#Gay #Incest #Tween #Virgin
By Phoenix Luster
You don’t deserve a summary. Read the story and find out for yourself, whore.
This one is a work of pure fiction/fantasy.
With a freshly satiated stomach from a ham, lettuce tomato, cucumber and mayo sandwich my wife had made me, I let out a strong sigh of relief as the hot shower water hit my body. My built up tension from a long work week seemed to melt away as the water traveled towards my feet. It had been a long week of work. I had barely seen my wife for pretty much all of it. Twelve hour shifts will do that to a couple. I was looking forward to reconnecting quite soon and perhaps even a little bit of action. But overwhelmingly I just wanted my wife’s company. To see her animated face. To hear her soft, gentle voice. Maybe stare a lil at her delectable ass. Mmmm, I hummed as the feeling of bottomless fatigue was quickly being replaced by the slight tension of heightened blood pressure. Just enough to give an edge and cancel out the weariness of my soar calves.
“Dad!?” I heard through the noise of the shower. I peaked my head out of the shower door so I could hear better and replied “That you Darren?”
“Yeah dad, it’s me. I’ve got a chess tournament I need to go to pretty soon and I really need a shower.”
”There’s another shower down stairs, use that one.” I said sternly, not wanting to share.
“That one is clogging again. Can’t use it” He replied very sharply.
“Then you can use the shower after I’m done. I won’t be long. Five minutes. Tops.”
“Come on dad, I gotta go in half an hour.”
“Dan, let the boy shower with you, he just wants some time with you. He hasn’t seen you all week either. You’re both boys, so what’s the problem?” Said my darling wife in a soft voice yet clearly audible volume.
”Oh honey. Baby. Guys don’t shower with guys, it’s weird.”
“Girls shower with girls all of the time. That’s never weird. Come on Dan, just let the boy shower and spend some time with you. Then we can spend some quality time ourselves while our precious little boy is at the chess tourney.”
I’ll admit, my loins stirred at that because my mind picked up on the subtle tone in her words.
”Yeah dad, she’s been doing that pathetic, lonely mumble all week too. I know you want to.”
”And what the hell do you know boy?” I blurted, curious about just how much he picked up on.
“I dunno, go bake some cookies with her or watch a movie or somethin’, or give each other lurgies like couples do.”
‘Heh’, I thought to myself. ‘School Sex ed isn’t any good at all is it.’
I sighed, knowing mine was a losing cause and said “Fine, fine, get in here”
He was stripped and inside the shower in mere seconds. The way he walked after he stripped somehow drew my eye, like it was a more pronounced walk than usual but my mind couldn’t quite pick up on why or articulate what was different.
As he opened the shower door and stepped inside he said “Thankyou daddy. I really appreciate the help.” Something about that caught me off guard but still I could not put a finger on why.
At first we took turns being under the water for a few seconds at a time. It was a little awkward as I tried very much not to allow any form of physical connection between him and me at that moment as if there would be a plague outbreak otherwise.
Each time he took his turn I noticed his general figure. I hadn’t seen him naked in years now, not since he was a streaking little three year old, running across the house with nothing on every chance he got. Now that he was eleven, a boy that should be on the dawn of puberty, to my eyes, he had a somewhat feminine figure. His legs were dainty and didn’t have a trace of hair on them yet, which gave a very feminine vibe.
His ass was slightly rounded. Not sharp like a mans. His arms were the same as his legs for the most part and his torso did nothing to present him as particularly male yet.
He turned around and our eyes met. He smiled up at me as he rubbed soap off of his stomach and moved on to his balls. Did he realize I was checking him out? Is that why he smiled like that?
He turned around again, quickly and I took my turn. “Daddy?”
There it was again, that disarming tone in his voice. What the hell was it? “Yes Darren?”
“Will I get a six pack like that someday?” He asked casually, turnt again and put a hand on my abs. A part of me jumped out of my skin at the contact, instinctually repulsed. Part of me wanted to yell a bit but I caught myself and realized that I grew up in a very homophobic society so maybe I was just overreacting because of that. This was my son after all and he’s just being curios. It’s natural for a boy to wonder what kind of man he will become and if that future man will be anything like the father he sees now.
“Probably. But you’ll have to work for it.”
