After Prom
Joshua lay on the bed, still naked, the scent of sex and sweat clinging to the sheets. The door had clicked shut behind Nick, and the house felt cavernous. Empty. He stared at the ceiling, replaying every moment in his mind—the way his son's cock had stretched him, the way their mouths had melded together, the way Nick had looked at him with those green eyes, full of love and lust.
What the fuck just happened?
He was heterosexual. He'd been married to a woman for eighteen years. He'd never—never—looked at a man that way. But Nick… Nick was different. Nick was his blood. His boy. And the taboo of it all, the sheer forbiddenness, had ignited something deep inside him that he couldn't extinguish.
His hand drifted to his cock, still half-hard. But it wasn't enough. He needed more.
He got up, his legs shaky, and padded to the laundry basket in the corner. Dirty clothes piled high. He dug through it, heart pounding, until his fingers found what he was looking for.
Nick's football jersey. Number 7. Still damp with sweat from practice.
Nick's Calvin Klein boxers—black, with a faint white stain in the front.
Nick's socks—white ankle socks, slightly dirty, smelling of grass and boy.
Joshua clutched them to his chest and stumbled back to the bed. He lay down, pressing the jersey to his face, inhaling deeply. The scent of his son—musky, salty, masculine—flooded his senses. His cock stiffened painfully.
He pulled the boxers over his face, breathing in the smell of Nick's crotch. Then he shoved one of the socks into his mouth, gagging slightly, sucking on the fabric, tasting the salt and dirt.
"Owwww… baby…" he moaned around the sock.
His hand found the dildo still on the floor. He lubed it up and pushed it into his ass, whimpering as it stretched him open. He rocked back and forth, fucking himself with the toy while he buried his nose in his son's jersey.
He grabbed his phone fingers trembling, and opened Instagram. Nick's profile. Photos of him in his football uniform, flexing. Photos of him shirtless at the lake. A recent one of him smiling, his arm around Mandy, his abs visible under a tight t-shirt.
Joshua zoomed in on his son's face. That strong jaw. Those green eyes. The same eyes that had looked at him with such raw desire.
"Daddy's little champion," Joshua whispered, stroking his cock. "Owwww… you're so beautiful, baby…"
He scrolled further. A photo of Nick in the locker room, towel low on his hips, water droplets on his chest. Joshua came hard, spurting onto his own stomach, the dildo deep in his ass.
But the relief was fleeting. Minutes later, the thoughts returned. The images. The sounds of Nick's voice saying "I'm inside you, Dad."
He tried to sleep. He closed his eyes, but every time he drifted off, a flash of Nick's cock would jolt him awake. He'd grab his dick again, pumping furiously, imagining his son's mouth on him, his son's hands gripping his hips.
This went on for hours. Two, three, four times. Each orgasm weaker than the last, but the craving never faded.
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At 3:17 AM, Joshua heard the front door open.
His eyes snapped open. He listened—the sound of keys jangling, the creak of the door, then laughter. Nick's laugh, deep and warm. And Mandy's giggle, high and tipsy.
"Shhhh, babe, you're gonna wake my dad," Nick said, his voice a playful whisper.
"Your dad's probably asleep," Mandy slurred. "Besides, I don't care if he hears—I want you so bad, Nicky."
Joshua's breath caught. He heard them stumble up the stairs, their footsteps heavy. They passed his door, and he heard Nick's bedroom door open and close with a soft click.
Then the sounds began.
"I've been thinking about you all night," Nick said, his voice taking on a lower, more commanding tone. Joshua recognized it—the alpha voice Nick used to dominate the field, to intimidate opposing quarterbacks.
"Owwww, baby, talk to me like that," Mandy moaned.
There was a wet, sloppy kiss, then the sound of clothes rustling, a zipper, a gasp.
"Fuck, Nick, you're so big…"
"You like that, baby? You like my big cock?"
"YES! Owwww! Put it in me!"
Joshua crept out of bed, naked, his cock already hard. He pressed his ear to the wall, his hand wrapping around his shaft.
Through the thin plaster, he could hear it all. The wet sounds of Mandy's pussy being fucked. Nick's grunts—deep, animalistic, masculine. Mandy's cries of pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Nick! Right there! Owwww baby, fuck me!"
"You're my little slut tonight, Mandy. Say it."
"I'm your little slut! Owwww! Fuck me harder!"
Joshua pumped his cock faster, matching the rhythm coming through the wall. He could picture it—Nick's muscular body thrusting into Mandy, his sweat-slick chest, his face twisted in pleasure.
