one
second and my world shattered around me. Sean had not called me that in
years. I hadn't even realized it until that moment. Time stood still.
The air around me didn't move.

When I turned to see him he looked like my little boy again. My little
boy right on the edge of manhood. My little boy begging for understanding
and protection.

"Daddy, please." He repeated and my insides crumbled.

Doug Blevins got away that day.

Sean stared at me from the second step of our staircase. He had never
looked more beautiful than that moment. His thick brown hair was curling
down to his shoulders in that teen heartthrob fashion, and if framed his
smooth angular face perfectly. His dark brown eyes pleaded for my
understanding.

He was still only in his jock and a t-shirt, but I can only imagine the
rest of my boy was just as beautiful.

God. I'm fucked!

"Daddy." He took a step down and then moved closer to me. "Coach
Blevins didn't hurt me."

"Sean. I know what I saw."

"I am not saying what you saw isn't true. I'm saying he didn't hurt
me." Sean stood right in front of me now and looked up at me. He tried
to make it make sense with his eyes, but my protective instinct was still
raging through me.

"Sean. You don't know what you're saying."

"I know a lot more than you think, Dad. I'm not a little boy anymore."

"Yes, you are. You'll always be my little boy. I am supposed to protect
you." I reached for him and pulled him against me in another fierce hug.
Yes, my little boy wasn't so little anymore. His dense body crashed into
me and his arms wrapped around me as I kissed the top of his head again.
"I'm so sorry, Sean."

"I'm not." He spoke into my chest. "You're not listening."

"Sean..."

"Daddy." He spoke softly this time and that word broke my heart into a
million pieces as he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes and
finally whispered, "I wanted it."

Sean reached up and put his hand behind my head and pulled me down toward
him. His lips met mine for the first time and our bodies both gave way to
what we wanted. His lips were full, soft, and so tender.

He pulled me tighter against him as I moved my lips across his and then
licked at the seam of his mouth. Desire took over in that moment as my
eager little boy took charge and sucked my tongue into his mouth.

I turned and pushed him against the wall as my tongue drove into his warm
kiss. He moaned perfectly as his hand ran over my head. I had shaved my
head that morning so he felt the smoothness.

"Daddy." He gasped when I moved away from his mouth and started to kiss
his throat. I ran my tongue and teeth along the thick cord of muscle
there as his other hand moved to touch as much of me as he could.


"Sean. We shouldn't." I finally whispered when I ran my tongue up and
around the shell of his ear. I felt him shiver in my embrace knowing what
that did to a lover.

"Please, Daddy. I want it." He gasped and his mouth found my throat. He
was a quick study as he licked that sensitive spot right where my chest
and neck meet. I ground my body harder against him and felt his erection
pressing into my thigh. The thin material of his jock and my pants the
only thing separating the skin on skin action we both craved.

"I am your father." I protested weakly.

"And I love you, Daddy."

That was all if fucking took! I pushed back and looked at his face. The
desire was blazing in his eyes. I bent over and picked my son up throwing
him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and climbed the stairs.

"What the..." He gasped at my sudden movements, but we were already
halfway upstairs before he even realized it. I turned around the banister
and saw Sean's door open.

There was absolutely no fucking way I was going to go in there where he
had been abused. This was about love, and he deserved much more than
that. He deserved Daddy's bed.

I kicked my bedroom door closed after I had entered it and tossed my son
on the bed. The large king size mattress swallowed him up as he bounced
and his t-shirt flew up just enough to show off his rock hard abs. God,
to be young and in shape like that again!

I kicked my shoes off and slipped out of my pants before quickly pulling
my shirt off. I had kept the boxers on from the gym, but the look on
Sean's face made it clear they needed to come off too.

"On your knees, son." I demanded. I do not have the words to tell you
just how fucking excited my little boy was hearing me say that. The only
time I have ever seen that look on his face before was on Christmas
morning when he was nine years old and he saw the bike that Santa had
left him. The one he had been begging for, and he'd finally gotten his
present.

He was about to get it.

In one second he was sprawled across my bed, and in the very next second
he was an obedient pup on his knees right in front of me. He pushed his
face into my boxers and inhaled deeply.

"You kinky fuck. You like how Daddy smells?"

