Incest gay stories: Two Boys and their Dad – Chap 3
There was a tangible energy in air as Jake came into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Mike was already sat on his bed, he looked tired after a long day at work, but also eager for what was about to follow with his oldest son.
Jake was nervous again, his body temperature continued to rise, and he felt damp and uncomfortable in all the right places. He stood by the door for longer than he needed to, as if he were waiting for instructions from his father. It was strange, Mike wasn’t usually the authoritarian type of dad – he treated his boys with a degree of respect and equality not usual for men of his generation. Yet in this situation, everything in Jake’s hunky young body told him to submit completely to his senior.
“Come and join me here, son” said Mike with an inviting smile on his face. He looked calm, like he’d done this before – which indeed he had.
Jake sat down next to his father on the double bed in the middle of the room. Mike could tell his son was nervous, but he wanted his other son to join his Man Club so badly. He loved playing with his youngest boy, Cody, but the thought of having them both drove him insane.
“So…” started Jake, looking around his father but not making direct contact at this point.
Mike placed one large, muscular arm around his boy’s shoulders, and with his other hand started lightly tugging at Jake’s shirt.
“A rule of Man Club… boys don’t wear shirts in the house.” Mike said through an ever widening grin.
“What?”
“Yeah, a rule I came up with for your brother a while ago. Boys of Men Club have to be shirtless in the house because daddy likes to have something to look at” said Mike, still lightly pulling at his son’s t-shirt.
“Oh… I did wonder why Cody was so opposed to getting dressed. I just assumed he was a closet naturist or something” Jake laughed. He took a moment to process the “rule” before standing up to remove his shirt in front of his father.
Jake grabbed the shirt from the small of his neck, pulling it over his head. As the shirt slowly moved up, his beautifully smooth skin was unveiled. Mike felt a twitch in his pants as the fabric passed over his boy’s firm chest and dragged against his cute nipples. Jake had no reservations about appearing half-naked before his father. It wasn’t unusual for him to walk about the house in a state of undress. The fact that now that was compulsory excited him.
“Damn, son. Spin around a little for me. Yeah that’s a nice body, boy. Very nice. The perfect boy body for daddy to destroy” Mike smirked at his boy as he performed for him. “Drop the shorts” Mike ordered.
Jake slowly tugged down his basketball shorts and kicked them aside, leaving him standing in the middle of his room in nothing but his cute little briefs. Following his dad’s orders like this, being on display for his maker, turned Jake on like he’d never been turned on before. His 7 inch, uncut, perfectly smooth cock started to stiffen in his grey underwear. He moved his hand over his crotch to hide his embarrassment before he was interrupted by his father.
“Ah, ah. Don’t cover it up” ordered Mike. He took a considerable amount of time to sit there and just look at his son. His first born child, the child he’d created with his wife one beautiful summer’s afternoon. He remembered Jake’s conception quite well. He was staying at a lake cabin with the boys’ mother, Claire, and they had both received major promotions at their respective places of work that week. After a bottle of disappointing champagne, they had the most passionate sex imaginable. In fact, Mike says he remembers Jake’s conception well, but that isn’t strictly true. He and Claire were consistently fucking for at least 5 hours. Any one of the many times he filled her pussy up could have been the time that would create this perfect specimen that stood before him right now.
Mike closely examined his boy, like a tourist studying the David. He knew every contour of Cody’s body. Every single spot that gave him pleasure or pain. He knew his son’s body significantly better than he knew his own. Mike couldn’t wait to learn the same of his oldest. Mike’s boys were his prized processions, and was fascinated by them accordingly.
After a while, Mike started to unbutton his shirt, causing Jake’s face to light up. He sat down beside his dad again to assist him in getting undressed. Mike worked the bottom buttons while Jake attended to the top. With every stiff plastic circle that was freed, more and more of his father’s chest – the epitome of classic masculinity – was revealed to him. He had fine grey hairs all over his chest, and in a trail down to his abs. His chest was large and formed, and obviously the part of his body Mike trained the most.
After all the buttons were undone, Jake pulled back the stiff cotton from his father’s back. Mike ran his hand over his exposed chest, feeling the air against his skin for the first time since he dressed for work early that morning. Mike placed his arm back around his boy’s bare shoulders.
“That’s better, huh? Us real men need to feel the air on our backs, right? Let our muscles breathe” said Mike as he playfully shook his boy in his arm.
“Yeah dad. This feels nice.”
Feeling his boy’s naked skin against his own made Mike rock hard. His black suit pants hid the extent of his 8 inch erection, but it was definitely there. It was time to move things along.
“Have you ever sucked a dick before, son?” asked Mike without a shadow of judgment.
“No.” replied Jake.
Mike smiled. He stood up where Jake was positioned a moment ago, giving Jake the opportunity to study his dad as he had done to him. His skin was so beautiful, tough but soft. It was a different shade to his sons’, but maybe that was just an age thing. His chest was so defined, Jake just wanted to plant his head in the middle and never leave. Mike undid his belt, leaving it to dangle around his waist.
