AUGUST 2010 | HENRY:

    "I really miss this place, you know that?" my big brother said to me as the two of us strolled up and down our suburban street.

    "Why, Boston not exciting enough for ya?" I asked.

    "It's too exciting sometimes. I'm sick of living with roommates, and loud neighbors… I prefer a quaint little place like this. Like Stag Meadow Lane."

    "Okay, Jared. You're 23 and you sound like you're 50," I teased him, putting my arm around his shoulder. It was a warm evening and we were both a bit sweaty – even outdoors I could feel his musk reach my nostrils. Jared was visiting our hometown for a few days, and clearly feeling nostalgic.

    "This is your last summer as a college student," he reminded me. "What do you plan on doing next year?"

    "I dunno, maybe move to Philly or New York, or come bother you in Boston," I said.

    "You are definitely not coming to live with me in Boston," my brother said and he pushed me away while laughing. We started play-fighting as we walked back to our parents' house, growing increasingly rowdier. Several times, my brother's T-shirt rode up to reveal his bare stomach, which was enough to put inappropriate thoughts in my mind. With Jared's cargo shorts hanging low on his hips, catching a glimpse of the top part of my brother's gray underwear made me even hornier. Before arriving home, we bumped into our neighbor, 13-year-old Rory Johnston, who was out walking the dog. We had a quick chat with him, teasing him about how grownup he looks now that he was almost as tall as us. He had recently let his hair grow long, obviously aiming (and succeeding) to look cool and probably impress some of the girls at his school.

    The following day, Jared and our mom went to Philadelphia for the day. With Dad out running errands as well, I saw an opportunity to engage in one of my old pastimes: sneaking into Jared's room for a good snoop. It was something I used to do in high school when I was horny: go into my brother's room and jerk off using his underwear, especially the dirty pair in the bottom of his closet that he used as a cum rag. I knew it was wrong, invading Jared's privacy like that, but I was a horny kid thinking with his dick. Now, at 21, some of those old demons came back to push me to perv out again. 

    Home alone, I snuck into my brother's room, which looked – and smelled – pretty much the same as when he lived here, except for the suitcase currently at the foot of his bed. Right next to it lay an abandoned pair of gray boxer briefs, and I recognized them as the ones Jared had on last night, the ones I'd caught a glimpse of while we were play-fighting in the street. With the weather being as hot as it was, I knew that they would be really nice and fragrant if I brought them up to my face. A moment later, I was proven right.

    I was still fully dressed, rubbing my growing cock through my shorts as I breathed in my brother's manly musk. But if I was gonna do this, I wanted to do it right. I knew Jared and Mom would be gone all day; the only person I ran the risk of being caught by was Dad… and I wasn't overly concerned about his reaction.

    I went back to my room and I quickly took all my clothes off. My cock – by now fully hard – bounced as I pulled down my shorts. Then, I took my favorite butt plug and applied some lube to it. Sex toys were something I had no access to as a teen, but ever since I'd bought my first butt plug I had been using it more often than not while masturbating in my dorm room at college. With the plug safely inside my ass and a bottle of poppers in my hand, I walked back to my big brother's room and knelt back down next to his bed, shoving his underwear in my face and kissing it like an old lover. 

    I jerked off like that for almost half an hour, sniffing on the poppers every now and then. At one point, I took a hit so strong that it made me woozy for a bit. I lost balance and bumped into the nightstand, making a picture frame fall flat on its surface with a loud bang. Apparently, I wasn't home alone by that point anymore. The noise had attracted my father's attention, who came into Jared's room wearing nothing but a pair of briefs, fresh out the shower.

    Although a small part of me worried about Dad's reaction, catching me acting like a grade-A perv in my brother's room, a much larger part of me was turned on by all this. Dad and I had already broken plenty of taboos over the past couple of months. Indeed, instead of yelling at me, my father ended up shoving his hard dick inside my mouth in a matter of minutes, feeding me his precum as he himself sniffed on Jared's worn boxer briefs, inhaling his own son's musk.

    When Dad noticed me playing with the plug inside my ass, he asked what I was doing back there. I pulled out the plug to show him, which clearly caught Dad by surprise.

    "Whoa! I didn't even know that was there!" he said.

    "Oh yeah. In the absence of a real dick, it has to do," I replied, licking my lips and looking up at my dad suggestively.

    "No absence of a real dick here," he replied, waving his hard member in front of my face.

    "Are you… saying what I think you're saying?" I asked, both my hard cock and my asshole throbbing with anticipation.

    My father towered over me, his handsome face marked by hesitation. On the one hand: he was presented an opportunity to drive his hard dick into my tight asshole, and I could tell he was tempted to do just that. On the other hand, he probably wondered if he could really do this with his own son. We'd done so much together already, including cumming down each other's throats, but having his cock inside my ass like that… it was next level.

    As my parent contemplated what to do, his dick seemed less hesitant. It throbbed right next to my face and I put my tongue out, slowly licking Dad's ball sack while working his boner with my right hand. 

    "Ahhh," Dad moaned in satisfaction, unable to fight the sexual energy in the room. "Show me that ass," he told me.

