MALIK:

    Before long, it was time to leave Stag Meadow Lane and go back to Mom's house. I wasn't looking forward to living with a crying baby again, but I knew that I couldn't stay at Dad's forever. On our last night, we went out to see a movie together. It was supposed to be a simple evening, with maybe a little bit of weed to make it run more smoothly. But then, things went in a VERY unexpected direction.

    It started when Dad and I saw a guy getting his dick sucked right in the movie theater. We didn't wanna cockblock him so we let it go – except that I recorded as much of it as I could on my phone. I was rock hard while it was happening, and it was definitely weird, sitting next to my father with a boner inside my pants. He and I laughed about the whole situation, which helped me relax and not take it too seriously.

    Later, back at Dad's house, I was actually the one who suggested we watch the short videos I'd recorded at the theater, and I played them on the TV. My father seemed impressed by my camera skills – even though the environment was dark, the videos showed off a lot of detail, including the glistening precum leaking out of the guy's dick as he got it sucked by his companion. Once again, I was rock hard on the couch before long, and one look at my father's crotch revealed that he was just as boned up in his gray sweats.

    "You ain't gotta hide that. We're watching porn, it's cool, it's normal," I said to him, before taking things further and adding, "You can pull it out if you want."

    By now, I knew that my dad was a perv, including when it came to family members. After all, he'd bare-fucked his own brother in front of my very eyes, so pulling his dick out now had hardly that big a deal in comparison. Admittedly, I felt a sense of curiosity when it came to my dad's tool. It sure seemed impressive when I saw it thrusting in and out of Uncle Emmett's ass, and this might be my only chance to see it up-close.

    "You serious?" my Dad asked. He seemed surprised, but not reluctant.

    "It's obvious you wanna jack off, man. I'm just saying," I replied coolly, pretending that I wasn't donning an equally hard dick in my jeans, which thankfully did a much better job at concealing my erection than Dad's loose joggers.

    "Does this… turn you on?" he asked.

    "What, watching the vid?"

    "Nah. Having me jack off," my father replied. His tone of voice sounded surprisingly nonjudgmental.

    "Kinda," I decided to be honest. ""I mean… you're my dad so I've sorta wondered what your dick looks like," I added, looking down between my parent's legs.

    With that, my pops pulled down his waistband and released his hard dick, which loudly thwacked his stomach as it popped out.

    "Shit. That thing's huge," I couldn't help but admit. I had a hard time keeping my saliva in my mouth as I ogled at my father's tool on the couch right next to me.

    "It's alright," he smirked, clearly proud to be able to impress me – his own son.

    "Dad… Can I ask you something? When you were in prison… Do guys there really hook up with each other and shit?" I asked a question that'd been bugging me for a while.

    "Why, you plan on going just for the sex?" he laughed. "It depends on the guys and all but… yeah, it's not uncommon."

    "Fuck. You must've been popular there with a dick that big," I licked my lips. 

    My father began stroking, and a short while later I decided to bite the bullet and join him. We pretended to look at the hetero blowjob on screen, but my interest was clearly focused on my father's prick. Even he seemed to glance in the direction of my crotch quite a few times. I held my dick in a way that showed it off as much as possible, trying to impress my old man.

    "This is the part where he cums," I said, and I replayed that part of the video on loop. The money shot brought us closer to the edge, hazing my mind and corrupting my thoughts even further. Before I knew it, I was saying,

     "Dad… Do you want me to suck your dick?"

    I was sitting in the house where my father had grown up, jacking off with him side-by-side; and now here I was suggesting we take things one step further. I knew Dad had already done that – and more – with Uncle Emmett, but would he be willing to do it with me?

    "I sure could use some head," my father said slowly, his dick already glistening with a     coat of precum, "but I really don't think this is a good idea, man."

    Even while saying that, Dad's hand never stopped stroking up and down his shaft.

    "I mean, suit yourself," I tried to act cool. "I ain't gon force ya. But I was in the mood, and if you are as well then why the fuck not?"

