Waking in a cold sweat my eyes shot open, you'd think I was having a nightmare but it was the exact opposite. The wildest dreams occupied my sleeping mind, scenarios in which devin, my sweet boy turned young man was making me his degenerate sub. I wanted nothing more than to feel like I was in hell, maybe then I could justify all these emotions of love, eroticism, and borderline addiction. Life however isn't that kind. I couldn't deny it any longer, those dreams, those thoughts and ideas, that other world where the script of power from father and son was flipped and exchanged from son to father, were absolute heaven.
I turned my head to my alarm clock, 3:19 am, the dim moonlight cascading through the open curtains lit my form sitting on the edge of the bed. The cool night breeze flowing throughout the house filled it with a ghostly presence. Almost as if the house itself was alive, whispers of forbidden desires seeping through the walls, secrets clawing their way out from the floorboards, and me? Well, there I was, sitting on the edge, whole body warm with blood flow, I could feel every ounce in every vein. Head to toe, arm to arm, heart to brain, lips and fingertips and toes, all the way down…despite the epic flow of crimson through my body, I still felt numb, out of body, like I was witnessing myself transform into something I never imagined.
“No, don’t do anything crazy.” ……
“You only live once.” ………
The inner turmoil began leaking into the outside world. Talking out loud to myself, the cogs turning and grinding, halting and starting, the battle of willpower began and I was left unarmed.
“But it’s wrong, there's no way.” ………
“Just do it.” ………
“I can’t, what if something goes wrong.” ……..
I knew what I wanted, what I needed, yet the man I was, the father that everyone looked up to, kept fighting back. The man that made every other man question his worthiness was pushing back. Despite him winning, every man has his weakness. The flow of blood rushing from heart to toes, to arms, and brain-nope sorry, no blood up there, where did it go? The only place left, from heart to toes to arms to cock.
“Fuck it!”
Just like that, nature won the battle, she always does in the end.
“This is insane….”
My breath ragged as I lifted myself off the bed. My body weighed a million tons, despite this my limbs still moved of their own accord. With a mind of their own, mine was rushing, panicking yet excited for what could turn out to be heaven on earth. 3:49 am, it took me nearly fifteen minutes to walk a few feet to the bedroom door, my body still having some resistance. I opened the door and the house almost blew me back, the secrets in the walls, the repressed desires of both my son and I, all came rushing as the cool night breeze found another room to envelope. The secrets in the floorboards grabbing my feet with each step, simultaneously holding me down yet also pushing me forward. That inner turmoil, still grasping with a dying breath, too bad nature has already taken hold, rooted herself in the desire pooling in my loins, and there was no stopping the fruit that would emerge from that union.
“What should i say, how do i go about this?”
Confused on how to move forward, my body still pushed. We would figure this out as it goes on. No need to overthink it…..right? Eventually reaching Devin's bedroom door, I hesitated. Fist balled up head pressed against the frame, the hesitation wasn't coming from fear or morality, that was long gone. This was something else, this was asking your crush out in highschool, this was losing your virginity, this fear was anxiety in a cocktail of desire, excitement, hidden truths and above all, unadulterated love.
“Alright, here I go.”
Pushing the door slowly so as to not wake Devin, I scanned the room. His various baseball trophies lining the wall, posters and memorabilia as well. On his desk lay a bowl and a cup. It seems the kid helped himself to some extra dinner before hitting the sack. I'll have to scold him later for leaving dirty dishes in his room. Then the bed came into frame, and there he was. It was late august so my boy was sleeping above the covers, in nothing but a pair of navy boxer briefs that clung just right to every curve and crevice of his ass and thighs, hugging his soft yet pronounced piece. He really was an Adonis, a god in slumber under the blanket of night. The room was dark yet his skin managed to glow, a porcelain angel. Creeping up, I stood over him admiring the fine specimen his mother and I managed to make. In all this, I still felt an overwhelming amount of love for him, Devin was still my son after all, despite what might happen and how our lives would change.
“Dad? Everything okay?”
His eyes fluttered open.
“Oh um yeah son, everything's fine.”
Did he hear me come in? Oh well, that doesn't matter now.
“Whats up then? Did something happen?
His voice rang with that young maturity he so easily radiated, still youthful but on its way to project strength and masculinity.
“Yeah son, there's just something I need to discuss with you, something important.”
“Is it about school, did I do something wrong?”
“No, not that. You know I love you right? There's nothing you can do that'll make me stop loving you.”
“Yeah dad, of course I know.”
Sensing the tension in my voice, he sat up as I took a seat on his bed at his feet.
“Okay well, you know that I'm okay with you exploring yourself and trying new things, despite that I still want you to be safe, so I tend to worry at times.”
“Dad, what's going on? You're kind of scaring me.”
My heart was racing, a thousand beats a minute, yet I've never felt calmer. This juxtaposition tore me wide, not knowing how to react, I just let my body do the talking.
