DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% a work of fiction. It depicts sexual
activity between related teenager and adult. If you are offended and this is not your cup of tea, please stop reading!

I’m just trying out a couple of short stories under different genres and tastes. Hopefully you like this one. Enjoy.

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Christian: A divorced 36-year-old French-German model living in the USA. His most notable feature is his blue-brown heterochromia, and thick ebony hair. 6’3″ fair-skinned, muscular with a thick 12″ cock, likes his body smooth unless his contract requires body hair. Feeling like he might be getting too old as a model, he ventured to other careers like acting and singing. A mishap with the final stunt fractured his arm and bruised his body. Now he is being treated by a nurse he knows all-too-well.

Corey: Christian’s curious 18-year-old son from an ex-girlfriend. He’s a Daddy’s Boy who loves spending time with his dad. Being his father’s “mini me” was something he takes pride in, and hopes that he shares the same hair as his dad instead of the bright red hair he got from his mom. Though he knows his mother, he doesn’t like her because she is mean to his dad and she barely acknowledges his existence.

Jose: Christian’s 26-year-old private nurse who is helping him with his recovery. He is a youthful 5’2″ Asian twink with a 7″ cock. Christian and him knew each other after joining a Dad-Son-Lovers forum. They found solace in each other as they role-play as the other’s ideal lovers. For Jose it is his father and Christian his son.

Christian:

Meeting Jose was something sort of a miracle. Although we are not each other’s type. We both carry torches for people we shouldn’t ever consider. He is completely in-love with his father who annulled his marriage with his mother, and I am with my young son.

Unlike Jose, my son and I, are much more physically closer, we even had a jerk-off session so I could “teach” how to stroke his cocklet when he was 11. Now my son and I would share a jerk-off session once in a while. All that time I would be ogling subtly, trying to memorize every strand of pubes of his exposed cock, his favorite strokes, and the changes in his expression as he cums.

For years I dreamed of my son just pushing me back on the couch and using his cock to show me how much of a man he has become. Such scenes play in my mind, especially with him bringing over boys and girls, taking them to his room. While I would be moving to the garage or outside just to distract myself from feeling jealous of the people who are with him.

Jose is similar in a way with me since he could only talk to his Dad and say “I love you” platonically. And right now we are living each other’s fantasy while we are alone, distracting ourselves from the turmoil of our twisted love.

Jose grabs my hips, as he fucks me while we are face to face in a missionary position. One of the few positions less staining to my arm, but it was something we avoided, because it’s hard to pretend when we are face to face.

“Fuck! Pops, your ass is so tight.” Jose said, face flushed eyes unfocused, probably imagining his father instead of me as he fucked my ass hard. Sweat pours down his tanned chest, abdomen, and down to his cum gutters. His sweaty swinging balls slapping against my ass, clapping with the rhythm of his fucking.

Although Jose is a beautiful man, I close my eyes once in a while, imagining my son, “Go harder Corey! Fuck me! Breed me, baby!” I screamed as Jose pummels my ass, and with my injured hand I twist my hard nipples and my other wanking my hard cock.

The wet smacking of his pelvis and my ass reached a crescendo. Then he locked his lips against mine as he and I came, muffling our cries and moans.

We collapsed on top of my bed, physically satisfied but emotionally drained and guilty. Like before, we are avoiding each other’s gaze but this time Jose was helping me with my clothes.

Helping me pull up my pants while I try to put my injured hand through my shirt sleeve, and failing miserably. Jose, finished helping me put my pants on and, and so he ended my misery by smoothly clothing me as he chuckled.

Sitting side by side on the side of my bed, both quiet and thoughtful, we feel comfortable with each other but pretending the other was a different person was still awkward for both of us.

My phone buzzed and Jose passed it to me, an ice-breaker for the tense awkward tension. Quickly opening it as the tension vanished, I read a text from my son, telling him, he’s almost home and “I’m hungry.”

