Daddy Issues

Note -- this story is about gay incest, it also contains some derogatory language, reader discretion is advised.

Note -- thanks to JohnMurray and Don Elliott for editing and input.

I'm Dan, 37, with shaggy, dirty blonde hair, blue/grey eyes, 5'8", and 120lbs. I have two sons, Alan and Bill.

Alan is 19, 6', with shoulder-length brown hair and deep blue eyes. He is the sporty one and got to college on a soccer scholarship.

Bill is 18, 6'2", body builder type with a blond crew cut and grey eyes. He says he's going to be a marine.

If you believe that.

I suspect he's going for the WWE with all that posing he does.

Or Onlyfans knowing my luck.

Their mom and I had split 10 years ago, and for a few years, I got to see them on alternate weekends and for a week or so over the holidays. Then they hit their teens and became more interested in girls, sports, games, and hanging out with their mates.

It hurt, but I didn't want to risk damaging my relationship with them by demanding to see them when they'd literally rather be anywhere else. I haven't dated much since the split, didn't feel like 'getting back out there'.

The dating landscape had changed so much as to be completely unrecognisable.

Not to mention scary.

I swam a couple of times a week and did Pilates to try to fend off the 'dad bod'. I avoided as much social engagement as I could, apart from the local bar on quiet nights.

My ex got most of the mutual friends in the split, and the few I had drifted away since I didn't really put the effort in.

It was spring break, and I had decided that I would rent an apartment in Florida and take the boys with me.

Out of character, you say?

Definitely.

But I felt like I needed a break from my routine, and this way, I got to make sure the boys didn't get too wild.

Plus, it was my first opportunity to spend some quality time with them in years. Maybe I could start to get to know them as individuals rather than the children they used to be.

A fresh start, a clean slate and a new beginning, hopefully without baggage.

And maybe, just maybe, I thought that some college girls might be looking for an older man to 'work out some daddy issues'...

Why would two college boys want their dad tagging along when they would be on a week-long blowout? Free place to stay, free food, free drink and a safe haven in case they had a fight with their mates.

Their only stipulations were that I didn't come with them when they went out, and the place had to have a pool and ideally be by the beach.

No problem.

The problem was the apartment was tiny and only had one real bedroom. The second room was a small office with a single camp bed shoehorned.

The boys looked at me accusingly. I smiled and shrugged. "What did you expect? Something off of MTV?"

Bill rolled his eyes, folded his muscular arms across his big chest, flexing in evident frustration, staring at the ceiling.

Al scowled and said, "Uh, Dad! You're so old!"

"Look, it's simple." I said, still smiling, "Every night before you two hit the town, we'll play cards. Winner gets the biggest room for the night, and the loser gets the couch." Al and Bill exchanged wary glances. "And..." I added, rummaging in a bag, "If anyone doesn't stick to their assigned room or fails to do their chores, they have to wear this!" I said, and with a flourish, I pulled a skimpy French maid uniform out of the bag.

Both of them stared open-mouthed in horror.

"In addition, they have to do all the cooking and cleaning chores for the day regardless of rota."

"On one condition," Al said, looking from me to Bill and back.

"Which is?" I replied.

"No pics or videos to be taken while we're here," Al said.

"Fine." huffed Bill.

"Suits me," I said nonchalantly.

That ended the discussion on the apartment and sleeping arrangements.

With the unexpected bonus of no photographic or video evidence of the drunken idiocy that was bound to happen at some point.

We all unpacked in the main bedroom and headed to the shops to stock up on food and drink. Despite only staying for 5 days, we somehow needed 10 bottles of vodka, 10 bottles of tequila, 20 bottles of wine and 4 crates of beer.

We returned and loaded the kitchen, then stuck a cleaning and chore rota to the fridge, just like back in college.

That being done, I fried some steaks, and we opened some bottles so they could 'pre-game'.

They headed out at 11pm to sample the nightlife before they hit the beaches tomorrow when spring break officially started.

Having drank a little too much wine I took the master bedroom, assuming they would be too drunk to care where they slept the first night.

Even at night, it was hot and humid; the windows were open, but the air was still. I slept nude on top of the covers, figuring out the A/C could wait for the morning.

At some point, the boys returned, stumbling around, clattering into things until they made it to the couch. A heavy thud indicated one of them had found his bed for the night. The other threw a blanket over him before leaving the sick bucket next to his head, along with a bottle of water.

