Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2024 11:02:08 -0400 From: Derek Wainwright Subject: A Daddys Boy: Chapter 2 By AkaiTora This story contains incestuous sex between a father and his son. If you don't like that, then don't read further than this. You've been warned. Also, this story is a slower burn than my others, the actual incest doesn't happen for a bit but I promise it'll be worth the wait. Now enjoy the story! Also don't forget to donate to Nifty if you can! We all want to keep this wonderful archive going. You can donate at: https://donate.nifty.org/ The Characters: Alex Young: Son / Eighteen years old / Seven-inch uncut cock / 5'9" / Athletic body with smooth facial features and short brown hair Daniel Young: Father / Forty-two years old / Eight-inch uncut cock / 6'2" / Strong hairy, beefy body with a nice trimmed mustache and beard and shaved head ... Daniel's POV As I enter the fire station, someone calls out to me from the second landing. "Yo, Captain Young!" It's Will, my partner in crime for the last decade. We've worked together forever and I quite literally trust him with my life. In fact, he's probably saved my sorry behind more times than I can count. Granted, I've done the same for him. We look out for each other around here. "Morning, Will!" I greet back, the sound of my own voice bouncing across the walls. "What's got you so cheery?" "Nothin' much, Cap! Just wanted to say congrats!" Will meets me halfway up the stairs and he pulls me into a one-armed embrace and a firm pat on the back. "Heard Alex graduated yesterday. Officially an adult now, huh?" "He graduated high school, not college," I chuckle. "Still very much a kid in my eyes." It goes without saying that I love my boy. Loved him since the day he was born and he was napping on my late wife's bosom. He was adorable then and I find him adorable now. He'd probably get embarrassed and brush me off if I ever said that out loud though. Still, to see him grow so quickly before my eyes is bittersweet. I want him to conquer the world on his own two feet but I also wish he would stay my little boy forever. I smile to myself as I reminisce about the times when Alex still needed me. When he would hide behind my legs every time he met someone new. Or when I read him bedtime stories so he could go to sleep. I miss those days. But it makes me so fucking proud to see my boy grow up too. My trip down memory lane is cut short though when an alarm blares through the station. Someone from dispatch patches in to inform us of the trouble. Apparently there was a fire at an apartment building downtown. With no time to waste, Will and I quickly suit up and climb into the truck. Today is going to be a long day, I can feel it. As soon as we arrive on the scene, we can see that it's escalated dangerously. The building is close to collapse and the fire is spreading quickly throughout. Other fire trucks have also arrived and have started hosing down the structure. I order my subordinates on what they have to do before getting ready to go in to save any stragglers. Will is, of course, coming with me. We brave through the burning hellscape before us, maneuvering through rubble and shouting for any remaining residents. While Will evacuates a young couple from their apartment, I make it to the fourth floor where I can vaguely hear screams for help. I call out to them and they respond, banging against what I presume to be a door. It's coming from inside one of the locked units. I bust through the door and follow the voices to a bedroom but what's strange is that there's a chair positioned against the doorknob to prevent it from opening. Someone trapped them inside. "Hello?" I shout over the roaring flames. "Is somebody in there? This is the fire department!" "Oh thank god. Yes! Yes, it's me and my son! Please help us! Please!" "I need you to stand away from the door!" "O-Okay!" I manage to break through the door but to my surprise, I find that the father and son standing there are buck naked. They're covering their privates with their hands, sweat is pouring from their bodies, and the boy--who can't be older than fifteen--is crying waterfalls. I immediately feel sympathy for him because all I can imagine is Alex being in this situation. "I'm sorry," says the father. "We looked everywhere for our clothes but we couldn't find any. I think my wife took them. I think she's the one who locked us in here too. Oh god, please help us. I don't want us to die like this!" "Calm down," I state. They say there is a first time for everything but I never imagined I would be helping two nude people out of a collapsing building. It's dangerous for them to walk with bare feet through a raging fire so I decide to carry them both over my shoulders like sacks of flour. Their bare asses are going to be the first thing people see when we get out of here. Let's hope they can survive the humiliation. Carrying over three hundred pounds between these charges, I march through the inferno until I make it outside. I find the close paramedics and they take the boys off my hands, wrapping them up in blankets from their trucks. They're professionals so they don't question their state of undress though they do give me peculiar looks. As I'm dusting myself off, I hear a woman