Genesis

Chapter One

“Hey, Daddy, you can fuck me raw dog for $20.”  Said the skinny, unhygienic looking light skinned young man who approached my driver’s side car window.

“No thank you.”  I cringed.  I wasn’t certain which offended me more, his odor or his audacity. 

“How about I suck your dick for five dollars; I’ll drink your cum.”

“Get the fuck away from my car!”  I said sternly, fighting every urge to take my Glock out of the glove compartment and put him out of his misery. 

My heart nearly broke in two as I saw him scramble down the block in search of a John desperate enough to pay him for sex.  In ten years, the quality of male prostitutes in the city had diminished considerably.  Every now and then I ran into one who wasn’t strung out and gave a damn about his appearance. 

Ten years ago, I had the luxury of encountering the crème de la crème of male prostitutes. His name was Khom.   Khom would have been insulted at the thought of fucking anyone for 20 bucks.  His beauty and sexual expertise were so top tier, I fell in love with him, and to my delight, he fell in love with me.  The only problem was the complicated and taboo relationship that I had with my oldest son, Maceo. 

Maceo is dead. Has been dead for ten years.  His twenty -seventh birthday was just a week ago.  For the past ten years I have gone back and forth between blaming myself and blaming Khom for my son’s demise. 

“Are you looking for some action?”

I could not believe what I was seeing. It had been a long time since I had seen someone so pristine on this side of town.  He was bald, his body was lean and ripped, his skin was the color of expensive caramel candy and he had the most sensuous pair of lips I had seen on a young man since my Maceo.

“What is your price?”

“$200 you can fuck me, but I don’t do raw sex. I will suck your dick for an extra $100, but even that has to be with a condom.”

“Wow, your prices are pretty steep.” I teased, knowing I would have given him a grand or more to fuck him.

“I am worth every penny.” He smiled. 

 Thank God, he had all of his teeth and they were clean.

“I bet you are. Yes, I would love to have you for an hour or two; get in.” I said unlocking the passenger side door on my Tesla

“Nice ride.” He said getting into my car. 

The aroma of Yves St. Laurent cologne caressed my nostrils.  I almost shed a tear. Yves St. Laurent had been Khom’s fragrance of choice. 

“My name is Jaxon.” He offered.

“Jaxon, that’s a nice name. I am Myron. Myron Chambers.”

“Well, Myron Chambers, where do you want to do it?”

“The Meherrin River fishing bank is where we will have the most privacy this time of night.”

“That’s cool. I’ve worked that spot before.” He shrugged

“So, how did you get into this line of work?”  I asked making small talk as I drove us to our destination.

“I want to be a legend in these streets like Khom.”

“Khom?”

“Man, Khom is the baddest ho, male or female. Him and his man moved to Vegas about five years ago. Khom is one of the top money- making ho’s on the Vegas strip.  He has over a million followers on Instagram. He pulls in close to 500K a month on Only Fans. He is a living legend and he started right here in this little nothing ass town. Man, I am going to have that life one day.”

“Wow.” I said, though I wasn’t the least bit surprised. If anyone could be a millionaire sex worker in his early thirties with a large fan following, it was Khom.

“Look at him.” Said Jaxon, showing me the pictures of Khom he had downloaded to his cell phone. 

Khom still looked as young as he did ten years ago when he was a 21-year-old street walker. I felt myself getting hard.

“He definitely looks like a star.” I said

“He is a star.”  Said Jaxon completely entrenched in his idol worship of Khom.

Chapter Two

The bank of   the Meherrin river was empty, just as I had anticipated.  People didn’t fish late at night the way that they used to do.   I took a blanket from the back seat of my car so that we could comfortably do what we came to do.

“Goddamn, you’re huge!” Declared Jaxon at the sight of my hard cock.  “I hope I got some Magnums left; Oh, yea, here are some.”   He put one of the condoms on me. I was so aroused; it was a tight fit.

“Suck my cock.” I moaned wanting those beautiful lips that reminded me so much of Maceo on my manhood.

“Anything you want, Daddy.”

The moment his mouth engulfed my dick, I knew that the sex with him was going to be borderline bestial, the way that it was with Maceo

 

“I don’t give a fuck where he went!” My ex-wife, Paulette raged from the other end of the phone. “He got in the fucken car and sped off, which is for the best because I was going to hit him in the head with this mother fucken hammer!”

“Mommy No!” My six -year- old son, McKeen, cried in the background.

“Go the fuck to bed!” she roared at him.

“Paulette, calm down. You are scaring him. This is about Maceo.”

“That mother fucker is not going to disrespect me, and he damn sure ain’t gonna try to put his fucken hands on me.”

“Okay, Paulette, we will deal with that, but right now our 17- year- old son is out driving at night when he only has a learner’s permit.” 

“And right now, I don’t give a fuck!”

I rolled my eyes.  I regretted having not fought for soul custody of my sons. I would be moving three hours away within the next couple of months and didn’t want to uproot them from their schools, especially Maceo who was on his high school basketball team.

“Text me the number to some of his friends, I will see if he’s ..

“Dad! Dad!” came frantic knocking at my apartment door.

“Never mind, he’s here; thank God.”

“He’s about to shoot you a bunch of fucken lies that your ass will believe because it’s about me.”

“Bye, Paulette; go make sure that McKeen is okay since you almost scared him to death.”

“Nigger fuck_”

I hung up and answered the door.

“Oh, thank God.” I said embracing my son. “You are going to be grounded, but right now, I am just glad that you were not in an accident.”