He got a little closer, not skin contact close but, inside my bubble close. Close enough that the fall of water was also touching his main trunk.
“They’re so hard daddy. I want to be as strong as you when I grow up.” My neck hairs were already up on end. My breath slightly caught in my throat. I could feel the slight sensation of building arousal. But how? I’m not into guys. I’ve never even fantasized about experimenting sexually with another male.
It was then that I really drank in just how feminine his face was too. He was a perfect reflection of my wife at his age. A soft jawline, more feminine than male and a soft voice that only a young boy could possess with the crystal clear and impassioned eyes of a child. His nose was small too, almost, but not quite a button nose. Which completed the feminine face quite nicely.
I caught a brief glimpse of a smile as he turned around. Or was it a smirk? Was a thought I’d had much later on. Was he looking at my dick? I then noticed that the more I tried to suppress my arousal, the more my dick awakened. ‘Whhhyyy was this happening?’ Was the thought rattling around, somewhere in the back of my mind.
“Daddy, could you help me scrub my back? I can’t reach it very well.”
I agreed and already had my hands on his back before I even fully registered the question.
He leaned slightly forward and put his hands on the shower wall as I worked on his back, feeling my dick make contact with his ass as he shifted his angle. I was both too enamoured with his back and just aroused enough that my dick was starting to take over some of my thought processes. So any protestation right now was very much a subconscious thought at this point. Heck, it even felt a little nice as I felt my semi-awakened dick harden fully into a nestled position in between his thighs.
His back was so soft to the touch as I rubbed soap onto his back. The skin, pristine. Like an unblemished portrait of an ice lake, surrounded by snow and mountains. Perhaps a result of my wifes careful dietary management. He had a strong back, if nothing else, but it was supple and soft rather than hard and blokey like a normal mans.
As my hand moved downward on his back a contented moan left his mouth. I then noticed how pronounced his ass was. It curved horizontally outwards slightly from the rest of his torso. As the thought entered my mind my hands just kept moving downwards on his back and onto his ass until I cupped a cheek in each hand. In that moment each cheek felt full, rounded and made a nice curve outwards from his torso to join up with his thighs. Only briefly. I caught myself and immediately moved my hands back upward as naturally as possible while I yelled inwardly at myself, ‘What the fuck are you doin’ dude, that’s your son. You have a loving wife!’
“Daddy.”
”Y… yes Darren?”
“Would you hate me if I was gay?”
“Wha… N… What? Huh?” In the back of my mind was the thought ‘THAT was the question? You’re just going to pretend I didn’t just grope your ass while my hard dick was between your thighs?’
Darren hesitated for a moment before repeating, “I said, would you hate me if I was gay? Instead of a normal, straight, white, cis male?”
I could hear a drop of fear in his voice and I could feel his whole body clench, including his ass cheeks around my fully inflated dicks head, which did nothing to help deflate it. My breathing which had been steady until now became steadily less so as we continued. He hadn’t mentioned anything about it yet. The fact that the head of my inflated dick was wedged between his legs that is. Was he oblivous to the implication or did he simply not care? His question raised that curious question in my own head.
“No, my son, I would not hate you for being gay. What makes you ask this? You should know I will always love you. No matter what. Though I’ll admit, it might take some getting used to if you decide that’s the direction you wanna go.”
“Because I see all of the hate directed at gay men on the media and at the church conventions and my friends pick on people in school that come out as gay. I’ve heard parents say that if their sons turned gay they may as well have had terminations.” I’ve been absently massaging his lower back as we’ve been talking . Soap still on my hands and the soft sensation of his skin an undertone or maybe an afterthought somewhere in the depths of my mind the entire time. All the while the sensations around my dicks head grew sharply more intense. I didn’t quite register it in the moment but he was imperceptibly moving his thighs back and forth on my cocks crown, enough that I’d feel it on my dick but not so much that I’d be able to see it.
I hesitated for a moment to get the words out. My consciousness was locked onto this seemingly very intimate conversation but my sub-conscious was reveling in the pleasure, paying no attention to the source, only the result.
“That’s a cruel and wicked thing for them to say and they don’t deserve children if that’s their view on life. I’ll love you no matter what Darren. You are my child, even if I get raging pissed at you in the future, I’ll still love you underneath it.” My hands move to the sides of his waist as I try to comfort and reassure him.