shriek, "No! They were supposed to burn! Those disgusting pigs!" A police officer tries her damndest to calm the woman down but she is hysterical. The man I saved is shrinking into himself but he seems more focused on making sure his son is getting oxygen. But if I were to guess, then the screaming lady is his wife. Wonder what it is she's screaming about though. "Sergeant Diaz," I call out. "What's going on?" The officer turns to me. "This woman is apparently the one who caused the fire." "What? Why?" "Because apparently, she caught her husband and her son in bed together." The screecher is being held back by a pair of burly cops but that doesn't stop her from going off. "I knew it! I knew you were a cheating bastard but to think you were fucking your own flesh and blood! You piece of faggot shit!" "Ma'am, I understand you're upset," says Sergeant Diaz. "But that is no excuse to try and kill a bunch of innocent bystanders in this building. We're going to have to take you in for questioning and depending on your answers, you might get charged with attempted murder." I tap Diaz on the shoulder and whisper in her ear, "Do you think it's true? Were her husband and son really...?" "I don't know. But that's none of my business, it's the court's. If they find him guilty, he'll be charged with sexually assaulting a minor and incest." "Figured." The cops take the woman away and I turn to look over at the pair I just saved. They're holding each other in their arms and crying. I can make a pretty clear assumption on why. But the son looks genuinely happy to be with his father. It's hard to believe he's being abused. To me, they're an ordinary parent and child that just went through a traumatic event together. Maybe the wife was just jumping to wild and errant conclusions. I go over the father and son with no particular intention. To question them? That's not my job. Perhaps it's curiosity getting the better of me. Or maybe I'm just nosy. Either way, I find myself waltzing over to the ambulance they're sitting in. "Oh, it's you," says the father. "Thank you so much for saving us. I don't know how we could ever repay you." I smile. "Don't worry about it, it's my job." "And I'm sorry about my wife. I... haven't been a very good husband lately." "Because of your affair with your son?" I meant it as a joke but then the father averts his gaze with this guilty expression on his face. I look at the son who doesn't say anything and then at the father who is nearly catatonic. My eyes keep darting between them until it finally registers in my mind that the wife had been telling the truth. They were fucking. My knees buckle under my own weight and I end up falling to the ground. The father immediately stands up to try to help me and I catch a glimpse of his soft cock slapping against his thighs. All I can think is that that cock has been inside that boy. His boy. His son! I should be disgusted. Revolted. Reviled. Any number of synonyms. And yet I'm not. I just fell from the shock. But why? My entire life, I've been taught that incestuous couples should be shunned from decent people in society. But looking at these two strangers, I can sense genuine affection between them. It isn't just lust. It's love. The father helps me up to my feet and I stutter out, "Wh-When? H-How long has this been...?" "You're freaked out by us," says the father. "I should've denied it! I should've--" "No," I interrupt. "I'm just... I'm just surprised because I've never met anyone like you two." "Oh." We all sit in an uncomfortably awkward silence for a bit, none of us knowing what we should do. I feel like I should get back to my team, they're probably wondering where I am. At the same time, I want to stay here longer to learn more about this duo. Or maybe I just want to keep them safe. Because I know that they are going to be separated as soon as they are put in that hospital and they may never see each other again outside of a courtroom or prison. "Four years." I look up. It was the son who had spoken. "What?" "It's been going on for four years," he reiterates. And then, as if realizing he might've said too much, he bursts out with, "But I came on to him! I... I saw porn and wanted to try it too and I seduced Dad. It's not his fault! I'm the one who started this!" "I hear you," I tell him in as soothing a manner as I can muster with my brain rattled as it is. "And I understand. The law, on the other hand, won't be as understanding. Still, I hope you two manage to find your happy endings." As I turn to walk away, the father pipes up with, "Do you have kids?" I should just walk away. I shouldn't entertain this guy for a minute longer. These are dangerous thoughts that I am having. And yet, "I do. I have a son. Turned eighteen a few months ago." I pivot on my heel to face the father. "I've never thought about having sex with him though so don't put any ideas in my head, alright?" "I-I won't!" the father stammers out. "It's just... I don't get it. I don't get why it's so wrong for me to love my son this way. It feels so natural. You spend your time with them, you raise them, you care for them, how do you not end up falling in love?" The son nods. "I love my dad. Nothing could ever change that." I don't say anything. I just turn and walk away, trying my hardest to