OnlySons

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Nine subscribers.  Nine fucking subscribers. What a joke.

Oliver James sighs and slams his cheap-ass laptop shut.  His girlfriend, Holly had 300 subscribers and was able to live, and save, save significantly, from the income she received from Pandora.com, the worlds most popular sexual content subscription service. A pang of failure, jealousy maybe, bubbled in his gut.  He starts to sort through the piles of envelopes on his desk, most are marked FINAL NOTICE or OVERDUE.  A mechanic, Oliver had lost his job in the pandemic and was struggling, really struggling, to find another.  His bills were mounting up and he’d had to rely on Holly to pay his rent last month and cover a lapsed credit card payment.  He felt like a loser, a parasite.  In the absence of a job this was his only shot: 

“C’mon Ollie” he whispers  to himself and rises from the desk.  He’s early twenties, a mop of blonde hair framing an incredibly handsome face,  dappled with ash- blonde stubble.  His body is taut, gym fit, smeared in baby oil and clad only in a pair of white jockeys. The baby oil he had applied earlier had moistened the fabric so that the flesh of his semi, his blonde mess of public hair was partially visible through the material, teasing what was underneath. He positions his camera on the desk and throws himself back onto his double bed.

“You like what you see ladies? Subscribe to my Pandora account” Masculine, playful, assertive with a playful wink thrown in.

He flashes a cheeky grin and toys with the boner growing in his pants. A single trickle of baby oil dribbles from a nipple down over his pecs as he starts to roughly grab at the material, his cock now stiff and twitching, its form rigid against the tight material of his CK’s. He spreads his legs wide and slowly, seductively pulls the waistband lower and lower with a single thumb until nine inches of thickly veined meat boings proudly from beneath.  He spits onto his palm and lubricates his hardened dick with several wet strokes, the saliva overflowing from his grip, squelching over his glistening  head as he uses his other hand to slide his pants down his lightly furred thighs. His strokes become harder, his legs spread wider.  He winks at the camera:

“You want this in your pussy?”He says it deep, serious.  

He’s starting to writhe in pleasure as the eviction notice slides underneath the front door.

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“Gay bait?”

Two weeks later Ollie’s sitting in his family kitchen, talking to Holly on the phone whilst his Dad slams around clearing up after breakfast, his passive aggressive way of communicating that he wasn’t delighted at having his 23 year old man-child back at home.

“Yeah Ollie, you’re cutting out half of your audience babe.”

“But I’m not gay or bi”

“Neither am I, Ollie but the pictures of me in bed with another girl netted me 500 quid last month”

He realised his Dad, David had stopped clearing up and was clearly listening to his conversation, his big back hunched over the sink, motionless :

“See you at yours in 10, Hols” he said, pulling on a baseball cap.

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Holly wipes his Jizz from her tits with a tissue and, fully naked, rises from her bed to turn the tripod mounted camera off.  She’s still panting a little, fulfilled and  seemingly satisfied for once.  Ollie felt differently, sex had been mechanical and unimaginative for him since Holly had been filming it.  Today’s video would also be going on his Pandora account and would hopefully net him some subscribers, if not he was gonna have to sell his car.

“You OK?”

She’s pulled on a gown, but her body is still exposed. Her tits were amazing, her abs descended into the tightest pussy Ollie had ever experienced, yet he had felt that her obsession with subscribers and suitable lighting “scenarios” for their sex had tainted them somehow. Maybe, he thought, he was a just  bit down because of his financial situation.  Things would feel better soon. Right?”

“Yeah all good”

“I got that thing with Lorna and Greg tonight, so I’ll see you tomorrow"

Holly was making a porn video with a female friend and her partner.  His invite must have got lost in the post. He knew it wasn’t officially cheating, but it didn’t feel good.  Holly had wanted more sexual partners to encourage new subscribers, so he didn’t feel like he could stop her or complain.  It was her job now.

“OK, babe I’ll catch you tomorrow” He said. Knowing he wasn’t good enough for her anymore. Knowing it was over.

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Ollie’s in his childhood room.  He’s splayed on the bed, camera on him, his big cock twitching.  He moves his hand from his dick and slicks two fingers in his mouth.  Spreading his legs wider, he shuffles further onto his back and teases his hole with the spit-lubed fingers.  It felt amazing, kinda dirty but erotic in a way he’d never felt before: He’d never experienced anything anal, never wanted to but damn it felt so fucking gooood as they slid inside him.

“Ugghhhhmmmm”  

The pleasure was genuine.  This wasn’t just for the camera.

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"Ahhhhh”  Deeper now, in and out, the spit splurging out of his virgin hole as every muscle in his oil slicked body contorted in a new pleasure

“You like that...boys?” he bites down on his full, pink bottom lip.

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“Mmmmmmmm”

With that the door to his room swung open.  It was his Dad.

"Awwww, Dad!  What the fuck! Seriously?!”

David looked horrified; as Ollie frantically covered his lower body in his quilt, he covered his eyes with a big hairy hand. 

 “Son? What on Earth are you doing?”

