Under the cover of darkness, I quietly masturbate, lost in a world of forbidden fantasy.
Suddenly, the hotel room floods with light, illuminating my solitary indulgence.
Dad's voice echoes through the sudden brightness, questioning my midnight activity.
"What'cha doin', boy? Jerkin’ your gerkin?"
I feign innocence, hoping to avoid detection.
"Nothing, Dad."
Dad pulls off the covers, exposing my naked form to the glare of the hotel lights.
“Doesn’t look like nothin’! Looks like someone’s enjoying himself right in the same room as his Dad! Someone’s a little pervert.”
My boxer-briefs around my ankle shift uncomfortably as I attempt to hide my growing erection beneath my palms.
Dad commands me to reveal my true state, ordering me to place my hands beside me.
“Put your hands back. Show your meat boner off! Let me see how big my boys grown.”
I reluctantly comply, exposing my throbbing member to the light.
“Well, well? Fuck. Looks my son is hungry for some good relief.”
Dad licks his lips and clenches his bulge.
“Keep your hands back while Dad helps you out?”
Then, in a shocking display of hypocrisy, Dad - the paragon of virtue and morality - climbs onto the bed, one knee at a time, crawls over and consumes my saliva slick meat whole.
“Mother fucker…Fuck. It feels so good!”
My eyes cross and I moan as Dad deeps throat me in one gulp.
“Fuckin’ A…Keep going Dad, it feels nasty good.”
As Dad continues to suckle my cock, I lose myself in the sensation of his hot, wet mouth.
I moan softly, the pressure building within me as he slurps my meat like a wet noodle until I'm nothing more than a quivering mass of ecstasy.
Breaking free from Dad's grasp, Our mouths meet in a passionate kiss, our tongues twirling together as we share my pre-juices.
I go down and taste him. Getting him hard for the event Dad is anticipating.
Finally, I submit to Dad's advances, spreading my legs and presenting my ass for his enjoyment.
Dad seizes the opportunity, plunging his cock into my tight hole.
“So fucking tight! Much tighter than your mother’s loose puss..” he gasps as he plunges in.
I moan with delight as Dad’s meat drains into me, coating my insides with his warm seed.
From that moment on, Dad and I eagerly anticipate each away game, knowing we'll have another chance to indulge our new forbidden passion.
#GayCest
Learning of my homosexuality stirs something perverted and primal within Dad.
His reaction is a maelstrom of conflicting emotions - disgust, fascination, and arousal.
Unable to reconcile these contradictions, he resorts to a compromise.
By night, he creeps into my bedroom, standing vigil over me as I sleep.
His cock grows harder and harder, urging him towards action.
Finally, he relents to his impulses, climbing on top of my bed, awakening me while stroking himself to completion atop me and my bedspread.
His warm seed splashes across my confused face, marking me as his territory.
Though he denies himself full consummation, the line between restraint and surrender blurs.
Soon, his resolve will crumble beneath the weight of his depraved desires
#GayCest
Dad claims he isn't gay, insisting instead,
"A warm pussy is a warm pussy! Your Dad just likes to fuck."
This distinction emboldens me to exploit his weakness.
“And I like to get fucked, two peas in a pod.”
Unaware of his sexual addiction, Mom remains oblivious to our taboo escapades.
As Dad's fantasies strike, I capitalize on his vulnerability, drawing him into our secret game.
“Fuck son, I’m getting hard again. I’m gonna need some pussy, pronto!”
Which ment it was time to stall Mom from coming home and interrupting us mid coitus.
“Hey you think you can pick up some milk we just ran out.” I texted pouring the gallon we just bought down the sink.
We dance around the truth, hiding our illicit trysts from prying eyes.
Our world becomes a thrilling balancing act, where the stakes are high but the reward is worth risking everything.
#GayCest