"Ohhh my baby boy…" Joshua whispered, the word slipping out unconsciously. "Owwww, baby…"
On the other side of the wall, Nick let out a guttural groan. "I'm gonna cum, Mandy. I'm gonna fill you up."
"Fill me, baby! Owwww! Give me your cum!"
Joshua heard the bed creak faster, the sounds growing more frantic. Then Nick roared—a loud, triumphant sound—and Mandy screamed. The wet slapping stopped, replaced by heavy breathing.
Joshua's own body tensed. He bit down on the sock still in his hand, muffling his cry as he shot his load onto the wall, his ass clenching around nothing.
He slid down to the floor, panting, covered in cum and shame and a dark, desperate love.
The house went quiet.
Joshua sat there, heart pounding, knowing that his son was just a few feet away, lying in bed with his girlfriend. And despite everything—the guilt, the confusion, the perversion—all he could think was:
I want him again.
He didn't sleep. Not really. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every touch, every kiss, every thrust. The house was silent except for the occasional creak of the settling foundation, and the soft sounds of his son breathing through the wall.
At some point, exhaustion took over, and he drifted into a restless half-sleep, haunted by dreams of Nick's hands on his hips, Nick's mouth on his neck, Nick's voice whispering "Daddy, I love you."
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When Joshua opened his eyes again, pale morning light was filtering through the curtains. He checked his phone—8:03 AM.
He listened. No sounds from Nick's room. They were still asleep.
He got up, his body sore and sticky, and took a quick shower. The hot water washed away the evidence but not the memory. He dried off, dressed in loose gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, and decided to do something normal. Something that would mask the chaos inside him.
Breakfast.
He'd bought ingredients yesterday, almost as if he'd known. A box of high-quality dark chocolate, heavy cream, fresh strawberries, sliced bananas, cubes of pound cake, and a crusty baguette. He set up the fondue pot on the kitchen counter, breaking the chocolate into pieces and melting it slowly with the cream, stirring until it became silky and dark.
The rich scent filled the kitchen. He arranged the fruit and bread on a platter, his hands moving mechanically while his mind churned.
At 8:40, he heard footsteps on the stairs.
His heart stopped.
The footsteps came closer, and then Nick appeared in the kitchen doorway. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs, his hair tousled, his eyes still heavy with sleep. His body was a masterpiece—broad shoulders, a defined chest, abs that rippled, and those powerful thighs. His cock made a visible bulge in the thin fabric.
Joshua's mouth went dry.
"Morning, Dad," Nick said, his voice rough and low.
Joshua swallowed. "Morning, Nick. I, uh—I'm making breakfast. Chocolate fondue."
Nick stepped into the kitchen, moving with that casual athletic grace that made Joshua's stomach flip. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms, and looked at his father with an expression that was both innocent and knowing.
"You sleep okay?" Nick asked.
"Not really," Joshua admitted, his voice small. "You?"
Nick's lips curled into a slow smirk. "Perfect. Best sleep I've had in weeks."
They stood there, a few feet apart, the air thick with unspoken tension. Joshua couldn't meet his son's eyes for more than a second. He felt exposed, vulnerable, like a teenager caught doing something wrong.
Nick rubbed the back of his neck and gave a sleepy grin. “By the way… I forgot to tell you. Last night, Mandy and I were crowned Prom King and Prom Queen.”
Joshua blinked in surprise before a proud smile spread across his face. “You were? That’s incredible, Nick. Congratulations.”
Then Nick moved.
He crossed the distance in two steps, reached out, and grabbed Joshua's chin, tilting his face up. Before Joshua could react, Nick pressed his lips against his father's mouth.
It was a deep, possessive kiss—tongue sliding in, tasting, claiming. Joshua let out a muffled gasp, his hands instinctively gripping Nick's waist. The kiss went on for several seconds, slow and wet, until Nick pulled back, his green eyes burning.
Joshua's face was flushed. "Nick… Mandy's upstairs…"
"I know." Nick's voice was a whisper, rough with lust. "But I've been thinking about you all night, Daddy. I can't stop. I want you. Right now."
Joshua shook his head, but his body was already responding. His cock was hardening in his sweatpants. "She could wake up any minute. We can't—"
"That's what makes it so hot." Nick leaned in, his mouth brushing Joshua's ear. "Think about it. My girlfriend's asleep in my bed, just a floor above us. She has no idea that her boyfriend is about to fuck his own father on the kitchen table. She'd probably get wet just watching."
"Nick…" Joshua's voice cracked. "You're so bad."