“She hates me.” Sobbed Maceo

“No, son, your Mother doesn’t hate you. The two of you just had a disagreement.”

“She hates me Daddy. She hates me because I love you. She wants me to hate you because she does, but I could never hate you.”

Unlike my ex-wife, I wasn’t going to engage my son in a toxic discussion about the other parent.

“Son, it’s late, let’s get some sleep and we will discuss this in the morning over a good breakfast.”

“Can I please sleep in your bed with you, Daddy. I just don’t want to be alone, not after what I experienced tonight.”  

My son was nearly a grown man, but seeing him so vulnerable in that moment, I could not deny his request to allow him to sleep in my bed. Beside, we were father and son. 

Seeing my son in only his boxer briefs and footie socks made me suddenly regret allowing him to sleep in my bed. He was no longer the lanky boy who was skin and bones. He now had a lean athletic physique like the young- men I paid for sex from time to time.  I felt both dirty and ashamed that I was mentally comparing my own son to the last prostitute I had fucked.  I was minorly relieved when he turned the lights out so that I could no longer see him half naked, but the image of him in his boxer briefs and footie socks took a while to fade from my mind before I could fall asleep.”

Chapter Three

I woke up to my cock being sucked so ferociously, I thought I was still asleep and dreaming about the encounter I’d had with the last boy de jour.

I shot my load into the hot mouth. Damn what a dream

“Mnnn, Daddy. I have wanted to suck your dick for so long.”  Moaned a voice that I knew all too well.

My eyes darted open and I immediately flicked on the lamp on my nightstand.  My heart nearly exploded.  Completely unashamed, Mace held my still erect cock in his hand and licked the remnants of cum that hadn’t gone into his mouth.

“What the fuck!” I screamed pushing him onto the floor. “Oh my God! Dear God; what did you do?” I placed a pillow over my crotch to hide my still erect penis. Dear God, why was I still hard?

“I’m not ashamed.” He said boldly. “You shouldn’t be either; I am not a little boy. Look at me, Daddy.” He said standing up off the floor giving me full view of his naked body.

“Go to the guess room.” I said hoarsely. I could feel the blood flowing, making my already hard dick even harder.

“No! stop pretending as if you don’t want to fuck me as badly as I want you to.”

He snatched the pillow from my crotch exposing my raging erection.

I wish I could say that I was a stern parent who chastised him and made him go to the other room thus setting boundaries, but lust won out over morality. 

I pulled him onto the bed and kissed him the way that no father should ever kiss his son. As if he were a large piece of candy, I licked every nook and cranny of his young, remarkable body.

“Mmmm, Yes, Daddy.” He moaned as my tongue moved from one sensitive area to the next. “Oh, Daddy, please fuck me, I can’t wait to have you inside of me.”

Maceo was so tight, I couldn’t help but tear him with my entry, but once I was inside of him, I damn near lost my mind.  The freedom to engage in something so forbidden and depraved had me harder than I’d ever been in my life and fucking my son with an animalism that I had never fucked anyone else with before.

All that I did, choking him, spitting in his mouth, smacking him hard in the face, Maceo accepted and encouraged. Each position further awakened the lascivious beasts within us. With a cry to the heavens we both came, flooding each other in the seeds of our sin.

“I love you so much Daddy.” Cooed Maceo clinging to me. “I saved myself for you.”

“You what?” I asked starting to feel the shame of what I had done.

“I gave you me virginity, because you deserved it.”

“Maceo, I..”

“Don’t you dare allow yourself to feel guilt or shame. I’m a grown man, not a little boy. I know what I want.”

“Son,” Dear God that word felt so wrong given the situation. “I just don’t know where we go from here.”

“We forge something special that is only between us. I am not stupid, I know you are going to have lovers and I am fine with that, as long as they don’t get in between you and me.”

I should have told him that it could never happen again. I should have never allowed it to happen again. But his hand touched my cock and instantly, I was hard again and entwined in my bed with my son Mace.

Chapter Four

Jaxon screamed, bucked and shot his load as I savagely plowed into him then came so hard the condom burst under the pressure.

Even in the throes of an orgasm he was extraordinarily beautiful, especially in the moonlight.

“Goddamn.” He lamented at the realization that I had come inside of him.  He found the pair of thongs that he had worn lying on the bank next to his jeans, He dipped them in the mouth of the river and preceded to clean his asshole while pondering out loud whether or not to charge me extra for cumming in him.

You love him more than me.

Son, I don’t know him, I just fucked him.

He’s young and beautiful, just like Khom, soon you will forget about me.

Maceo, I will never forget about you,

You love him, I can already tell, Daddy,

No, Son, He means nothing to me.

Prove it!

Son I_

Prove it, or what you’re saying doesn’t mean shit!

Jaxon had his back to me. He was relieving himself in the river and didn’t hear me come up behind him. I tackled him, causing him to fall forward into the river. I remained on his back and held his face under water until his struggling stopped for good. I let him go and allowed his body to float out with the current.  It would be weeks before anyone would discover him. Hell, they hadn’t discovered the last two and it had been nearly three months.

I picked his pants up from the riverbank, sniffed the essence of his body then balled them up and tossed them as far as I could into the river.  Jaxon was good, but after Khom, Maceo would never allow me to have another long-term lover.

Ooh, Daddy you really do love me, and only me

Of course, I do son. I will love you and only you forever

I sped away from the riverbank in my Tesla under the pale moonlight.

The End

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