Chuckling at my son’s message, I asked Jose, “Hey man, can you help me fix up Corey a meal? He’s almost home.” He looked back looking a little surprised, “Sure, I thought he’s going to be longer. Blue balls for you again huh?” Jose stood up while talking then helping me up my feet.

It was always both painful and joyous when my son was here. He was starting college soon and he is renting an apartment with his friends, so I miss him a lot. Al though at the same time I was happy that I didn’t have to spend days, being teased by my son who doesn’t like locking or fully closing doors.

Accidentally watching my nude son changing was something I could store in my spank bank, but the sight of him fucking someone else was never easy. So, with the end of the school year, my son would be spending summer with me like when he was in high school.

The crux is Jose and I have been fucking like bunnies, but it would be harder to do with my son around. I could go out and do it with Jose outside, but since I should be recuperating. How will I explain to my son why I have to go out every time I see him after he is done showering, exercising, or fucking someone?

I really don’t want to talk about such stuff, so Jose and I have been deliberating on whether to tell him about our “friends with benefits” status.

Corey:

Coming home to watch my father, the manliest man I know being fucked my his private nurse was surprising. I could not comprehend it, but my shock quickly wore off when I heard him scream my name, over and over again. My Dad was pretending he was being fucked by me.

If someone told me this would happen years ago I would have punched them for lying and finding out my deepest darkest desire. Well, it was inevitable in my opinion. Years of watching my Dad in TV, participating in fashion shows, acting in commercials, and recently acting, it made it not possible to not see him as a sexual figure.

He was a tall, handsome man, with a dangerous glint in his eyes and smile that seduced men and women. My friends’ moms, dad’s and even my friends themselves would become so enamored with him that there were countless times they would flirt with him, regardless of the situation and their own status.

If Adonis was a real person, he would be my dad. And like all others, I fell for him. My attempts however are far more subtle. When I heard a friend talk about the awkward sex talk they had with their dad, I used it so I could see my Dad’s cock. Never would I have thought we would be masturbating together, just let than an inch apart.

The sex talk turned into a series of jerk-off sessions that I try to slyly initiate. It took a lot of effort and courage to be caught wanking in the living room watching straight porn, then bi-porn, and even gay porn. All that just to have Dad sit beside me and watch the movie while jerking-off together.

However, once the sessions started, I had to control myself to not reach out and grab his massive cock, give it a good squeeze and swallow it down my throat. The farthest we got is both of use shirtless, cocks and balls out, with our pants and underwear just halfway down our thighs, and it was just one time. I kept trying but that was pretty much the furthest I got.

For years I trained myself to “only” not lock the door when Dad is at home, just so I could get caught. I am not an exhibitionist, I just want him to see the goods and buy it. However, it was futile, my Dad, never seemed interested. At first he would looked shocked and embarrassed, but after a while he would just smile, give a silly thumbs up, a nod, or an exasperated sigh as he closed the door.

There was just no seducing this man, even when I added fucking others to the mix. I know I was using them most of the time, but I did try at some relationships. Hoping my obsession with my Dad would be overwritten with someone else, I dove straight to relationships with people I liked and didn’t remind me of Dad.

However, it was futile, and after awhile I stopped trying because nobody can replace Dad. He was mature, open-minded, kind, and perfect for me, all that plus he is becoming hotter and hotter. He is in that DILF stage and I can’t stand not having him within reach and out of reach at the same time. So, I picked a distant university.

Then when I thought I could be just his son after months of just phone calls and quick dad-son activities, I get run-over by a massive realization. I was not the only one trying to just be father and son with Dad.

He was into me, and honestly, it took all of my self-control to not just burst through the door, push his nurse and fuck him myself. The tickets for a dad-son summer vacation is out the door, heck I am so ready to shove this to Jose just so there would be no distractions. Just me and Dad though out the summer, both of us becoming more than just family.

Stealthily going out the door and going around the block, I parked at a corner and quickly planned a vacation just for us. I don’t mind using a chunk of my savings, I just need to have Dad for myself. So, after buying a plane ticket and reserving a beautiful but remote mountain cabin, I spent some of my hard earned savings.