ignore the hard-on forming in my pants. "Yo, Cap!" Will calls out to me as I near our truck. "Where've you been?" I mull over potential responses and end up with, "Saving lives." We drive back to the station in relative silence. I'm not in a particularly chatty mood. I just put my entire focus on not getting an erection but my head is just filled with perverse visions of that father sodomizing his eleven year old son. No, it's crude to say he was just sodomizing him. They made love. They likely made out in the kid's childhood bedroom, tongues sliding, hands fondling each other's bodies. Fuck. What is happening to me? It's not like the concept of incest was foreign to me until today. There's plenty of porn out there that explores it too. But I've never paid attention to them. Was it because I knew it was fake? Maybe I'm just pent up. Yeah, that's it. It's been a while (two or three months?) since I've had the chance to masturbate so anything concerning sex is making me hard. With that settled, I let out a long breath and just relax for the rest of the ride. But as the truck pulls into the station, I see, outside my window is my own son, Alex. He's there with this big lopsided grin and a tank top that shows off his impressive musculature. Solid biceps, firm shoulders, and pecs that bounce as he rushes forward to hug me. Instantly, feeling his body against mine sends shivers up my spine and my cock grows harder than ever. "Alex! What are you doing here?" I ask, grateful for the thickness and space in firefighter's clothes. "What, I can't surprise my own dad at work and have lunch with him?" Alex chuckles. "Alex Young!" Will cries out. "It's so good to see you! Been too long!" "Hi, Mr. Jones!" "Ah, come on, you're eighteen now! Just call me William. Or Will!" While Alex and Will bro out like the old buds they are, I am freaking out internally. I have never looked at my son as anything other than my son before. I mean, sure, I've noticed that he's become very attractive over the years but what parent doesn't think of their son as handsome? I should calm down. Nothing has changed about my relationship with Alex and nothing will change. I just need to bust a nut in somebody and then I'll be over this fantasy. But what if that somebody is Alex? No, goddammit! He is off limits. It is a boundary I refuse to cross. "Dad?" says Alex. "Are you okay? You look kinda feverish." "Oh, uh, just a little dazed," I reply. "The fire we were just at was crazy. Barely made it out alive." Alex pouts and my heart skips a beat. He looks so adorable. But I know that he's only making that face because he's worried about me. As much as he admires his old man's work, he's also afraid that I'm going to kick the bucket on the job. Can't really blame the kid. He lost his mom already, probably doesn't want to lose his dad early too. "I'm fine though," I say to Alex. I flex my arms. "See? Completely fine. Your old man is the picture of health!" I kiss his forehead, ignoring the very powerful temptation to kiss him on the lips. "So don't worry, I'll be safe out there." Alex nods with a meek smile. "Okay, Dad." My sweet boy. "How about we go grab lunch now? There's this Mediterranean place I've been wanting to try out." "Sounds great! I just gotta use the bathroom first. Be right back." Alex trots off and I watch him go with my heart full. No one in the world can make me as happy as my son does. I know because during that brief period after his mother passed away, I was a mess. I couldn't do anything right. But then I would look at Alex's face and I would be overcome with this need to be strong. For him. Will crosses his arms and leans over to me. "You know, I don't think I've ever met a daddy's boy quite like Alex. Most boys his age would be doing everything in their power to become independent. But not him. He clings to you like a koala." "You think so?" I ask. "I feel like Alex is pretty damn independent if you ask me. He does his own laundry, he cooks his own dinner when I'm working late shifts, and he doesn't need to be told twice to do his other chores. I think I've raised him to be plenty independent." Will snickers. "Whatever you say, big man. I'm just saying, the kid loves you. Anyone can see that." "Yeah." I take a moment to think about it before adding, "And I love him too." The day goes by quickly after that. I enjoy a nice lunch with my son and then I diligently do my work. The entire time though, my head is just stuck on that father and son. I just can't stop imagining them in bed, the father spreading his son's legs and pistoning his dick inside that underaged hole. I know I shouldn't be thinking about that but I can't help it. The imagery is just so hot and I find myself constantly rubbing my cock through my pants. It's a relief when I finally get home. Alex said he would be out with friends so I have the place to myself for a while. That means some alone time for me. I settle myself on the living room couch, throw up some porn on the TV, and grab myself a beer. I get naked because that's how I'm most comfortable when masturbating and glance over at the screen to see what I have playing. I sort of mindlessly picked a video so I don't know what I chose. It's the vanilla man-on-woman kind of dirty movie and that isn't going to cut it