    "Cuz you my son, that's fucking weird," he said as the stranger on the TV screen busted his cumshot yet another time.

    "And Emmett's your brother but that didn't stop y'all," I smirked.

    I half-expected Dad to play dumb and say something like "What do you mean?" Thankfully, he gave me more credit than that.

    "Oh," he said. "You know about that."

    "I do," I said, still jacking off next to my father, although doing it a bit more slowly now. "To be honest… Uncle Emmett and I have been doing it for a while now as well."

    "Hold up, hold up… So last Sunday, Jared and I went to your uncle's house at 3 o'clock, but someone had been there before us…"

    "No need to be so vague, Dad," I chuckled. "I know you and Jared went there to fuck Uncle Emmett. And you're right: I was there that morning. I came in his ass three times," I smirked proudly.

    "Fuuuck!" my father moaned out, yet another massive dollop of precum oozing out of his dick. "He still had your jizz inside of him when we fucked him."

    "I'm glad he did," I smiled. "Made things easier for you, I'm sure. Some natural lube."

    Just then, my father looked at my face – focusing on my lips – and then down at his crotch and the large dick oozing precum there. It was a subtle head nod that got the message across nonetheless: Go for it.

    I smiled even wider and accepted my father's invitation. Still holding on to my own meat, I leaned down and took his prick in my mouth, feeling its taste for the first time ever. Growing up, although I didn't see my dad too often, I always thought that he was both cool and good-looking. Indeed, our sparse get-togethers only made me lust for him even more in this moment. The way I see it, it was a perverse way of making up for lost time.

    "Mmmm fuck, man," Dad moaned, letting me know he was definitely feeling this. I'd been quite aggressive in my hookups with Uncle Emmett, so it felt good to let go and be on the more submissive side for once. I let my jaw and my throat relax, allowing for my father to shove his dick as far down my gullet as possible. At first it made me gag a few times – which pissed me off cuz I wanted to show I was a good cocksucker – but the more I got into it the easier it got to take all of Dad in me; no easy feat considering his endowment.

    "Fuck, man," Dad moaned while lifting his ass off the couch and face-fucking me while holding on to the back of my head. "You just as good as that chick we saw at the theater."

    "I'm even better," I chimed in, taking Dad's prick out my mouth for a second so I could catch my breath. A stream of saliva and precum came flowing out of my mouth, so I quickly swallowed and went back to sucking.

    Because I was so focused on my dad's dick, I had to let go of mine for a while, but it never lost its erection. In fact, it only got harder and wetter as I buried my face fully in my father's crotch. Soon, he was humping so fast that I knew he was certainly reaching the edge. As much as I wanted this to go on forever, I also felt greedy and wanted to taste his nut as soon as possible. I relaxed my throat as much as possible, allowing Dad to stretch it out to the limit until the shouted,

    "FUUUUUUCK, I'M GONNA CUM!!!"

    And he did, right down my throat, filling my stomach with his babies. Shockingly, my own dick exploded in that very moment, shooting my jizz all over the floor without me even touching it. I moaned but hardly a sound came out as I swallowed my dad's spunk and massaged his nuts to get them to give me as much of it as possible.

    "Fuckin' hell," Dad panted when we were done. I came up and smiled, ready to go to bed now that I've had my late-night treat.

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    The following morning, things were a bit awkward between Dad and me. Neither of us addressed the elephant in the room, so it was probably a good thing that I left Stag Meadow Lane soon after waking up. 

    Once I was back at Mom's house, it felt like I was living a different life. Dad and I still texted and talked occasionally, but it wasn't too excessive. There was no mention of the blowjob or anything else sexual; it was easy to avoid those topics now that I was no longer there. After a while, none of it even felt weird anymore.

    Two months later, Dad got in touch with me to extend another invitation to go visit.

    "ur brother ashton will be staying over for a week," Dad's text read. "jst thought this a good chance for y'all to meet."

    "Oh definitely," I said out loud to myself before texting back three words: "I'll be there."​