My Son

Andre

As the fucker fell asleep, right on top of me.

I was in control of nothing. The kid was fucking my heart and soul. Shit. I had to stop thinking about it. His cum in my ass was like Viagra, with my dick throbbing once again.

I was pissed that I was such a sub. Even to the point that he could force me to fuck him. I couldn’t even figure out what the hell that even meant. I wanted to reach out to Michael, but I knew he would just laugh at the whole damn thing.

The kid had even taken away my ability to plot revenge against him with my own damn brother.

Fuck. And there he was sleeping like a baby, yet again. I could barely look at him without going hard. I couldn’t even remember the last time my dick had been so sore. And I tried not to count how many times he had already made me cum. I swear I could feel my balls churning to produce more, even if I did halfway want them to calm down. It just couldn’t be that my son had that much power over me.

My mind was racing. My heart was racing. My dick was throbbing. And yet I felt so peaceful. My ass felt more satisfied than ever. And it seemed his damned dad wouldn’t even care that I felt like I was falling in love with his kid, even as my dick continued to leak pre-cum.

I had never been fucked like that. Ever.

I had to get my mind off of it.

Damn. He was gorgeous.

And I almost dozed off…

“Oh my god. What do we have here?”

Was I sleeping?

How the hell had Andre gotten in, without my hearing anything at all?

I felt so embarrassed. So ashamed. And yet so proud of myself. As Andre took the liberty of rubbing his fingers up and down my son’s leaking hole. And of course plunging at least one deep inside.

“Jesus christ. How many times have you raped the kid? Seems to me someone should call the cops or something.”

The evil fucker laughed.

I gave up. As I heard his phone click. “Dad. Your son has no shame anymore.”

And Andre hit the speakerphone.

“Look at what you’ve put him up to.” As Andre grabbed his own crotch. “Too bad you’re so damn far away right now.”

“Fuck. I thought these stories of Rodrick’s were just lies.”

And Andre zoomed in on my son’s leaking hole. “You should be here to show this bitch how much his grandpa loves him.”

Andre laughed yet again, as he drove another two fingers in my son’s swollen hole.

“Shit, bro. Open my fly.”

I gave up. My brother was never going to accept no as an answer. And maybe it would serve my son right. I unleashed his monster cock.

Damn. I hadn’t played with Andre’s dick for years.

“Trust me. Having these sons has been good for this meat, bro. Even if you haven’t been taking care of me like you promised you would, back in the day.” He just kept laughing. “Dad should be here to whip you for disobeying him. Yet again. And now here you are getting fucked by a damn white boi.”

Andre’s dick brought back way too many memories, as he pushed it towards my mouth. I hadn’t seen Andre in a mood like this since we lived together, so many years ago.

“Watch, Dad. Your faggot boi still has skills.” As he showed my dad while he drove his throbbing dick into my mouth.

Damn.

I didn’t really need anything more. Especially not now. Especially not as Andre’s fingers were waking up my son from the ass, and he opened his eyes to see Andre fucking my mouth.

Fuck. I had so many great memories of being with my brother back in the day.

“Damn, Dad. Don’t you ever get enough? Who the fuck…?”

And my son slowly woke up and looked up. “Uncle Andre!”

As Andre drove yet another finger in my son’s hole. “Be careful, kid. Grandpa’s on the phone.” And Andre just kept laughing and laughing. “Now don’t be so damn selfish, Rodrick.”

And Andre pulled his huge tool out of my mouth, just after almost making me gag. And almost instantaneously ordered me to spread my son’s cheeks, as Andre so smoothly drove right straight in.

Jeff had just started complimenting me on how well I sucked my bro's cock, as Jeff lost his breath as Andre drove in so deep and hard. I could even see tears in his eyes.

I just failed as a dad, again and again. I actually started cumming as soon I could see how hard Andre was nailing him, remembering even more from my childhood.

The thought crossed my mind to comfort him. But fuck it. “Show Dad, Andre. Drive in deeper!” And I held my son tight as I heard Andre’s dick force the cum right out of my son’s ass.

“Damn, bro. You should not have been keeping this from me. Dad. I hope you’re at least jerking.”

“My selfish boys. Show him my dick as I cum.”

Andre laughed. “I’m pretty sure he’s engaged at the moment, Dad.” And Andre almost effortlessly lifted up my son’s ass, took my leaking dick and shoved it in, then drove in himself.

My son gasped. My heart went out to him. My lust wanted him fucked even harder. I held him close.

“I love you, son.”

And I felt his load flow onto my chest. And Andre filled him, with yet another load. And I shot, despite my having no idea how.

“You need to visit your grandson, Dad.”

Jeff held me so close. I really didn’t want this to ever end.

My son's eyes rolled. He had to be spent already.