“That makes me happy daddy.” He releases the wall and leans back into me, his soaped up and very smooth, slick thighs engulf the rest of my five inches as my dicks head pushes up against his balls. Along my shaft and right upto the hilt. His soapy ass cheeks make contact with my hips and I let out a slight groan as he continued talking, “because daddy, I’m very much as bent as a crowbar. I’ve known for a while now. I think. Sex ed filled in the missing pieces. The trannies that were there said they felt all of the same things I’ve been feeling when they were around my age.”
Instinctually, as he moved backward, into me, my arms embraced him and my hands slithered like snakes from his hips, where they’d settled as I listened to him speak and sank into the feeling of arousal, to his stomach, just above his crotch. I held him as if he were my wife.
”Daddy… I like the feel of a thick, hard dick between my butt cheeks.” He said it as he massaged my dick with his thighs far less subtly than before. He was smiling, and let a single tear escape his eye “Give it to me daddy. Pretty please with my cherry on top.”
Something came over me in that moment. The same thing that had been slowly taking possession over my body from the beginning of this incestuous ordeal.
My breathing grew faster and heavier in that one instant as whatever was left of my inhibitions broke down, allowing a torrent to be unleashed. I nuzzled into my sons neck and then bit his ear. I shoved him forward and them rammed my dick straight up into him when I found his ass hole. I was all 5 inches in before he knew it. He stood on tip toes, his mouth agape as a cry of immeasurable pleasure escaped his lips. He was straight up crying now as I selfishly and repeatedly rammed my dick into his asshole.
I grabbed his shoulder length, dirty blonde hair and yanked it for leverage, just so I could shove it in that little bit deeper, that little bit harder. We could hear the slap of my hips clap into his ass cheeks as the pace got heavier and more heated until finally I felt him fully tense up around me. He had wanked to orgasm as my dick was in him and cried out with wreckless abandon whilst I felt his asshole clench around my crown, which triggered my own orgasm. We had only been fucking for all of maybe twenty seconds when he came all over the shower wall and I came heavily inside his asshole. I must have been orgasming for about another twenty seconds. The biggest, most intense orgasm of my entire life, right up inside my own son. I slowly caught my breath, the fatigue of the day coming back to visit me.
”Is everything ok in there?” Said my wife from the other side of the bathroom door.
“Uhh, yeah mum, everything is great. Dad just tickled me pink.”
“You pair of sillies. Told you it wouldn’t be so bad.” ‘If only you knew’, I thought to myself as the words left her mouth.
“Not a word about this to anyone, you hear? Or you’ll end up an orphan.”
“Yes daddy, it’ll be our dirty little secret.” He said it, still panting and looking extremely happy with himself. “Now that I’m all scrubbed clean, I’d better be off to win my chess tournament.”
As he left I stared hard at his arse while the thought of what we’d done really started to sink in. I leaned against the shower wall and sighed deeply. How in the fuck did I just let that happen? As I got off of the wall I felt slime on my backside. It was my sons sperm that I then quickly washed off of myself. My heart thundered in my chest like it was desperate to break free of my ribcage.
I took a little longer in the shower to collect myself before I left. Darren was leaving just as I’d stepped out of the bathroom in my nice heated towel and his mum was driving him, of course. I was happy with that since my mind was awash with a maelstrom of confused, lingering afterthoughts and as he left I noticed him throw something into the bin that, initially, I dismissed.
I then went to have a look at the other shower to fix it. As I investigated, I saw that the hair was clumped over the shower drains filter. It wasn’t inside the drain and the clumping patterns wasn’t consistent with a natural collection of hair at the bath/shower drain. It was clumped as if someone had simply dumped it there then wet it so that it would block out flow.
Had he strategized for that entire ordeal? I ran to the bin after having removed the hair to see an empty blister pack for viagra. It was clearly viagra, it said it on the blister pack. And there was a cardboard box a little further down, clearly also labelled for viagra.
‘Oh my god. Did I just get groomed and exploited by my own son?’ Are words that rang out inside my head. I had to take a seat as it all clicked into place for me.
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By Phoenix Luster
#Gay #Incest #Tween #Virgin