Bill then drunkenly swayed his way to the master bedroom. I could see his face in the darkness before I wrapped a pillow around my head to block out the noise and turned on my side, facing away from him.

I heard him stumbling around, getting undressed in an unfamiliar environment, muttering to himself as he lay down next to me.

Also nude.

The additional body warmth didn't bother me.

His muscular arm wrapped around my chest and pulled me closer. It felt weird. I was used to being the 'big spoon', not the 'little spoon'. This was an unfamiliar, vulnerable, yet strangely comforting, strangely exciting, confusing, sweaty place to be.

My 18-year-old wrestler son dwarfed me. It should've felt alarming, being wrapped in his tight embrace. Instead, it felt like being snuggled in a powerful, thick blanket of hot, sweaty, stinky, sexy muscle.

The feeling of being helpless, smothered, of feeling overpowered and effortlessly dominated was strangely arousing.

I couldn't help myself as I wriggled against him, pushing back into him more, pulling his arms around me even tighter.

I sighed contentedly as I felt his soft, thick cock nestle between my ass cheeks.

Somehow it felt right...

Like it belonged there...

My own thin 3.5" hairless prick and grape-sized balls tingled with the taboo of forbidden, perverse excitement.

I assumed he had gone back to sleep, and we lay like that for a little while, butterflies fluttering in my gut until I began to feel his cock twitch. He started to move again, rubbing his soft cock against my ass, sending sparks of pleasure erupting through me every time he brushed against my hole. His hand now gently stroking my lower back and thighs, making me shiver and sigh involuntarily like he was trying to get comfortable or comfort me. At the same time, his arm around me tightened, forcing my head back and exposing my neck. He moved his head so that his heavy breathing was tickling my ear, his lips brushing against me.

Before I had been happy, I had cocooned myself in my son's hot, hard, sweaty, stinky, sexy muscles like a little femme kitten, purring away happily.

Now his lips were at my neck, the arm wrapped around my chest had moved to my pecs, his fingers teasing my increasingly aroused nipple.

My already hard prick was now painfully erect and aching!

I heard myself moan quietly, in a way I had only ever heard girls moan before - that soft, sexy moan that could only mean one thing...

Don't stop! Please don't stop!!

Shocked at my reaction to what my son was doing to me, I pushed him off me and onto his back.

"Woah..." I breathed, catching sight of his still mostly soft cock. It had to be at least six inches long and mouth-wateringly thick. His shaved balls looked like duck eggs.

I had been about to shout at him, but the sight of this perfect specimen made the anger die in my throat.

Until that moment, I'd never thought a cock could be beautiful.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears and a wave of heat rushed through me. With an audible gulp, I managed to tear my fascinated gaze away from my son's endowment, although I couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at his chiselled perfection for a while longer.

Bill stirred in his sleep, one hand briefly scratching his balls as if inviting me to lap at them before he settled down again. It was enough to break the spell, and I moved to the edge of the bed and lay on my front, my head facing away from him, away from temptation.

It didn't take long until I felt the bed moving. Bill was once again at my side, his hands moving with surprising gentleness on my back.

At first, I froze, my muscles tense, holding my breath. But as he began to caress me, I felt the tension easing, despite being naked, massaged by my equally naked son. I felt my body start to relax, my breathing getting deeper, involuntary groans escaping as he worked out some long-forgotten knots.

He worked his way down my back and then, sensing that my initial resistance had faded, started on my legs, first one, then the other from my toes to the very tops of my thighs.

Those butterflies were back and stronger than ever as Bill demonstrated his skill and strength. It felt exciting to be massaged completely naked by someone who was also naked. I had to lift my hips a little to re-arrange my prick, which had mysteriously come to life again.

Bill took that as a sign and ran his hands up the back of my thighs, his thumbs between my legs, subtly spreading them wider, then cupping and kneading my ass cheeks, causing me to inhale sharply.

This didn't deter him, he continued to caress and massage my most intimate, most private place. I felt myself resistance fading as my body began responding to his touch, groaning in tormented, forbidden incestuous lust, raising my hips a little and spreading my legs wider.

My ass was now pushing back seemingly with a mind of its own.

Bill got bolder, his fingers now delicately touching my hole, teasing me with flirty, feather-light touches. I couldn't help but coo and murmur encouragement.