Now, with a plan in mind and the now worthless tickets and previous father-son vacation. I drove straight home, whistling a happy tune, scheming on ways to evolve our father-son relationship.

Knocking on the door and opening it with my key I saw Jose, my Dad’s nurse who was fucking my old man just a while ago, “Hey Bro. Nice to see you back.” He shook my hand that transitioned to a half-hug. Dad appeared from the corner smiling, and hugging me with his uninjured arm and kissing the top of my head. “You’re getting bigger kid. Come on, I’m almost done with the sliders.”

My dad carried a plate of sliders and fries while Jose carried the other two plate and I grabbed some beers from the fridge, after Dad said to get some for them. “I know you’ve been drinking, I’m was a teenager once, get one for me and Jose and you can also have one.” He said while putting the final slider in the plate.

Before, Dad could even pick a seat, I helped him and had him sit next to me, then after a little small talk we dug in.

“By the way kid, why are you back so early? I expected you to hang out with your buddies this summer.” My dad asked curiously.

I casually answered, “We have years to party together, plus I found a good part-time work. So I thought you and I can spend a father-son vacation. Oh before that, here Jose.” I passed the tickets I bought to a summer family cruise to Jose before adding, “I won two tickets, but since I’ve already booked a cabin, you can take you dad with you.”

“Huh? Wow this is quite generous.” Jose said, looking a little hesitant to take the tickets. So I pushed them it his hands and smiled, “It’s good man. Dad and I can’t go to both, so think of it as a bonus. You helped Dad a lot, and he’s much better now, so after he removes the cast next week, we can all take a much deserved vacation.”

Bulldozing his words and hesitation, I got him to accept and we all talked about what we did, while I thought of the ways to seduce Dad.

A week passed by, it was bot sluggishly slow and quick. After thanking Jose and sending him off after a quick okay from the Doctor. My Dad and I flew to our mountain paradise vacation, it was in an isolated cabin high up in the mountains in Sagada in the Philippines. It was a small vacation house surrounded by trees, so it was very private. Should I fail, we can go to the falls, explore caves or the national parks and watch the wild life. Take pictures and act like proper tourist.

But failure is not an option, this place is chosen because of the privacy it would offer, just so I can share Dad’s bed.

After the long flight and equally long drive from the plane and up the mountains. I paced the travel time, making sure to stall enough time so I can put my plan into action. At almost the perfect time, we finally reached the cabin, unlocked it with the password sent by the owner. Reaching the place just as dusk paints the sky.

When we passed through the gate, a cozy cabin greeted us. It was a wood and adobe cabin, with a hot tub, and outdoor shower. There was a place where two people can light a fire and sit. All this was nestled between tall trees and small patches of manicured gardens.

After taking a quick look out side, we entered the door, finding an intimate two person furniture set and small kitchenette with a stocked fridge. It was obvious that this was not a place for father and son, but my Dad although confused, took it in stride. Even as he got more befuddled as he entered our shared room with the sole sing size bed in the middle, he only asked, “Are you sure we’re in the right cabin?”

Not another question arose, even after I gave my paper-thin excuse, “It was cheap and the only cabin available. The sights are great so I thought it’s fine to share a bed since we’re cool.” Dad just made an exasperated sigh but didn’t question how we came to this.

Hurrying him I told him, “Dad I heard the stars are beautiful. Let’s get on the hot tub while we stargaze. We can do the other activities tomorrow.” This is where my plan can really fail or succeed. Everything is going right, time for the finisher.

Making sure that we have eaten a quick dinner, I dragged Dad outside. I started the hot tub before turning off the lights. With Just the stars illuminating the clear sky. I stripped to my birthday suit and invited Dad to join me in the hot tub.

