The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of the shower running upstairs. Silas sprawled on the couch in the living room, scrolling through his phone with one hand. He was wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, the waistband of his underwear peeking out. His smooth, toned chest rose and fell with each breath, his perky pecs catching the warm light from the lamp beside him.
He'd been home alone for most of the evening. Well, not completely alone--his dad Grant was upstairs, probably getting ready for bed. Rowan had texted earlier asking if Silas wanted to come over, but Silas had declined. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he just wanted a quiet night at home.
His phone buzzed with another text from Rowan--a shirtless mirror pic that showed off his muscular torso and the bulge in his basketball shorts. Miss you baby, the text read. Silas smiled and sent back a quick reply with a heart emoji, but he didn't linger on the conversation. Instead, he tossed his phone aside and reached for the iPad sitting on the coffee table.
Grant must have left it there earlier. Silas needed to look something up for his English class--some bullshit essay about symbolism in The Great Gatsby that was due tomorrow. He grabbed the iPad and unlocked it with the passcode he'd known for years (Grant wasn't exactly tech-savvy and had never bothered to change it from Silas's birthday).
The screen lit up, and Silas froze.
The browser was still open. And it wasn't showing some news article or sports stats or anything remotely innocent.
It was porn.
Silas's eyes widened as he stared at the paused video on the screen. A woman with an absolutely massive ass was on all fours, her back arched obscenely as a muscular guy pounded into her from behind. The video title was something crude about "breeding" and "filling her up," and Silas could see from the timestamp that his dad had been watching it less than an hour ago.
Holy shit.
Silas's heart started pounding. He knew he should close the browser, put the iPad down, and pretend he'd never seen this. But curiosity--and something else, something darker and more insistent--made him keep looking.
He scrolled through the open tabs. More videos, all with similar themes. Bubble-butt women getting fucked hard, guys dirty-talking about breeding and filling them up, loud moaning and wet slapping sounds. Silas felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants.
Then he opened the browser history.
Oh fuck.
His dad had been busy. There were dozens of links, maybe hundreds, all from the past few weeks. Silas scrolled through them, his breath coming faster. More breeding porn. Hentai--lots of it, with exaggerated curves and over-the-top scenarios. And then...
Videos tagged with "18+" and "barely legal" and "tight teen ass."
Silas's cock was getting hard now, pressing against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. He shifted on the couch, his mind racing.
His dad was into this. His dad was into young, tight asses and breeding fantasies. His dad was upstairs right now, probably lying in bed with his massive cock hard, thinking about...
Thinking about what?
Silas bit his lip. He'd always known his dad was hot. It was impossible not to notice. Grant was six-foot-five of pure muscle, with dark wavy hair that was just starting to show a little gray at the temples, a neatly trimmed beard that made his strong jaw even more pronounced, and piercing blue eyes that could make Silas feel like he was being seen right through. His body was incredible--huge pecs that strained against every shirt he wore, massive arms that could lift Silas like he weighed nothing, powerful legs that came from years of playing football in college.
And his cock. Fuck, his cock.
Silas had caught glimpses of it over the years--walking past the bathroom when the door wasn't quite closed, or that one time when Grant had come out of his bedroom in just a towel and it had slipped a little. It was huge. Easily eleven inches, thick and uncut, the kind of cock that made Silas's mouth water even though he knew he shouldn't be thinking about his own dad that way.
But now, staring at the porn on his dad's iPad, Silas couldn't stop thinking about it.
Grant was single. He'd been single for over a year now, after his last girlfriend had moved out. Silas had noticed how tense his dad had been getting lately, how his eyes would linger a little too long on attractive women when they were out in public, how he'd started working out even more than usual, like he was trying to burn off excess energy.
Grant was sexually frustrated. Pent up. Desperate.
And Silas had a tight, smooth bubble butt that guys at school couldn't keep their hands off.
The thought hit him like a lightning bolt, and suddenly Silas was rock hard, his cock straining against his sweatpants. He looked down at himself--his smooth, toned body, his perky pecs, his narrow waist. He thought about the way the straight jocks at school were always playfully grabbing his ass, slapping it, squeezing it, making jokes about how "thicc" he was. He thought about how Rowan went absolutely feral when Silas wore certain underwear, the kind that made his ass look round and perfect and fuckable.
He thought about his dad watching porn of tight teen asses getting bred.
Oh fuck.