I felt his weight shift as he moved around behind me. I didn't dare open my eyes for fear of breaking the spell I was falling under.

My slim 3.5" prick was now drooling pre-cum onto the sheets in thin, delicate strands as I mewled helplessly under my son's ministrations.

I didn't have to wait long before he was back again, this time much lower, his arms hooked around my thighs, his hands on my wanting ass again.

This time he raised my ass up, arching my back. My ass was sticking up and out like it was being served on a platter.

I was so turned on I could hardly breathe. I could feel his hot breath on my sweat-slicked skin, making me purr and shiver in delicious, forbidden anticipation.

"So pretty..." Bill murmured, and I blushed deeply, my prick now painfully, achingly hard, harder than it had ever been in my life!

Then I felt his lips, his soft, warm, moist, full lips against my ass hole, dominating it, owning it. I groaned my submission to him as I clawed and bit at the sheets as shot my load all over the bed. Bill held me in place easily as I shook and spurted cum, crying incoherently.

"Ooohhh!!!"

It felt like that feeling of his lips against mine had flipped a switch, and the centre of my sexuality shifted from my prick to my newborn ass pussy.

"Mmmm!"

Then he started to eat my ass like a man possessed!

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Fuck!" I breathed when I finally found my voice.

Miraculously, my prick was still erect and bouncing even after shooting my load. I felt Bill grinning in triumph against my ass cheeks when I moaned, "Fuck!"

"Don't stop, baby boy. Your tongue feels so good!"

"Oh God! Oh God! Keep eating daddy's hole, baby!"

"Don't stop! Don't stop!! Don't stop!!!"

Bill pulled away briefly, leaving me panting open-mouthed. It took a couple of seconds to realise he had stopped licking and kissing my ass. For the first time since this had started, I opened my eyes and looked back at him with a heavy-lidded 'FUCK ME' stare.

He held my gaze for a few seconds, seeming to savour his dominance and my submission, before he licked his lips and put his mouth back on my wet, puffy, slutty hole.

He pushed his tongue INTO me and sucked at my ass lips at the same time.

"Uuuhh!!!" I grunted deep!

I came again!!

My eyes rolled back in my head, my mouth hung open in a silent scream of mind-blowing orgasmic torture, tongue out drooling as he tongue fucked me into a complete mindless pussy boi cock craving whore!

"Oh fuck me! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!"

My hips were shaking, pushing back onto him as best I could to increase the incredible intensity of the sensations! Bill kept me firmly in place with contemptuous ease. The occasional smack making me yelp and spurt yet more pre-cum onto the already soaking sheets.

I could feel my orgasm beginning to build again, that electric pleasure sparking through my body in increasingly painful jolts when he stopped.

My eyes flew open, and I gasped in shock!

Bill moved again, this time pulling me up onto my hands and knees, before sliding his body up mine until I felt his cock, hard as steel, hot as the sun, seemingly wide as a baseball ball to my virgin ass pussy.

I shuddered in anticipation as I felt it slide up and down my spit-soaked ass crack, briefly teasing, before it found its destination, and he pressed the tip of his cock against my virgin ass pussy.

Bill lay on top of me, one arm around my neck, the other around my forehead in some weird sleeper hold, his lips next to my ear.

"Are you ready?" He teased, nudging his cock against my wet and horny hole.

"Yes." I hissed.

"Yes, what?" he teased, moving his cock away, making me moan in frustration as that hot, heavy pressure, that effortless domination, that feeling of being owned, of being possessed, was taken away.

"Please..." I whined as he continued to tease my virgin ass pussy.

I hung my head (as much as I was able to in Bill's firm grip) and pushed my ass out as far as I could. I could feel a deep blush rising from my gut, feel those sharp, painful jolts of electric humiliation and anticipation as I whispered, "Yes... please fuck me... please... please breed me. I want to feel the cock that I created cum inside me..."

Bill made me wait another second or two... yet more torturous anticipation... tension building...

"Make daddy your little cockslut baby..." I begged.

Humiliation flowing through me as freely as the pre-cum ran from my prick.

"Fuck my ass, son..."

My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve feeling like it had 40,000 volts thrumming through me.

"Take my manhood baby... please... please son... fuck daddy's faggot ass pussy please..."