“For fucks sake, Dad I’m on Pandora.  You can look now Dad, I’m decent”

David sat on the bed and looked into the camera on the table opposite and back at Ollie.

“Are you this broke?”

“Yeah Dad.  I’m this skint. I have been telling you! My girlfriends probably gonna leave me. I’m living with my Mum and Dad AND I can’t find another job.  Everything’s shit right now”

“Ollie, I’m so sorry, son”

“It’s OK Dad.  Its just until I find work”

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Dave kisses the top of Ollies head and pulls him into a hug. Ollie is struck by how good it feels to have his head rest on the fur of his Dads chest, exposed through his dressing gown.  Warm and soft. He’s just showered and  smells of the kind of old-school aftershave that older men wear; classic, masculine.

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He noticed his errection growing again, felt his own spit dribbling from his hungry ass under the duvet and pulls away from his Dad, who continues to stroke his hair.

"We’ll get this sorted Ollie.  Let me and your Mum lend you a couple of grand and....“

"Jesus. I don’t want fucking charity, Dad.  I want to make my own money and have my own place”

"Well you’re welcome to stay with Mum and I for as long as you need, mate...OK?"  David lifts himself from the bed and goes to leave the room.

"Dad.  Don’t tell Mum I’m on Pandora, what....what I’ve been doing”

“Our secret, mate” Dave says it sincerely and closes the door gently.

His dick is pulsating now, he should have been embarrassed but he just wanted to cum.  He could still smell his Dad’s aftershave.  He was about to facetime Holly for a wank when he noticed his subscriber numbers on Pandora. “What the actual Fuck?”

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I’m sorry Babe.  I need to think about my brand.  I’ll never forget what we had.  All the best×

Dumped by text.  In a month of new lows this was the icing on the cake, although his old man catching him finger banging himself last night ran a close second.

“She was a slag anyway, your Mother hated her; you’re better off without her, Ollie”

Ollie’s Dad had no filter.  Years of running his chain of premium night clubs had left him sure of his own voice and with an inbuilt bullshit detector.  He was standing in the kitchen in a  T-shirt and baggy Dad-Boxers sipping an expresso. Dave was 58 and looked good on it:  He had always taken care of himself.  A couple of months ago Ollie had walked in on him getting out of the shower. His body, moist, glistening in the steam, was beefy but in great shape, a big defined chest covered in silver hair and big furry thighs.  He wasn’t embarrassed when Ollies eyes accidently drifted to his glistening length.  It had left Ollie flustered for reasons he couldn’t explain, had occupied his subconscious in the same way as the feel of his Dads scent, his tangled chest hair on his cheek, last night.  His eyes drifted to his Dads boxer shorts as he spoke, he could vaguely see its form, remembering how big it was that day in the shower, before pushing the thought to the back of his mind.  Ollie looked up from the table:

“I’m gonna go gym, Dad.  Thanks for coffee”

“Wait for Mum to leave Ollie, I want to show you something, It’ll only take five minutes, mate”

Almost on cue, Ollie’s Mum Olivia breezed into the kitchen pecked Dave on the cheek and did the same to Ollie before grabbing a slice of toast and leaving for work.

“What do you want to show me, Dad?”

The attic was lit by a single slatted window letting in isolated beams of light.  Dave ran a hand through his short grey hair and began to rifle through a pile of old boxes. Ollie sat on an upturned crate as his Dad exclaimed:

“Here it is!”

Ollie couldn’t help but notice the hard roundness of his Dads ass-cheeks pushing against his frayed old shorts as he bent over, the thick hair that lined his big muscular legs.Dave grabbed a box and sat next to Ollie, their bare knees pushed into the others as He placed the box over both of their laps:

“I wanted to show you this”

He opened the faux leather box.  Inside were yellowing magazines and VHS tapes.  Ollie grabbed a handful of the magazines and leafed through the covers.  Then it hit him.

“Dad?  Fuck, Dad!”

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The cover of one of the magazines showed a younger Dave, legs spread, hand concealing his junk, in a thong showing off his hairy hole, on another he’s balls deep in a sexy nun, on another he’s shagging a blonde in a shower.

”Dave Dong?” Ollie smiled.

“Long time before I met your Mum, I was on my arse like you are now.  Did porn for a bit to make ends meet; It ended up paying for my first business.  That’s what they called me.  Made a real name for myself in the UK porn industry at the time.  I even did some guy on guy stuff in the eighties to make ends meet.  I just wanted you to know there was no shame in doing it or appealing to...men and if you need a hand, any advice to just.....ask me."

Dave rests a big hand on his sons leg stroking the hair with gentle fingers: 

"Wanted you to know that Mum and I are proud of you no matter what”

The slight, absent minded stroking made Ollies’s dick tingle, instead of pushing it to the back of his mind he nurtured it, he could feel his errection growing, pushing against his gym shorts, throbbing at the barest touch. It felt good. He could smell his aftershave again.