"Yes, Daddy." He breathed and the way his eyes glossed over made me
throb. Fuck, I couldn't wait to see what his O-face looked like!

I ran my hand through his hair and just when I had reached the edge I
yanked his head back to stare up at me. He gasped and I bent forward to
kiss his lips. I thrust my tongue roughly into his mouth and then pulled
back staring into his eyes. I gave him just a second to catch up to me.

"I'm only saying this once, son. I'm not going to hurt you, so if at
any point you want to stop just say so. I'm not playing fucking games.
I'm not pissing around with stupid safe words. No means no, but you
better mean it if you say it. That stops everything. Do you understand?"

He leaned in to kiss me again, but I pulled his hair a little rough and
he gasped. "Yes, Daddy."

"Son." I breathed and kissed him again letting go of his hair and then
stood up.

"I want it bad, Daddy." He said burying his face in my crotch again. My
dick throbbed through the fabric forgetting all about having been
pleasured earlier. My son pulled my boxers down swiftly and my cock
bounced out right in front of his face. "Daddy. You're so big."

I reached out and stroked his hair again as he leaned in and moved
straight to my balls. I felt his warm mouth take my left nut into his
mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped when his tongue massaged all around it. Then he
moved to my right nut and bathed it just as perfectly. I threw my head
back as my son's hands moved up and down my thighs removing the boxers
so I was completely naked in front of my own son with my nuts in his
mouth.

"Daddy." He inhaled deeply and then ran his tongue up the underside of
my cock. The rush of seeing my own son's mouth open and my dick aimed
right at it will be with my forever. It was such an erotic sight my cock
pulsed and a shot of precum landed on his tongue.

Then I lost my fucking mind when he moved forward just enough and took
the head of my dick into his mouth. The growl that ripped from my throat
was one that came straight from my soul and my own son's mouth had me
weak in the knees already.

"Goddamn it!" I roared again when he went deeper. Deeper. Fucking
deeper! My hands buried themselves in my son's long hair as I lost every
ounce of my resolve and thrust into the warm wet hole of his throat. My
eyes closed just from the pleasure and I hated losing the sight of my
baby boy swallowing the cock that made him, but fuck it was just too
good.

When I felt him gag I should have pulled back, but it urged me on. His
hands tightened on my ass cheeks and the little dick sucker pulled me
even deeper. When I felt his throat stretch around my throbbing head I
knew I was lost to the world. Hell wouldn't even take me at this point.

"Daddy!" He gasped ripping his mouth away from my cock and gasping for
air. The spit dripped down his chin and I saw his lips pouting in an even
deeper swelling than before. My balls tightened knowing I helped with
that.

"Get on the fucking bed!" I barked and stepped out of the boxers around
my ankle. Sean ripped his shirt off and slid his jock down before
climbing on the bed just as naked as I was now. "Show me that pussy."

Sean laid on his back and spread his legs wide. That hole had been used
already and the anger flashed back through me. It was almost enough to
make me stop and go find his coach and beat him for the pain he'd caused
my boy.

But then Sean proved himself when he ran two fingers across that swollen
pucker and pushed them inside. He breathed a soft moan as he took them
all the way and my dick ached to replace them!

"Fuck, boy. That's a beautiful pussy for Daddy."

"I need it, Daddy."

"What? Tell Daddy what you need, BabyBoy." I swallowed hard needing to
hear it. I climbed on the bed and settled right against him so his ass
was on my thighs. I spanked his hole with my thick cock head still wet
from his mouth.

"I need you to fuck me, Daddy." He begged. "Fuck me bare. I've never
been fucked bare before."

Thank fuck for that.

"Daddy is the only one who should ever get to do that." I grinned and
pushed my head against his hole as he pulled the two fingers out.

Maybe I wouldn't have to kill Doug Blevins after all?

"Please Daddy." Sean begged again and I felt the one remaining pillar
of salvation crumble inside of me.

I lined my cock up to my son's beautiful ass. I let the tip kiss his
hole a couple of times as I thrust very lightly against him testing his
resistance. Then I looked up and our eyes met. The blaze of desire was
still there and even stronger in my son's eyes.