“Come here, boy” said Mike. His son obeyed immediately, standing as close as possible to his dad without actually touching him. Mike placed his big hands on Jake shoulders, stiffening both of their cocks simultaneously. After a warm embrace, Mike pushed down on Jake’s shoulders, encouraging him onto his knees in front of his crotch.
Jake could feel his heart in his mouth. His dad’s cock, the cock that both he and his brother shot out of, once upon a time, was centimetres away from his face, blocked only by the fabric of his dad’s suit pants and underwear.
Mike put a hand on the back of his son’s head, pushing it lightly into his crotch. Jake eagerly pressed his face against his dad’s dick through this pants. He licked at fly and then kissed his dad’s navel. His dads scent came through strongly after spending the whole day developing down there. It smelled musky and warm, but it was alluring, not revolting. It was like a pheromone, it smelled of sexual energy but also protection and comfort at the same time.
“That’s it son, you’re a natural” said Mike, pleased with how intuitively his boy got him ready.
“Two words pop: internet, porn”. Jake replied with a cheeky grin.
Mike couldn’t take any more – after that remark he had the image of his first born son jerking off furiously to gay porn in his head, and it was going to make him blow. He unzipped the fly of his pants and let them fall to the floor. Jake quickly nuzzled his face into the free swinging bulge in his dad’s boxers. Mike was surprised by how quickly Jake was getting into this, but he wasn’t about to complain.
“You ready to suck you dad’s cock, son? Ready to use to mouth to please your daddy?”
“Yes dad” said Jake with one hand on his dad’s waist, the other slowly rubbing the throbbing bulge in his own underwear.
Mike slowly pulled down his boxers from the elastic waistband. His huge, rock hard dick flopped right into Jake’s face as it was freed from its confines. Jake looked at his dad’s solid cock as it was right in his face. He could feel the heat radiating from it and, almost like hypnosis, compelled him to suck it. And it was a compulsion. Jake didn’t just want to suck his dad, he had to.
Jake opened his mouth, Mike grabbed the base of his dick with one hand, and cupped his son’s soft jaw with the other. Jake closed his eyes, and Mike slowly fed his little boy more and more of his cock.
“Is that ok, son?” asked Mike. Jake mumbled a reply saying he was alright. Mike constantly offered encouragement and warnings to relax his throat as more and more of his dick when down.
Jakes eyes began to water as he consumed more and more of his dad’s body.
After some negotiation with Jake’s gag reflex, Mike had managed to get a good portion of his cock down his boy’s throat. Jake knelt still, scared to move. Mike looked down at his son with a face full of his dick.
Somehow it just felt right for his boy to be on his cock like this. Mike felt dads often get a bad deal when it comes to bonding with children. Mothers carry the kids, they birth them, they feed them from their boobs. A child’s relationship with their mother is so much more physical than with their dads. But Mike and his boys had this. Cody had been feeding from his dad for years. He’d say “daddy I’m hungry” and Mike would lie his boy on his back on a bed or table, then face fuck him until he came right down his boy’s neck. Cody loved the taste of cum and would swallow every drop, like milk. Mike loved it because of how connected he felt with his son, and he was so happy to be sharing that with his other son now.
“Alright, time to start blowing me Jake” said Mike.
Jake slowly backed away, allowing his father’s cock to move out of his throat. As soon as it was out however, he was straight back on it, as he started giving his dad a blow job like an internet porn star. He made sure to get plenty of spit on his dad’s shaft to act a lube.
Mike’s head fell back, he looked to the celling as his little boy blew him like an expert. He rubbed his body, heightening the immense sexual pleasure he was already feeling. Jake continued to rub himself through his underwear and his head rocked back and forth off his father’s powerful cock.
“Oh fuck, son! I’m going to cum any second! Get ready to drink daddy’s milk, ok?” said Mike in an exaggerated paternal tone which somehow didn’t seem weird here.
Jake gargled an acknowledgment as he continued to suck his dad as if in a trance. His hands roamed about his dad’s abs as Mike grabbed his boy’s head firmly. Mike gripped his son like a football, holding his head in place as he fucked his mouth with a few epic thrusts.
“Here it comes, boy! FUUUCK!” screamed Mike as several giant, thick, hot wads of virile, masculine cum erupted from Mike’s cock and coated his son’s waiting throat.
Mike made sure every drop was out before removing his still twitching dick from Jake’s mouth. Jake looked his dad in the eye and took a big, definitive swallow as his dad’s juices went down into his tummy. Miked helped his son to his feet and the embraced.
Mike noticed a spot of his cum on his boy’s mouth and wiped it away with his thumb, looking his boy longingly in the eyes.
“Did you enjoy that my boy?” asked Mike.
“It was fucking awesome dad. I wanna go again!” replied an eager Jake as he started to rub himself through his underwear once more.
“Oh we’re not done yet son. Now we’ve opened up your throat, it’s time to get to work on that ass of yours.”
Jake looked nervous. Giving a blow job is one thing, but anal, already?
Mike fell down on the bed and pulled Jake down with him.
“Cody!” Mike shouted at the door.
“Yeah pop?” replied Mike’s youngest son’s voice.
“Get in here will you? And bring the toy box!”