Silas closed the browser and set the iPad down carefully, his hands shaking slightly. His mind was spinning with possibilities, with images he knew he shouldn't be entertaining but couldn't stop.
What if he could seduce his dad?
What if he could make Grant want him the way Grant clearly wanted those girls in the videos?
What if he could get his dad's huge cock inside him?
Silas squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. This was insane. This was wrong. This was his dad.
But fuck, he wanted it.
He wanted it so badly.
Over the next few days, Silas started making changes.
Subtle at first. He started wearing tighter clothes around the house--small athletic shorts that rode up and showed off the curve of his ass, tank tops that clung to his chest and made his perky pecs look even more prominent. He made sure to bend over in front of his dad when he was getting something from the fridge, made sure to stretch in ways that showed off his body.
Grant noticed.
Silas could tell. He'd catch his dad's eyes lingering on his ass when he walked by, or dropping to his chest when Silas wore a particularly tight shirt. Sometimes Grant would clear his throat and look away quickly, like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. But other times, he'd just stare, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with something that looked a lot like hunger.
Silas started being more physical, too. He'd brush against his dad when they passed in the hallway, letting their bodies touch for just a moment longer than necessary. He'd compliment Grant's body--"Damn, Dad, your arms are huge. You've been working out even more?"--and watch the way his dad's eyes would flicker with something that might have been pride or might have been something else entirely.
And Grant started touching back.
It started with playful ass-slaps when Silas walked by. Just quick, casual smacks that could have been totally innocent, the kind of thing a dad might do to his son without thinking. But they started happening more often. And they started lingering, Grant's big hand cupping Silas's ass for just a second before pulling away.
Then there was the time Grant had lifted Silas up to reach something on a high shelf, his huge hands gripping Silas's waist, his fingers splaying across Silas's smooth skin where his shirt had ridden up. Silas had felt his dad's breath on the back of his neck, had felt the heat of Grant's body pressed against his back, and he'd had to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
The tension was building. Silas could feel it every time they were in the same room, this electric charge in the air that made his skin prickle and his cock hard.
Rowan had noticed that Silas was distracted. "You okay, babe?" he'd asked one night after they'd fucked, Silas riding his boyfriend's thick nine-inch cock until they'd both came. "You seem like you're somewhere else."
"I'm fine," Silas had lied, kissing Rowan to shut him up. "Just stressed about school."
But he wasn't thinking about school. He was thinking about his dad. He was thinking about Grant's huge cock and his massive hands and the way he looked at Silas now, like he was trying not to want something he knew he shouldn't have.
Silas was playing with fire, and he knew it.
But he didn't care.
The night it finally happened, Grant had been drinking.
Not a lot--just a couple of beers while watching a football game in the living room. But it was enough to make him a little looser, a little less guarded. Silas had sat with him for a while, wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a fitted t-shirt, and he'd felt his dad's eyes on him the whole time.
When the game ended, Grant had stood up and stretched, his shirt riding up to show a sliver of his flat stomach and the trail of dark hair that led down into his jeans. "I'm heading to bed," he'd said, his voice a little rough. "Don't stay up too late."
"I won't," Silas had replied, watching his dad walk away, admiring the way his broad shoulders moved, the way his ass looked in those jeans.
Silas waited twenty minutes. Then he went to his room and stripped down to nothing but a pair of underwear--the slutty ones, the ones that were basically just a pouch in the front and a thin string in the back that disappeared between his ass cheeks. Rowan went absolutely feral for these. They made Silas's ass look incredible, round and smooth and perfect.
Silas looked at himself in the mirror. His heart was pounding. His cock was already half-hard, making the pouch bulge obscenely.
This is it, he thought. No going back after this.
He took a deep breath and walked down the hallway to his dad's bedroom.
The door was closed but not locked. Silas knocked softly, then pushed it open without waiting for an answer.
Grant was lying in bed, propped up against the headboard with his phone in his hand. He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of boxer briefs that did absolutely nothing to hide the massive bulge of his cock. His chest was incredible--huge pecs covered in a light dusting of dark hair, broad shoulders, thick arms that looked like they could break Silas in half.
When Grant looked up and saw Silas standing in the doorway wearing nothing but those slutty underwear, his eyes went wide. His phone slipped from his hand and landed on the bed beside him.
"Silas," he said, his voice rough and low. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Silas stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He could see his dad's eyes roaming over his body--his smooth chest, his perky pecs, his narrow waist, his long legs. And his ass. Grant's eyes lingered on Silas's ass, and Silas saw his dad's cock twitch in his boxers, growing harder.