“Alright, ill just say it, i found some stuff…..on your laptop…..x-rated things i mean.”
“oh ….”
His head tilted down, almost in shame, cheeks flushed red. There was something else though, a glint in his eyes, a mix of maybe curiosity and what I can only assume was lust. Like the memories of what he watched came flooding back and made him excited, I say this because I noticed twitches in his crotch and his dick slowly but surely growing. Jesus, I guess a son does take after his father if he's getting turned on at a time as awkward as this.
“Look, I'm not disappointed, I'm not even upset. I just want to know if you've done anything like what's in those videos? Have you explored any of that? Are you being safe?”
“I haven't yet dad, I know I have to be safe, and even though I haven't tried any of that, I still know deep down that I'm into it. I don't know how to describe it, it's like-”
“It's like you just know because it feels right.”
Our eyes locked as I finished his train of thought. In that instance something clicked for him.
“Look son, I want you to be safe and I also want you to explore your desires.”
I slowly massaged his foot, then inched my way up his leg eventually resting my hand on his firm cock.
“If you'd like, I'd want you to explore that stuff with me son, that way I know you're being safe and in good hands.”
His eyes gleamed with joy and heat, as he stood his crotch came to my eye level. Knowing that his nature and desire took over as did mine.
“Hell yeah dad. Let's do it.”
That bravado, that confidence, that ripe youthful masculinity rushing him, taking over his will was a sight to behold. Any fear or anxiety he had was completely shred away. It was at that moment when I fully understood what a freak my son was. Only I couldn't be more excited for what was to come from that.
“Alright son, don't be afraid to break me kiddo, give me everything you've got, and I mean everything, like what was in those videos.”
In a split second his hands went from his side to the back of my head pulling me into his crotch. Smelling the hint of soap and summer night sweat on his skin drew me into a trance. A spell had been cast and I was at his mercy.
“Kiss my cock dad, lick my junk and I'll give you a reward.”
His voice dropped an octave, his dominant side having taken full control.
“Yes son.”
*THWACK*
His right hand came rushing across my face
“That's yes sir to you cunt!”
Damn, I think I got myself into some deep shit, but then again my loins betrayed me and I knew I couldn't have been happier.
“Yes sir”
I lost myself kissing his cock and giving him a trophy worthy worshiping. Pulling off his boxer briefs, my heart nearly sunk, this is one way in which my son didn't partake after me. Despite me being proud of my six inches, my sons full eight and half inch mast had me feeling inadequate. Now this was a mans cock, one that I made, that's now making me its submissive cock hungry slut. God, life sure has a way of throwing some twisted bones at you.
“Go on, you know what to do dad.”
Brows furrowed, lips still and straight, face stern and eyes full of dominance, his presence pulled me further into that trance.
I've never sucked a dick before and even though there's a first time for everything, this was different. My first time with a man was going to be with my own son who was packing some serious heat. a helpless whimper is all i could manage out, “fuck”, more like that of an animal than a man. I licked the tip of his cock, that swollen pink mushroom tip and-
*HISSSSS*
“Thats it, just like that.”
That gratification sent electricity through me, knowing I was doing right by him. I wrapped my lips around the first three inches and bobbed on my son's beautiful cock, slowly but surely taking in more till I could no longer go deeper, it was only a little half way down but it was certainly more than I ever saw myself swallowing. His moans grew and before I could react, his hands wrapped behind my head, fingers interlocking and his powerful baseball jock hips thrust forward with all his strength.
*GRGHRLLLUGGH!!!*
The choking and the gagging came secondary to the full heat of pain I felt in that motion. He knew I couldn't take it, yet he didn't stop, he kept pumping those hips, jack hammering that massive cock down my virgin throat. Despite my arms trying to push him back, my audible and VERY obvious choking, the jerk wouldn't pull off. This probably only lasted a good thirty seconds, but damn it felt like a lifetime.
*cough* “what the fuck devin-” cough cough
“Oh come on dad, you said you shouldn't be afraid to break you, don't pussy out now.”
Giving me a second to breathe, he lined up and jammed that piece back down, easier this time but still I struggled. Gagging only seemed to egg him on more as his thrusts grew in force. The fucker was full on face fucking me and i couldnt do anything about it. Yeah I could stop this, but my body felt numb, my cock raging, and my mind foggy. I couldn't help but think about his words just a second ago. “I'll give you a reward.” i had a feeling i knew what this was yet i still wanted to find out for sure. My throat relaxed a little and I started lapping my tongue on his underside as he violated my throat.
“Oh fuck yeah, take it all bitch.”
Throwing his head back and letting himself go, I knew it wouldn't be long till he reached that point. spit bubbling at the corners of my mouth and rushing down my chin drove him overboard.
*squelch* *pop*
The sight of my eyes teary and shot, mouth gaped and soaked in that mix of spit, throat juices, and his sweet pre-cum was quite animalic. Like a wolf having just ravished a deer carcass, now brooding over his meal freshly eaten. The webs of saliva still keeping his cock and my mouth connected. His panting and my ragged breaths filled the room and had my mind racing, yet no thoughts could be heard-
“Hey”....