“Dad come on. Let’s watch inside the tub.” I said stealing his attention from the beautiful sea of stars in the sky. Just for a moment, I saw Dad’s eyes glaze, and he swallowed as he saw me naked, the cold mountain air making my nipples hard. “It’s cold, let’s go.” I added before entering the tub, while giving him a good view of my ass.

I looked back smiling and found my Dad shakily remove his clothes, the beautiful stars all but forgotten. After a bit of fumbling, my Dad got his bearings and went skinny dipping with me. Then once he was inside, he let out a satisfied sigh as he got comfortable in the tub with me.

“The stars are quite the sight, huh?” I said, not really looking at Dad, but through the water, at his hardening cock. My cock was already hard and full mast, I was no longer caring about the appropriateness of things. Right now I want Dad and that’s it.

So I moved closer to while Dad stares at the star, trying hard to not look my way. Too bad I can’t allow that. My hand moved over his, gently intertwining our fingers. He flinched and I thought Dad would pull away but he didn’t.

Saying a prayer in my heart, I pulled back my hands before entwining our arms and locking our fingers. Dad flinched again but he showed no signs of moving or stopping me. He just sat there, staring at the stars quietly, patiently waiting for my next step.

This time I let the moment sink in, waiting for Dad to relax, and once he is, I pushed our shoulders close, while my foot, slowly but deliberately stroked his. He gasped and sighed but it was not just from surprise, there’s something else that was simmering that made him gasp and sigh.

Dad quietly closed his eyes, and I waited for a change, but soon I realize he was the one waiting for me to make a move. So I slowly let go of his hand, moving in front of him, our hard cocks brushing as brought our bodies closer. I placed my hand on his hip, just above his hipbone. Stroking his iliac furrows, I drew out a stifled moan from his lips. Pressing our bodies closer, Dad’s arms moved to the side of the tub, anchoring him and at the same time me. Wide open and ready even with his closed eyes. I stroke his face with my other hand.

Feeling his plump lips with my thumb and cupping his stubbled jaw with my palm. I drew our face closer, moved closer and closer, until I can feel his warm lips against mine. Just a chaste kiss, as much as I wanted to push, I wanted him to feel not just my lust for him, but the passion, care, and love I had.

Eighteen chaste kisses, for the eighteen years of time we remained “just” father and son. And the nineteenth, I opened his lips, beckoning him with my tongue. I want us to be father and son, but I want so much more.

My hands are now roaming, feeling his muscular back his tight ass, remembering every dimple and bump of flesh. I want to mold him to not just be my father, but also my lover. Pressing our bodies and our lips together, I felt Dad’s lashes flutter, tickling my face, and his lips move, locking against mine.

Then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and his other hand stroking our hard cocks together. Our sensitive glans are rubbing hard, and soon both of us came. Dad holding the back of my head our lips pressed hard, our cum spewing cocks beating with each other as they deposited their creamy load in the hot water.

“This is not the vacation I was expecting, but is so much better.” Dad said while wrapping his arms around me and his legs crossed behind my ass. Our cocks may have just ejaculated but they were still hard and ready.

He nibbled on my earlobe and licked the shell of my ear, his warm breath ticking the side of my face, my cock bouncing against his as he kissed the side of my face.

I said while rubbing his muscled ass, “I wanted to do this since I was young. Good thing I hear you screaming my name while Jose railed your ass, or I would have never had the courage–” Dad suddenly freezing almost pulled back when he heard me.

Noticing Dad’s reacting I pulled him closer licking his shoulder and said, “I don’t care–well I do, but I am still thankful because I’ve been trying to make you take the first step.” Rubbing the curve of his back and feeling the dimples above the curve of his ass. I added, “I thought tried every porn cliche known to man, but you are as steadfast and devoted to staying my father I would have never realized we feel the same way if I didn’t hear that.” I said pulling back and looking at Dad’s face, locking his gaze with mine.

Raising both my hands rubbing his chest pinching his nipples then traveling up his face. I cupped his sexy jaw and said, “I love you Dad. So, I’m sorry but I want to be the only one.” Kissing his lips and his blinking teary eyes.