"I know you're pent up, Dad," Silas said softly, walking closer to the bed. "I know you need to let loose."
Grant's jaw tightened. "Silas, this is--this is wrong. You need to go back to your room."
But even as he said it, his hand was sliding down his stomach, slipping into his boxers. Silas watched as his dad started stroking himself, his eyes still locked on Silas's body.
"You don't want me to leave," Silas said, climbing onto the bed. "I can see how hard you are, Dad. I can help you with that."
"Fuck," Grant breathed, his hand moving faster in his boxers. "Silas, we can't--"
"We can," Silas interrupted, crawling closer. "We should."
He reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his dad's boxers, pulling them down slowly. Grant's cock sprang free, and Silas's breath caught in his throat.
It was even bigger than he'd imagined. Eleven inches, easily, thick and heavy and uncut. The head was flushed dark red, already leaking precum. It was the most beautiful cock Silas had ever seen.
"Holy fuck, Dad," Silas whispered, wrapping both hands around the shaft. His fingers didn't even come close to meeting. "You're so fucking big."
Grant groaned, his hips lifting off the bed. "Silas, baby, we shouldn't--"
"Shh," Silas said, leaning down and letting a long string of spit drip from his lips onto the head of his dad's cock. He used both hands to stroke it slowly, spreading the spit down the shaft, and he pushed his arms together so his pecs squeezed together, making them look even bigger and smoother.
Grant's eyes locked onto Silas's chest, and he licked his lips. "Fuck," he breathed. "Your body is so fucking perfect."
Silas smiled and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his dad's cock. "You like my pecs, Daddy?" he asked, his voice sweet and innocent even as he stroked that massive cock with both hands.
"Fuck yes," Grant groaned. "I love them. I love your whole fucking body. This is so wrong, baby, we need to stop--"
But Silas didn't stop. He opened his mouth and took the head of his dad's cock between his lips, sucking gently, tasting the salty precum that was leaking steadily now. Grant's hand came up to grip Silas's hair, not pulling, just holding, like he couldn't help himself.
Silas took more, sliding his lips down the thick shaft, feeling it stretch his mouth wide. He'd sucked Rowan's cock plenty of times, but this was different. This was bigger, thicker, and it was his dad's cock, which made it so much hotter.
He gagged when the head hit the back of his throat, but he didn't pull off. He relaxed his throat and pushed down further, taking more, choking and moaning around the thick length.
"Oh fuck, Silas," Grant groaned, his grip on Silas's hair tightening. "Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby. So wet and tight. Fuck, we shouldn't be doing this, but you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth."
Silas moaned and looked up at his dad, his eyes watering from the effort of taking so much cock. Grant's chest was heaving, those huge pecs rising and falling with each ragged breath, and Silas couldn't stop staring at them. His dad was so fucking hot, so masculine and powerful, and Silas wanted to worship every inch of him.
He pulled off with a wet pop and gasped for air, strings of spit connecting his lips to his dad's cock. Then he dove back down, taking it deeper, gagging and choking but not stopping. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, bobbing his head up and down, making it as wet and sloppy as possible.
Grant's hand guided him, pushing him down further, and Silas felt the head of his dad's cock push past his gag reflex and into his throat. He choked hard, his eyes rolling back, but Grant didn't let him pull off. He held Silas there, his cock buried deep in his son's throat, and groaned.
"Fuck, baby, you take it so well," Grant said, his voice rough and strained. "Such a good boy for Daddy. Fuck, your throat is so tight."
Silas's hands gripped his dad's thick thighs, his nails digging into the muscle as he struggled to breathe. His own cock was rock hard in those slutty underwear, leaking precum and making a wet spot on the fabric.
He arched his back, pushing his ass up in the air, and he felt his dad's other hand reach down to grab it. Grant's huge hand squeezed Silas's bubble butt hard, then delivered a sharp smack that made Silas moan around the cock in his throat.
"Fuck, your ass," Grant groaned, spanking Silas again, harder this time. "I've been staring at this perfect fucking ass for weeks, baby. Watching you walk around in those tiny shorts, teasing me. You've been such a little slut, haven't you?"
Silas moaned and nodded as much as he could with his throat stuffed full of cock. Grant spanked him again, then gripped his ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks, and Silas knew his dad could see everything--the thin string of his underwear, the smooth pink hole that was already twitching with need.