I thrust once. Hard. Deep. Completely. Burying myself in the tight tunnel
of my only child. My entire body landed on him with a thud as I knocked
the air out of him from the inside and the outside. Our mouths came
together again as I swallowed his pleasured screams.

I kissed him roughly, deeply, passionately. Owning my boy was my only
goal at that moment in time. Being inside of him bare where no one else
ever had. His ass gripped me so fucking perfectly I knew nothing else
could ever come close. He was made for me. I was made for him.

My cock fit into my son like a hand in a glove. Absolute perfection.

My strong muscular body writhed underneath me as I kissed him deeper. His
cock thrust against my hairy belly as he craved more. I pulled out slowly
about half way and then slowly rocked back inside.

His hands clawed at my back as he panted begging for more.

"Take Daddy deep. Bare. Just like you wanted BabyBoy." I said softly
against his lips as we kissed again and again and again.

My hands buried themselves in his hair again and I pulled it back so his
chin tilted up. I felt his hole clamp down from the new pleasure and I
almost lost control. I took a deep breath and held very still for just a
few seconds until I stayed on this side of the razor-sharp edge.

Then I kissed his throat. My teeth lightly digging in and marking my son.
Mine. Forever.

Sean moved his hips and I felt my cock rub his spot. He gasped and clawed
me again.

"Fuck boy!" I panted pushing into him. Not wanting to lose my load yet,
but not wanting it to stop.

"DADDY!" He screamed and his heels dug into my ass as he started
fucking himself on my cock underneath my muscular weight. He kept going
and I felt his cock throb and then spurt between us.

His ass tried to push me out with his orgasm, but I knew he needed this,
so I doubled down and thrust in deeper. The wail that escaped my
son-lover's lips was earth-shattering.

Four more powerful shots erupted between us as I rode his ass through his
orgasm. When I finally felt his hole relax just a bit I dove into the
ocean of pleasure.

I sat up on my knees and grabbed my son by his thighs. The power with
which I fucked my son into the mattress that first time was something I
had never felt before. Not even my first time having sex compared to
this.

The headboard slammed and smacked into the wall with such force I knew
that I'd be patching the holes afterward. I did not fucking care! The
look in my boy's eyes drove me straight into a level of pleasure that is
heaven.

"Goddamn it! Daddy's going to breed you! FUCK SON!"

"Please Daddy! Fill my boy pussy full of that load." He panted. His
hands ran over my torso. His thick load coated my hairy stomach and chest
now. He cock flopped back and forth half hard as I pounded absolutely
mercilessly into the pleasure center of my only child.

"FUCK!" I gasped and felt the pleasure rip through me. My balls
tightened as my dick grew even bigger inside my son. "Here is it boy!"

He planted his heels on either side of my ass now and started fucking
himself up and down the full length. I'd never seen such an expert slut
move, but that did it. My son fucking himself on the cock that made him
sent me head-first over that edge.

I roared so loudly I knew the neighbors would hear it. His eyes rolled
back as his own cock shot a second load all over his muscular body and I
flooded into his guts. I collapsed on top of him and pumped the rest of
my load deep into my perfect lover as we kissed.

Maybe I wouldn't have to kill Doug Blevins after all. Hell, maybe I
should thank him!

I laid there on top of Sean for a moment letting my world fall back into
place. We were tangled in a deep embrace of lovers. Arms and legs twisted
around each other never wanting to let go of the other one.

I turned and kissed him softly. "I love you so much, Sean."

"Daddy. I love you too."

I rolled off of him, but pulled him with me. I kept him tucked tightly in
my arms never wanting to release him. He hugged just as tightly enjoying
the security and the embrace of lovers.

"I'm so glad you're not mad, Daddy." He finally spoke as he tilted
his head up and our eyes locked.

"I could never be mad at you, Sean. I love you."

"Are you made at Coach Blevins?" My little boy returned and his eyes
rounded with fear.

"Shhh, it's nothing we have to talk about right now." I kissed his
forehead.

"Please, don't be mad, Daddy." He begged and the name made my cock
twitch. Fuck, already?

"Okay, baby. I'm not mad." I lied and pulled the blanket up around us
needing a post-fuck nap before dinner.

"Oh, thank goodness." He snuggled closer and put his leg over mine
under the covers. "I really want to get fucked by both of you at the
same time."

What the fuck?

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