And then I felt it, his cock pushing into me, splitting me open, breaking me apart. I came again, wordlessly, helplessly shuddering involuntarily as every one of his thick, powerful, perfect nine inches sank home smoothly. The foreplay was finally over, and Bill started to fuck my ass pussy slow and deep, making my toes curl and making me squeal like a virgin cock whore every time he bottomed out and ground his cock in me.

It felt like his cock was so deep it was going to impale my heart and come bursting through my chest!

As my ass muscles stretched to accept their new master Bill began to pick up the pace until he was slamming his cock all the way home with a wet slapping sound. My natural ass pussy slime coated his cock, drooling down my legs and dripping from his balls as they smacked into my own.

My son made me cum over and over, I couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and another began!

I was on the verge of passing out when I felt his cock get impossibly harder, and with five more brain-shaking thrusts, Bill tightened his grip around my throat and bit my shoulder hard as he came! He literally flooding my guts with his pent-up cum, so much so that it oozed out and mixed with my ass pussy cream, coating my balls and legs with yet more goo.

He collapsed on top of me, loosening his grip and pinning me under him just before I blacked out.

We both fell asleep like that.

His cock still hard, still deep inside of me.

When I awoke, Bill was still on top of me, his cock still where it belonged, up my ass.

I squeezed my battered ass muscles around his cock, grinning as I felt my muscles milking it, sucking it deeper, caressing it, loving it.

"Mmmm!" I could get used to this!

Loving my son's fucking fat nine-inch cock up my ass, I started to roll my hips and gently fuck myself on it, moaning in unexpected delight as the mixture of his potent cum and my ass pussy cream created a new sensation in addition to the addictive feeling of his cock being inside me!

I managed to lift myself up a little on shaking arms in order to be able to get a better rhythm, a little more movement, to add as much depth as I could, to be able to feel an inch or two more as I worked my ass on his cock, blissfully fucking myself on my new master's cock.

Bill groaned as he shot his first load of the day inside his dad's new slutty ass pussy.

"MMmmmnnnn!!" I moaned, feeling an indescribable glow of satisfaction that I had made my son, my new master cum.

My own pathetic, slim prick was back up to its 3.5" erection, but I knew now that it was just a clit that spurted fag juice, and the only thing my fag juice was good for was drinking or lube for a superior cock to fuck me.

Bill rolled off me onto his back, still half asleep and in my new cock whore, cumslut state, I ogled his muscular frame shamelessly! Unable to help myself, I worshipped my son's body, my new master's body!

I licked his sweaty, stinky armpits until I could feel the mix of his sexy, sweat-stink and my pussy boi spit on my lips, coating them like a thick, shiny lip gloss.

I kissed and sucked on his titties until they were as hard as my prick and almost as long and thick!

Fuck they were juicy!

Bill was moaning as I sucked on his tits, and I felt his huge hands on the top of my head pushing me down.

His cock was hard again, thoroughly coated in his cum and my ass pussy slime. I took a deep breath and almost came from the smell of raw, animalistic sex mixed with the delicate scent of deflowered ass pussy!

I offered a silent prayer of thanks for teenage recovery time as I licked and sucked his balls clean whilst I cooed and stroked his cock, adoring its thickness, weight and warmth.

"Get your mouth on my cock, daddy fag." Bill growled, and I blushed deep with more humiliating submission as I opened wide, closed my eyes and sucked on my 18-year-old son's cock.

The taste and thickness made both my eyes and mouth water!

I stroked his shaft with one hand while I fondled his balls with the other as I sucked, licked and kissed the 4" or so I was able to fit in my virgin mouth.

Bill had his hands behind his head, watching me suck his cock with a very sexy, self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face. He tapped my forehead and said, "Open your eyes, daddy slut. I want to watch your face when I cum in your mouth."

I nearly shot my load when we made eye contact, and I had never felt so submissive, so sexy, so degraded, so slutty, so complete!

I sucked and licked more passionately, staring into my son's eyes while I sucked his cock, my very first blowjob, already secure in the knowledge it wouldn't be my last!

I felt his duck egg-sized balls tensing and his cock getting harder than I thought possible when I had an idea...

I pulled my mouth off his cock with a loud, wet slurping noise, loving the ropes of spit that still connected my mouth with his majestic cock. Then I lapped at the underside of the head up to the pee hole up and down, drooling lots of spit, smiling up at him and jerked his cock with both hands, sometimes using a twisting motion, then back to a tight grip and fast jerk. Bill threw his head back and howled as he came!