"I know." Nick grinned, wicked and boyish. "So are you, Dad. You liked it. I could tell. You were moaning my name while I was balls deep in your ass."
Joshua's face burned. He wanted to deny it, but he couldn't. Instead, he let out a shaky breath and said, "We have to be quiet."
"Don't worry." Nick grabbed his father's hand and placed it on his bulge. "I'll keep you quiet."
Joshua's fingers curled around the thick shape through the fabric. He squeezed, and Nick let out a low groan.
"Fuck, Dad. Suck me. Please."
Without another word, Joshua dropped to his knees.
He tugged at Nick's boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his son's cock. It sprang out, already fully hard—thick, long, with a slight upward curve. The tip was red and glistening.
Joshua leaned forward and pressed his lips to the shaft, kissing it through the fabric of the boxers, inhaling the musky scent of his son's skin. Then he took the head into his mouth.
"Owwww… yes…" Nick's hand tangled in his father's hair.
Joshua bobbed his head slowly, savoring the taste, the weight on his tongue. He looked up at Nick, their eyes locking, and saw the raw pleasure on his son's face. It made him suck harder, deeper, taking the entire length until his nose pressed against Nick's pubic hair.
"Owwww, Daddy… your mouth feels so good…"
Nick's hips began to thrust, small movements, fucking his father's throat. Joshua moaned around the cock, vibrations making Nick shiver.
Then—footsteps.
Thump, thump, thump on the stairs.
Joshua froze. Nick's hand tightened in his hair.
"Don't stop," Nick whispered urgently.
But Joshua pulled back, wiping his mouth, his heart pounding. He scrambled behind the kitchen island, ducking low, as Mandy appeared in the doorway.
She was wearing one of Nick's t-shirts, her blonde hair messy, her legs bare. She yawned and shuffled toward the refrigerator.
"Morning, babe," she said sleepily.
"Hey, baby." Nick's voice was steady, but Joshua could see his cock still out, still hard, hidden from view by the counter. "Sleep good?"
"Yeah… you?" She opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice.
"Perfect." Nick smirked, his eyes flicking toward the island where his father was hiding. "You look beautiful."
Mandy giggled, pouring herself a glass. "You're so sweet. But you look weird. Like you're hiding something."
"I'm just happy to see you," Nick said smoothly.
Mandy took a sip, then leaned against the counter, just a few feet from Nick. She was eyeing the fondue setup. "Wow, your dad made breakfast? That's so nice."
"Yeah, he's great." Nick's voice was strained. "Hey, why don't you go watch TV in the living room? I'll bring you a plate when it's ready."
Mandy smiled. "Okay, babe. Thanks." She sauntered out, her bare feet padding across the tile.
The moment she was gone, Nick exhaled. He pulled Joshua up from behind the island, his hands rough. "She's gone. Now, get on the table."
Joshua's eyes were wide. "Nick, we can't—"
"Get on the table, Dad."
The command in his son's voice made Joshua's knees weak. He obeyed, bending over the edge of the kitchen table, his sweatpants pooling around his ankles. Nick grabbed the bottle of olive oil from the counter and poured it over his fingers, then slicked his own cock.
"Ready, Daddy?"
Joshua nodded, gripping the table's edge. "Just do it, baby."
Nick guided his cock to Joshua's entrance and pushed in. Joshua gasped, the stretch familiar now, but still intense. Nick bottomed out in one smooth thrust.
"Owwww… so tight…" Nick groaned.
He began to fuck his father with deep, slow strokes, each one hitting that perfect spot inside. Joshua's moans grew louder, and Nick leaned over, pressing his mouth to Joshua's in a deep kiss, swallowing the sounds.
They fucked like that for nearly an hour, a rhythm of thrusts and kisses, whispers and grunts. Nick would pull back occasionally to watch his cock slide in and out of his father's ass, then kiss him again, murmuring, "You feel so good, Daddy… my perfect little slut…"
Joshua was lost in it. The taboo, the danger, the love—it all blurred together. He came twice on the table, his cum staining the wood, and Nick was still hard, still pumping.
Finally, Joshua gasped, "We have to stop. She's gonna wonder."
Nick pulled out reluctantly, his cock glistening. "Okay, Daddy. But when she’s gone I'm not stopping."
Joshua smiled, breathless. "Yes."
They cleaned up quickly. Joshua wiped the table, threw the cum-stained towel in the laundry, and set out the fondue. Nick went upstairs to get dressed, then returned with Mandy.
Breakfast was surreal. The three of them sat around the table, dipping strawberries and bread into the warm chocolate. Mandy chattered about prom—how much fun she'd had, how Nick was the best boyfriend ever.