My eyes trailed up his figure, this mountain of a young man, my own son. Having just claimed my throat, was a sight for sore eyes. His cynical smile filled me with joy and energy. I felt as though I could take on the world, as long as he was pleased.
“Good job. Do you want your reward?”
My eyes widened and my voice trembled, a semblance of the man I once was managed to remain but not for long, the pleads that left my body were a glimpse into who I was now to be.
“Yes….please….”
“Yes?”
“Yes sir, please sir, I want my reward. Fuck please give it to me. I want it more than anything.”
My entire being was now dedicated to being my son's plaything.
“Alright, if you really want it that bad then take it.”
He pulled me up by my pits and pushed me back onto his bed. Walking up he stood on the bed above me and slowly lowered himself. That beautiful round ass that I'd admired now sat right on my face, nearly blocking out my entire vision.
“Go on, lick bitch.”
“Yes sir.”
His back arched as to provide me easy access. The scent of him was absolutely intoxicating. Sweat, soap, and a slight musk that I can only describe as his own pheromones drew me wild. I began lapping at his ridge like a thirsty animal. Licking the perimeter of his gorgeous sphincter, bright pink and untouched. I dug right in with my tongue and the flavor was unlike anything I've ever tasted, that same musk mixed with a slightly sweet yet tangy twist. I couldn't help but get lost in this aphrodisiac.
*Mhmmmmm* *ffffffff* *yyyysssssmmmm*
The sounds escaping me were completely inhuman, then I heard him. My boy high above me, deep in pleasure.
“Fuuuuuuck yeah, that's the spot. Mmmmmmm, keep it going slut.”
His entry began to relax slowly but surely. Before I knew it, my tongue was topping off in his hole. Our tandem moans of pleasure drowning out the silence of the night. Then it hit me, a firmness. Something inside….my boy. Now hitting my tongue, I pushed back but it pushed back harder, the taste of something nutty.
“Son”
I managed to mouth out.
“Shut up dad, just take your present. You earned it with that wicked bj. I know you want this.”
I eased up, allowing my tongue to both remain inside and allow for whatever this firmness was to push past. The moment I did, it came slithering out. A fresh, hot, premium baseball jock son shit log. Firm and glistening, I couldn't help myself. I opened wide and began sucking it like I had sucked devins cock a few minutes prior. Halfway in my throat and still lodged in my sons ass, i realized what he was doing, my son the sex freak was fucking my throat with his massive turd, just like he did with his cock. Eventually he pinched it off, the mass now penetrating my throat and sticking out of my mouth like the world's largest cigar.
“Oh fuck yeah, lemme get a good look.”
Devin lifted off and turned around his cock resting on my chest. That sinister grin of his burned into my memory. Taking one hand behind my head and the other on the log sitting in my mouth he managed out a snicker.
“Go on dad, you know what to do.”
Wrapping my lips around it, I began to suck on his firm log. Using his left hand he held my head in place as the other was used to then violate my throat. Pushing it in and pulling it out like a makeshift dildo, my son was assaulting my willing entry with his shit. The taste nutty as before, only now more bitter sweet. Disgusting yet I couldn't control myself. I wanted more. I began whining and whimpering like a baby needing to be bottle fed. My son's young manly shit now my bottle.
“Oh fuck yeah dad, thats it, get into it. Take my shit like a cock.”
His demanding words, his vulgar words, his enticing words. More and more I felt myself slip into his grasp, and more and more I felt at peace. Like this is where I belong.
“Now dad, swallow it, come on. Eat my turd.”
I couldn't help myself, my teeth bore down, before I knew it i was fully chewing my son's freshly produced firm shit log. The taste stronger than before, the smell muskier, fruitier, more addicting. His eyes and mine locked the entire time, in a single minute I had that large turd chewed and swallowed. Without even meaning to I began whimpering, a dog begging for scraps, that i became, and scraps i would get.
“Damn, you really must've been hungry slut, taking it like nothing. What? You want more?”
“Yes please, sir, please feed more of your delicious jock shit.”
An evil chuckle left his mouth, and he mounted my face again. Grinding his hole on my tongue awaiting more scraps from my beautiful and dominant devin. His body tensed as he pushed and pushed. The rest of the massive turd still inside now out, planting on my tongue, a hefty meal directly from my son's ripe ass.
“Go on dad, there's more where that came from. Much much more.”
Mouth stuffed and chewing, I muffled out a pathetic
“Yes sir, thank you.”
It's now in this moment when I have fully realized just how versatile phrases can be. “You do you”, “if you like it then i love it.” , “live and let live.” each, words to live by, only this lesson has now just become apparent to me, a turn of phrase can provide one with new insight, new ideas, new paths. It's now that I understand that a turn of phrase, just like life, can be a wild ride.