    I almost jumped, turning around and putting my head and shoulders down on the floor so my ass was pointing up. Reaching back, I spread open my cheeks and I flashed my pucker to Dad. Thanks to the plug and poppers, my hole was looser than it would normally be and I pushed it in and out, making it flex and wink. 

    "Fuck!" my father said. As far as I could see, he was licking his lips, all the while stroking his dick in what I hoped was preparation for penetration.

    "Get on your brother's bed," Dad said next and I obeyed. I lay on my stomach, placing my head where Jared's feet usually were when he slept. The fact that I could smell my big brother's presence on the bed only made me that much hornier.

    My father climbed on top of me, straddling me, sitting down on my thighs. His cock was directly over my asscrack, leaking precum into my cleft. I reached down for the bottle of poppers and took a hit, growing more and more excited by the second.

    "What's that?" my father asked me.

    "Just poppers. Here, take a hit," I told him, handing him the small glass bottle. I heard him inhale what was probably his first hit of poppers ever, and he placed the bottle back in my hand. 

    My father's inhibitions were finally gone. His cock started to slide between my cheeks, nearing my pulsating asshole. I was used to a top eating my ass before fucking me, but I didn't expect that from my straight dad. Besides, I was more eager to get down to business than I'd ever been! My hole yawned wider, inviting my dad's boner inside. Soon, his cockhead was making contact with my ass lips, which parted to give it a welcoming kiss. Like a kid sucking on a lollipop, my ass lips sucked on the rounded tip of my father's dick… until it started to slide inside. 

    "Aaaaah!!" I moaned out, feeling my father penetrate me little by little. I took another hit of poppers as I took two, three, then four inches of his manhood inside my hungry hole. He started to thrust back and forth, diving a bit further in with each forward thrust. 

    "I love you, Dad," I blurted out, feeling amazing as Dad's dick dove inside my ass and my own hard cock was rubbing against the mattress of my brother's bed. 

    "I love you too, Son," replied my father. His feet hooked themselves on the inside of my ankles and he leaned down with his upper body until he was kissing the back of my neck. I turned my head as much as I could, puckering my lips and accepting Dad's tongue inside my mouth. While we kissed, the last couple inches of his cock finally slipped inside my ass, making me let out a loud "AAH!" as Dad's cockhead tapped my prostate.

    "There you go boy," my father grunted in my face. "Is that what you wanted me to reach?"

    "Yes, Daddy," I nodded my head as much as I could, pressed up against the mattress as I was.

    "When your brother comes home tonight, he'll have the smell of us fucking on his bed," Dad noted next as he slammed back and forth inside my ass with his rod.

    "Fuck, Dad, I love hearing you talk like this," I confessed. "I love when you get all pervy. I've been a perv for years now – you should see some of the stories I was reading online when I was in middle school."

    "Yeah? Were they stories about fathers fucking their sons?"

    "Yes, some of them were. I've been fantasizing about this for years," I panted as his daddy dick dove deep inside me again, hitting my prostate harder than ever. After a few minutes, my father said,

    "Turn around. I wanna see your face. I wanna see your face as you take your daddy's dick."

    Without pulling his cock out of me, my father helped me rotate until I was lying on my back. Then, he plopped his upper body down again. In this position, we were freer to make out even more passionately, my hard cock rubbing against Dad's hairy belly as I sucked on his tongue and took his dick.

    "Mmm, Daddy, this is so good," I moaned a few moments later as we took a break from kissing. My father looked deep in my eyes with an intensity like never before; our noses just inches from each other. He pushed his dick in as far as it would go. He could tell I was on the edge; he could tell he could push me over it by doing precisely what he was doing. He pressed my G-spot repeatedly until he saw my whole face contorting in unspeakable pleasure. Then, Dad reached for my brother's smelly gray underwear and shoved it inside my mouth. 

    "Mmmm, mmm," I grunted as I felt my balls tightening. Dad was fucking my hole harder than ever! The friction of his belly against my cock felt so good. I tasted and inhaled my big brother's musk and I started to blow my load. My asshole tightened as I came and Dad shouted,

    "Fuuuuckkk, I'm cumming!"

    A moment later, my father emptied his nuts deep inside my ass. I felt his cum filling me up, and it made me blow a second load of spunk all over my torso. I bit down on Jared's underwear, unable to believe that I was really getting bred by my father; by the same jizz that'd made me. I felt his seed seeping into my insides, and I knew this was a day I wouldn't forget until the end of my life.

 

OCTOBER 2021

 

    With October in full swing, Stag Meadow Lane looked like a picture in an autumnal fairy tale book. My fiancé Xavier, who'd grown up in Miami, hated this kind of weather, but this was my favorite time of year. I enjoyed the crunching of the leaves underneath my feet as I walked, and I loved staying indoors and reading or writing while the rain tapped on my window.

    There was more good news than just the weather, as well. After a few weeks in therapy, Dad was starting to remember some small anecdotes from his childhood. His memories were still vague and imprecise, but his therapist as well as his doctors claimed these were all very promising signs.

    Then one day, a loud knock at the door had me rushing to answer it. On my doorstep stood a man with a big, unkept, bushy beard; and it took me several seconds to recognize him.

    "Jared?" I gasped at my brother's unexpected appearance and his changed look.

    "Hi, I'm back," he said with what looked like a smile behind all that facial hair. "Where's Dad?"​