"I'm so lucky," she said, squeezing Nick's arm. "You're the hottest guy in school, and you're all mine."
Nick glanced at Joshua, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. All yours."
Joshua hid his smile behind a sip of coffee.
Their eyes met across the table—a secret, a promise, a bond that no one else could understand.
Mandy checked her phone. "Oh, I gotta go. Cheerleading practice in thirty minutes."
She kissed Nick goodbye, waved to Joshua, and left.
The door clicked shut.
The house was quiet again.
Nick turned to his father, his eyes dark with hunger. "Where were we, Dad?"
Before Joshua could answer, Nick grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close, their mouths crashing together in a desperate, hungry kiss. They stumbled backward, knocking against the table where the chocolate fondue sat, the pot wobbling dangerously.
"I want to be kinky with you, Dad," Nick murmured against Joshua's lips. "Really kinky."
Joshua's breath hitched. "Ohhh! Yes, baby. Anything."
Nick pulled off his boxers while Joshua stripped off his sweatpants and shirt, both of them naked in the warm kitchen. The chocolate fondue sent up wisps of steam, the rich sweet scent mixing with the smell of their arousal.
Nick dipped his fingers into the warm chocolate and then spread it across Joshua's chest, painting dark swirls over his pectorals. The chocolate was warm, almost hot, and Joshua shivered.
"Owww, Nick… that feels soooo good…"
Nick leaned down and licked the chocolate off like a wild animal—long, broad strokes of his tongue, lapping at his father's chest. He sucked at the skin, nipping lightly, then bit down on Joshua's left nipple.
Joshua cried out, a sharp moan of pleasure-pain. "OWWWW, BABY, YES! Bite me harder!"
Nick obliged, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh, then soothed it with his tongue. He worked his way across Joshua's chest, leaving a trail of chocolate and saliva, biting and licking each nipple until they were swollen and red.
Joshua's torso was a mess of chocolate and drool, glistening in the morning light. He reached out, dipped his own hand into the fondue, and smeared chocolate over Nick's perfect abs and pectorals.
"Your turn, baby," Joshua whispered.
He leaned in and licked his son's stomach, tracing the ridges of muscle with his tongue. He moved up, sucking Nick's nipples, then licking across his chest, tasting the chocolate mixed with Nick's salty skin.
Nick groaned, his head falling back. "Owwww fuck, Daddy… your tongue…"
Joshua took the bowl of chocolate and dipped his fingers again, then reached up and smeared chocolate under Nick's left armpit. He leaned in and pressed his face there, licking the sensitive skin, tasting the combination of sweat and chocolate.
"Owww, fuck, Daddy, that's so dirty…" Nick moaned.
They kissed again, mouths open and wet, chocolate transferring between them. Nick grabbed a small glass cup that was sitting next to the fondue pot, dipped it into the warm chocolate, and lifted it above their heads.
"Look up, Dad."
Joshua tilted his head back. Nick kissed him deeply, and at the same time, tipped the glass. Warm chocolate flowed down between them, dripping over their faces, into their mouths, down their chins and necks.
The kiss was now sweet and sticky, chocolate coating their tongues. They broke apart, laughing, and then began licking each other's faces—Joshua licking chocolate from Nick's cheek, Nick sucking it from Joshua's chin.
Nick grabbed the glass again, refilled it, and knelt down. He poured chocolate in a slow stream down Joshua's left leg—thigh, knee, calf, ankle. Then he lifted Joshua's leg and began licking it from top to bottom, his tongue dragging over the chocolate-covered skin.
Joshua moaned, his leg trembling. "Owwww, Nick… that's so hot…"
Nick didn't stop until he'd cleaned the entire leg. Then he looked up, his eyes hungry. "Give me the other one."
Joshua extended his right leg. Nick poured chocolate over it and licked it clean, sucking on his father's toes, running his tongue between them.
Joshua took the glass and did the same to Nick—coating his son's muscular legs in chocolate, then licking them from hip to toe. They lay on the table, head to foot, Joshua's mouth on Nick's feet, Nick's mouth on Joshua's.
"Dip your feet in the fondue," Nick said, his voice thick with lust.
Joshua turned, sitting up, and stuck his feet directly into the warm chocolate pot. Nick did the same. They pulled their feet out, dripping with chocolate, and brought them together.
Joshua took Nick's chocolate-covered foot and began licking it, sucking each toe clean, running his tongue along the arch. Nick did the same to Joshua's foot, moaning at the taste.