Grant started moving his hips, fucking up into Silas's mouth, and Silas just held still and let his dad use him. The thick cock pistoned in and out of his throat, making obscene wet sounds, and Silas gagged and choked but he loved it. He loved being used like this, loved feeling his dad's strength, loved the way Grant was losing control.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna--" Grant's grip on Silas's hair tightened, and he thrust up hard, burying his cock as deep as it would go. Silas's vision started to go dark around the edges, his lungs burning for air, and just when he thought he might pass out, Grant pulled him off.
Silas gasped and coughed, spit and precum dripping down his chin, and then his dad was grabbing him and pulling him up, kissing him hard and deep and possessive. Grant's tongue invaded Silas's mouth, tasting himself there, and he groaned into the kiss.
"You're playing with fire, baby," Grant growled against Silas's lips. "You know that?"
"I know, Daddy," Silas moaned, grinding his hard cock against his dad's abs. "I need you. Please. I need my daddy so bad."
Grant's eyes went dark with lust, and he flipped Silas onto his back, spreading his legs wide. Silas stared up at his dad's huge, muscular body as Grant positioned himself between Silas's thighs, and he'd never wanted anything more in his life.
"I hear you and Rowan," Grant said, his voice low and rough as he hooked his fingers into Silas's underwear and pulled them off, tossing them aside. "I hear him fucking you. I hear you moaning and begging for his cock. And every fucking time, I want to kick down your door, pull him off you, and slam my cock into you instead. I want to show you what a real man feels like."
"Fuck, Daddy," Silas whimpered, his hole clenching at the words. "Please. I want you so bad. I've wanted you for so long."
Grant leaned down and spit directly onto Silas's smooth pink hole, and Silas gasped at the sensation. His dad's spit was warm and wet, and Grant used his fingers to spread it around, rubbing Silas's entrance but not pushing inside yet.
"You sure about this, baby?" Grant asked, his voice softer now, almost tender. "Once I start, I'm not gonna be able to stop."
"I'm sure," Silas said, reaching up to grip his dad's huge biceps. "Please, Daddy. I need you inside me."
Grant positioned the head of his massive cock against Silas's hole and started pushing in.
The stretch was immediate and intense. Silas gasped and dug his nails into his dad's arms as that thick cockhead breached his entrance, forcing him open. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, the kind that made Silas's whole body light up with pleasure.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Grant groaned, pushing in slowly but steadily. "So fucking tight, baby. Your hole is gripping my cock so good."
Silas whimpered and tried to relax, tried to open up for his dad's huge cock, but it was so much. Rowan was big, but this was on another level entirely. This was the biggest cock Silas had ever taken, and it just kept going, inch after inch sinking into him.
"Daddy," Silas gasped, his eyes wide. "You're so big. Fuck, you're splitting me open."
"I know, baby," Grant said, leaning down to kiss Silas's neck, his beard scratching against Silas's smooth skin. "You're doing so good. Taking Daddy's cock so well. Just a little more."
He pushed in deeper, and Silas felt the head of his dad's cock push past some internal barrier, hitting that spot deep inside that made him see stars. His "second hole," the spot that Rowan could only reach if Silas was in just the right position.
But Grant reached it easily, and he wasn't even all the way in yet.
Silas's mouth fell open in a silent scream, his eyes rolling back as pleasure crashed over him in waves. He was gooning out, his brain short-circuiting from the intensity of being so completely filled.
"There we go," Grant groaned, finally bottoming out, his heavy balls pressed against Silas's ass. "Fuck, baby, you took all of it. Every fucking inch. You're such a good boy for Daddy."
Silas couldn't respond. He could barely breathe. He just lay there, impaled on his dad's massive cock, feeling so full he thought he might burst.
And then Grant pulled back and slammed in hard.
Silas squealed, his back arching off the bed, and Grant did it again, and again, setting a brutal pace that had Silas's whole body shaking. His perky pecs bounced with each thrust, and Grant's eyes locked onto them, watching them jiggle.
"Fuck, your pec tits are so sexy," Grant groaned, reaching down to pinch one of Silas's nipples. "I love watching them bounce while I fuck you. You're so fucking beautiful, baby. So perfect. This is so wrong, we should stop, but I can't. I can't stop fucking you. Your hole feels too good."
"Don't stop," Silas gasped, his hands gripping the sheets. "Please don't stop, Daddy. Fuck me harder. Use me."