“Me too, Cory. I love you more than just a son.” Dad said embracing me and kissing me deep.

A few moments later I pushed Dad at the edge of the tub whispering to his ear, “I want to make love to our hole, Daddy. I want to fill you up.” He smiled grabbing the edge of the tub,stretching his legs wide, giving me easy access to his pink hole, surrounded by a ring of dark hair.

“All yours Baby. Daddy is all yours.” Dad said, his pink hole throbbing luring me to eat it.

I grabbed his hard pole languidly stroking it, while my face moved towards his taint. Licking his clean soft skin, my tongue traveled down, licking and nibbling the taut skin. Finally my tongue reach its quarry, Dad’s asspussy.

Sucking and licking his throbbing hole, Dad’s knuckles strained as I ate his hole. The cool wind leaving goosebumps on his skin and making his nipples hard and his hole clamp hard on my tongue. So, I took it upon myself to warm his body, licking and sucking on both his hard nipples.

I nibbled, pulled, and twisted them until they were pink and swollen. Dad’s face was flushed along with his neck and wide muscular pecs. Warming every dip and bump of his abs with my lips and tongue, rubbing the goosebumps out of his smooth skin, I trailed further down towards where I came from.

But first, I tasted his hard lollipop, the pink mushroom head surrounded by his uncut foreskin. Drops of water dotted his shaft but a beautiful pearl of precum beaded at the tip of his cock. Licking it, I tasted the sweet salty juice of my Dad, it just made me hungrier.

So I swallowed his bulging cockhead and long shaft, I went down smoothly, swallowing his pole like an expert sword swallower. Stopping when all that daddy dick is down my throat.

“Fuck son!” Dad cried pushing my head further down his crotch. Needing to hear more of his moans and screams, I pushed a digit inside his pussy. I pushed it deep until I was pressing against his prostate. He screamed, but there are nobody else but us here. Only the stars, trees and night are the witness of our forbidden love making.

Fingering his hole while sucking his cock and balls, I made Dad scream loud, nothing else matters. “Whose hole is this? Tell me Dad, whose?” I asked commanding an answer from him as I stretched his hungry hole.

“You Corey! My hole is yours. My everything is yours! No one else.” Dad screamed at the top of his lungs, but nobody else but us and the trees heard. But it was enough, he is mine and no one else.

“Good. Don’t let anybody else have your hole. This is my pussy.” I said while pushing my cock inside. Slapping his fat muscled ass to make him scream some more, and make his hole grab my cock harder.

Dad screaming, almost deliriously holding on to me, “Yes baby! Yours!”

I added needing more from him, “This cock? These balls? Whose are they?” Pulling on his cock, hard and demanding. Dad screamed again, “Yours Corey! I’m all yours.” Satisfied with Dad’s words. I began pistoning my cock in and out of Dad’s hole.

Screaming loud, I kept slapping his ass while fucking his vice grip of a hole. His pecs like women’s tits bounce along with his hard cock. With every thrust of my hips he bounced like a bitch in heat, hungrily grinding his hungry asspussy against my pelvis.

After minutes, maybe half an hour of punching his prostate with my cock, I felt his insides writhe and squeeze. He came and cum splatted both of us. With my finger we shared his cum until we are both clean and soon I came.

Hot cum flowed inside his asspussy then Dad said, “I need a taste.” And I quickly pulled out, a bit of cum leaking out from his pussy, then I shoved my cum covered cock down his hungry mouth. He sucked and licked my cock, coaxing all the cum in my balls, and soon I was done and we both entered the hot tub.

“I don’t think we have much going out to do.” Dad said laughing while I cradled his body inside the tub. My soft cock between his firm cheeks, I embraced his larger frame replying, “Yup. Let’s just take pictures before we leave.”

We spent majority of the night in the tub or in the bonfire, enjoying the fresh mountain air holding each other, before we retired to our room. Where we lay nude in the bed wrapped around each other, enjoying every second until we fell asleep like lovers.

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