"To be honest, Dad most of my Pandora fans come from you walking in on me the other night.  I wondered how it had happened.  Now I get it”

"That’s not for me. Noone watching Pandora is gonna remember Dave fucking Dong.  Inter-generational stuff is a big thing in porn.  It’s the titillation of it, Son.  I heard you talking to Holly about gay baiting, maybe we could Dad-Son bait them make you some money. Ollie we have to have a line, you’re my Son, I know you aint queer and I genuinely think I could help”

“OK”

“Mums out til 5.  You up for getting you some subscribers, son?”

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Ollie's in the shower he’s wearing a jockstrap. Dave had told him to have the same eye contact with the camera that he would have with a girl he was fucking, to keep his mouth open, to keep moistening his lips with his tongue. It felt ridiculous at first but when his Dad took his shirt off it opened something inside of Ollie. 

“C’Mon Ollie. You’re gorgeous, mate act like it and do the line” 

His Dad was standing next to a tripod and holding the camera. Another was positioned behind Ollie in the shower. Ollie licked his lips and directed sultry eyes at the camera. He poured some shower gel onto his hands and smeared it onto his muscular body, sliding his foamed hands down to his massive errection, clearly visible in his jock. He then turns and shows a perfect, soap-slicked butt to the camera, to his Dad.

“Nice, Ollie” Dave mouthed.

Holly had never complemented him and his confidence had been on the floor for so long that the compliments from his Dad had made him feel better, sexier. He appreciated how weird that would sound to somebody else. To anybody else.

“Some game of football, Son” Dave shouts from ‘offscreen’ placing the camera on the tripod.

“Sure was, Dad. Can you get my back?”

“Course, Son”

Dave’s in just a tight fitting pair of white boxers and steps under the steam behind his Son. He empties the shower gel onto his hands and slowly massages it onto Ollie’s back and sides. Ollie gasps when his Father’s fingertips brush his nipples before continuing to massage the suds into his back. Ollie hopes his Dad didn’t hear but Dave had heard it. Had felt, in that second, a desire in both of them that was too filthy, too wrong for words.

“Thanks Dad”

“Fine, Son”

With that Dave leaves the shower. He doesn’t want to but he does.

“Dad....?” Ollie felt like asking him to shut off the camera and get back in yet, simultaneously knew that he wouldn’t, couldnt.

“We got some good footage, Ollie let’s go and upload this to Pandora and see if it makes a difference, mate”

The footage was perfect. It took 20 minutes to edit and upload it. Dave said he needed to get to work and they’d see each other at dinner. A part of Ollie was disgusted that for a second he had been secretly turned on by his own Dad. He couldn’t let it happen again. Like Dad said they needed a line. Ollie thought that he needed a girl, not a girlfriend, rather a fuck buddy or something shallow. He was just horned up and low.

Later that evening Ollie checks Pandora and does a literal double take:

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He races downstairs with the laptop to show his Dad. He’s in the living room of he sofa with Ollie’s Mum. They’re entwined in the other, watching TV, her in his big arms. The sight of it made Ollie feel guilty. It was guilt. It definitely wasn’t jealousy of his own mother, right? He left to go upstairs before they noticed him. Swerving his room he takes the stairs to the attic, opening his Dad’s special box he removes a VHS called Gay Hot Shots vol. 4 and finds a VHS player amongst some other junk on a shelf. 

Downstairs Olivia asks Dave if he wants an early night, squeezing his thigh.

"I’m knackered. Raincheck though"

"Raincheck" she smiles as he rises and walks to the bathroom, he throws a glance up the staircase to Ollie’s room as he closes the door. Ollie’s inside his room, the VHS player hooked up to the TV. A grainy picture shows his Dad tounging a black guy with a full afro. Ollie is beyond hard, naked on the bed. His pulsating dick drooling a single strand of sticky pre-cum down its veined shaft.‘Dad’ He whispers. Noone on his live feed could have heard. Known what he was watching.

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Downstairs Dave’s jeans fall heavily to his boots, followed by his pants. The bathroom is dark and hes standing in front of the toilet. His cock, like his Sons is pulsating with a taboo desire, a raw need. Before he starts to masturbate he reaches into the laundry bin next to him, fishing around in the dark. 

Ollie is watching this grainy footage of his Dad from years ago, spreading the legs of this guy and, slowly, feeding his lubed up dick into his greedy ass. As this huge black, bobbing, cock smears goo over Dave’s hairy abs, his retro bush of public hair, Ollie's Dad Grinds into his body with raw abandon, leaning over and deep kissing this dude as he fucks him. Ollie’s fapping furiously now as a wet finger snakes down into his ass, what was gentle and exploratory before was now aggressive, violent.

“Mmmmmmm”

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With each thrust of his finger, with each pound if his cock he realised he wanted his Dad to do that to him, wanted him inside of him.

“Ahhhhhmmmmmmmmmmnnmmnnnnn!”

At the moment Ollies writhing body convulsed in live-streamed completion, Dave Shot a heavy load into the darkness of the bathroom. He hears it splatter against porcelain. Awakening, shaking with desire and dark intention he growls his only Sons name into the wet, worn jockstrap held tightly to his nose.

“Mmmmm, Ollie”

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