Grant growled and picked up the pace, pounding into Silas with powerful thrusts that made the bed creak and slam against the wall. Silas was moaning constantly now, high-pitched whimpers and gasps that he couldn't control.
"This is so fucked up," Grant panted, his eyes wild. "You're my son. My baby boy. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be fucking you. But fuck, Silas, you feel so good. Your hole is perfect. Made for my cock."
"Yes, Daddy," Silas moaned. "I'm yours. Fuck me. Breed me."
Grant's eyes flashed with something dark and possessive, and he grabbed Silas's legs, pushing them up and back until Silas's knees were almost touching his chest. The new angle let Grant fuck even deeper, and Silas screamed.
"You want Daddy to breed you?" Grant growled, slamming in hard. "You want me to fill this tight little hole with my cum?"
"Yes!" Silas cried out. "Please, Daddy, breed me!"
Grant pulled out suddenly, and Silas whimpered at the loss. But then his dad was flipping him over onto his hands and knees, and Silas barely had time to brace himself before Grant was slamming back in from behind.
"Oh fuck!" Silas screamed, his back arching as his dad's cock hit even deeper in this position. Grant's hands gripped Silas's hips hard enough to bruise, and he started fucking with wild abandon, his hips slapping against Silas's bubble butt with loud, wet smacks.
Silas looked back over his shoulder and saw his dad's face--jaw clenched, eyes dark with lust, sweat dripping down his temples. Grant looked like a man possessed, like he'd finally given in to something he'd been fighting for too long.
"Your ass," Grant groaned, his eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing into Silas's hole. "Fuck, baby, your ass is perfect. So round and smooth. I've wanted to fuck this ass for so long. Wanted to bend you over and make you mine."
Silas pushed back against his dad's thrusts, meeting him stroke for stroke, and his ass bounced and clapped with each impact. He arched his back more, showing off, making his bubble butt look even better, and Grant groaned and delivered a sharp spank that made Silas yelp.
"Such a little slut," Grant said, spanking him again, harder. "Walking around in those tiny shorts, teasing me. You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted Daddy to lose control and fuck you."
"Yes!" Silas moaned, his arms giving out so his chest pressed against the bed, his ass still up in the air. "I wanted it so bad, Daddy. I've been dreaming about your cock for weeks."
Grant leaned over Silas's back, his huge body covering his son's smaller frame, and he turned Silas's head to kiss him deep and dirty. Their tongues tangled together as Grant kept fucking, slower now but just as deep, grinding into Silas's prostate with each thrust.
"Breed me, Daddy," Silas whimpered against his dad's lips. "Please. I need your cum inside me. Need you to fill me up."
Grant's hand fisted in Silas's hair, pulling his head back, and he growled in Silas's ear. "Beg for it. Beg Daddy to breed you."
"Please, Daddy," Silas moaned, his voice breaking. "Please breed me. Fill me up with your cum. I need it. I need you. Please, please, please--"
Grant was fucking him harder now, each thrust punishing, and Silas was lost in it, gooning out again, his brain turning to mush from the pleasure. He kept begging, kept moaning, kept pleading for his dad to breed him like the slut he was.
"Fuck, baby, I'm close," Grant groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna cum. Gonna--fuck--"
He pulled out suddenly, and Silas whimpered at the emptiness. But then Grant was flipping him onto his back again, straddling his chest, his huge cock right in Silas's face.
Silas looked up at his dad--at his massive body, his heaving chest, his face twisted in pleasure--and reached up to stroke that huge cock with both hands.
"Cum for me, Daddy," Silas whispered. "Cum all over me."
Grant groaned, his head falling back, and then he was cumming. Thick ropes of hot, creamy cum erupted from his cock, splattering across Silas's chest, his pecs, his neck, his face. It was so much cum, more than Silas had ever seen, and it just kept coming, coating Silas's smooth skin in white.
The sensation of his dad's cum hitting his chest sent Silas over the edge, and he came too, his own cock spurting untouched, adding to the mess on his stomach.
Grant milked the last drops from his cock and then smacked it against Silas's chest, the heavy weight making a wet sound against Silas's cum-covered pecs.
They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, and then Grant climbed off and stood beside the bed. He looked down at Silas--at his son, covered in cum, hole still twitching and leaking spit--and his expression was unreadable.
"Go shower," Grant said, his voice rough and low.
Silas blinked up at him, his heart sinking a little. "Dad--"
"Now, Silas," Grant said, turning away. "Go."
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