Then Nick pressed his foot against Joshua's—foot to foot, rubbing, sliding, chocolate squishing between their toes. They started a slow, erotic footjob, their soles sliding against each other, toes curling and flexing.
"Owwww, Dad… your feet feel so good…"
Joshua gasped as Nick's big toe pressed against his own, rubbing in circles. "Yours too, baby… so sexy…"
Then Nick spread his toes and pushed two of them into Joshua's mouth. Joshua sucked eagerly, licking the chocolate, then pushed his own toes into Nick's mouth.
Nick moaned around his father's toes, sucking hard.
Then Nick pushed his foot lower, pressing his big toe against Joshua's asshole. Joshua gasped, his body tensing, then relaxing as Nick's toe pushed inside.
"OHHHH, BABY… your toe… in my ass…"
Nick worked his toe in and out, fucking his father's ass with his foot. Joshua cried out, his cock dripping precum onto the table. Then Joshua reached down with his own foot, finding Nick's asshole, and pushed his toe inside.
"ARGHHHH, FUUUUUCK, Daddy! Your toe! It's so good!"
They lay there, fucking each other's asses with their toes, moaning and gasping, chocolate smeared everywhere.
"I want your cock, baby," Joshua gasped. "I need it inside me. Fuck me like a whore."
Nick pulled his toe out and sat up. He grabbed the fondue pot and poured warm chocolate directly onto Joshua's asshole. Then he leaned down and licked it, his tongue pushing inside, tasting the chocolate and his father's skin.
"Owwww, yes! Lick my ass, baby! Eat me out!"
Nick tongued his father's hole for several minutes, until Joshua was trembling, begging. Then Nick positioned himself between Joshua's legs, his cock slick with chocolate and precum.
"You ready to get fucked, Dad?"
"Yes, baby. Fuck me. Make me your bitch."
Nick pushed in, the chocolate making it easy, and Joshua screamed—a raw, guttural sound of pleasure. Nick began to fuck him hard and fast, their bodies slapping together, chocolate dripping off their skin.
As he thrust, Nick lifted Joshua's legs and brought his chocolate-covered feet to his mouth, licking and sucking his father's toes while pounding into his ass.
"Owwww, your feet taste so good, Dad… and your ass feels so fucking tight…"
"Fuck me, Nick! Fuck your daddy! Make me cum!"
Nick leaned over, his mouth near Joshua's ear. "You like getting fucked by your son, don't you? You like being my little whore."
"Yes, baby! I love it! I'm your slut! Your daddy slut!"
"And I'm gonna fill you up, Dad. Gonna make you pregnant with my cum. Gonna put a baby in your ass."
Joshua moaned louder. "Yes! Put your baby in me! Make me your bitch!"
They fucked like animals, dirty talk flowing freely. Nick slammed into his father, grunting with each thrust. "Your ass is so much better than any pussy I've ever had. Tighter. Hotter. You're perfect, Dad."
Joshua was delirious with pleasure. "You fuck me better than your mother ever did, baby! You're the best fuck I've ever had!"
"Owwww, Dad, say it again!"
"YOU FUCK ME BETTER THAN YOUR MOM! You're a better lover than any woman!"
Nick's thrusts became faster, more frantic. "I'm gonna cum, Dad! I'm gonna fill you up!"
"Cum inside me, baby! Cum in your daddy's ass!"
Nick roared as he climaxed, his cum shooting deep into Joshua's ass. The feeling sent Joshua over the edge, his own cock spurting cum across his stomach and chest.
They collapsed together, breathing hard, their bodies coated in chocolate, cum, and sweat.
For a long moment, they just lay there, tangled together. Then Nick lifted his head and kissed his father—a soft, tender kiss that tasted of chocolate.
"I love you, Dad," Nick whispered.
"I love you too, baby."
Slowly, they got up, their legs shaky. Nick took Joshua's hand and led him to the bathroom. They stepped into the shower together, the warm water washing away the chocolate and cum.
They kissed under the spray, their mouths sliding together, tasting clean now. Joshua wrapped his arms around his son's neck.
"I've never been this kinky with anyone," Joshua said, his voice soft. "Not even with a woman. You make me feel so good, Nick. You fuck me better than your mother ever did."
Nick smiled, his hands sliding down to cup his father's ass. "And you feel better than Mandy, Dad. Your ass is tighter, hotter, more responsive. No pussy can compare to your ass."
Joshua blushed, but he was smiling. "You're terrible."
"I'm yours."
They kissed again, the water cascading over them, and Joshua knew—there was no going back. He was his son's, completely and utterly. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
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