for me tonight though. I need something kinkier. I think back to the father and son and decide to indulge a little bit. I find some gay age difference porn. Not step-incest, just age difference. Should be good enough. This should do it. This should be the relief I've been searching for all day. Once I cum, I'll stop thinking these inappropriate thoughts. I plop down onto the couch and let out a sigh. Then I wait. Focusing on the screen and waiting. On occasion, I give my dick a tug or squeeze my egg-sized balls but other than that, I just keep watching the TV. And yet, nothing happens. I don't get hard. I don't leak pre. I don't lean forward to get a closer look at the action. I just sit there doing nothing. After nearly blowing a load all day, I can't believe this porn is having almost zero effect on me! Maybe it's just not to my taste. With that in mind, I start scouring the sites for something, anything, to get my rocks off. That's when I stumble upon something truly unexpected. It's a solo video but that's not what stopped me. It's the fact that the actor in it looks just like Alex. The only differences being a dolphin tattoo on his shoulder, a shaved slit in his left eyebrow, and ear piercings. Still, they could be twins separated at birth! And the thought that it could be my own son instantly gets me rock hard. "No," I hiss to myself. "No, fuck no!" I can't in good conscience masturbate to a video just because of the actor's resemblance to my own son. And yet, I also know that if I don't shoot out a load soon, I'm going to lose my mind. I stew in my contemplation for a while, weighing the pros and cons of this. The pro is that it'll feel damn good to jerk off. The con is that the post-nut clarity is going to hit me like a truck. But the thing is, that's not my son. I know it's not. So maybe if I just get this over with... fuck it. I swallow my guilt and click on the video. It's a casting couch video where the guy is being interviewed. Apparently his name is Carson Wells and he's auditioning to be a part of the industry. I almost laugh in relief when he speaks because he's British! It breaks the illusion a bit that he's my son so that lifts some of the shame from my shoulders. But he's still a dead ringer for my boy. Especially when he says he turned eighteen recently. My cock actually twitches a bit when he says it. I've never been into young hairless twinks. Not that I don't find them attractive, they were just never my type. However, there's something about this kid that is just so alluring. I don't know if it's his seductive glances toward the camera as he strips down or the way he shows off his sinewy muscles with every pose change. My hand gravitates toward my cock, taking hold of my thick member with my fingers. I lick my lips as Carson lays back on the couch with his legs spread. I stroke my cock a few times as he flexibly raises his legs to show off his smooth hole. For someone who is trying to get into porn, he looks virginal. The interviewer even comments on it. My dick throbs when Carson confirms he is, in fact, a virgin. "Oh fuck," I whisper. And then it slips out. "Alex..." But I'm too horned up to care right now. Carson is given some lube and a five-inch dildo to break him in. He puts on a delectable show of rubbing his pecs and abs, reaching down for his rigid dick and then his taint. He rubs his fingers over his hole, between the most voluptuous asscheeks I've ever seen on a teenager. Then he starts to finger himself, breathing heavily and moaning the whole while. I am mesmerized and my right hand pumps on autopilot. I'm leaking like crazy too so my palm is starting to get slick and wet. The lewd sounds are getting loud too but I suppose it doesn't matter since it's just me. So I turn up the volume with my free hand and go back to playing with myself. I want to take my time with this, savor this for as long as possible. Simultaneously, I just want to cum. I want to spill my seed all over my thighs and the floor and maybe even the television itself. Fuck, seeing my cum on a boy that looks like my son? That's turning me on in a bad way. I'm so immersed that everything around me fades away. "Alex," I whisper lustfully. "Oh, Alex..." "Dad?" "Oh shit!" There's no time to put on any clothes but I can at least try to turn off the TV. Except I fumble with the remote and drop it. At the same time, Alex walks into the room. He stops in his tracks as he takes in everything before him. My mouth is so dry, I can't explain my compromising position and I'm just a deer in headlights. A naked deer in headlights. We stare at each other blankly for a moment. My gaze travels from my son's shell shocked face down to his shorts where I can see he's pitching a very obvious tent. Well, at least I'm not the only one who's hard right now. "You're... home early," I say. "Eric had a family emergency," says Alex. "Oh." "You, uh, you've been busy, Dad." The humor in his voice shatters the tension like glass and I melt back into the couch with a laugh. "It's been a while for me, Alex. Please don't judge your old man." "I could never," he replies. "We all have needs, I get it." I ponder my next words carefully. The video has already ended and autoplayed to a clip of a multiracial orgy so I think it's safe to say Alex didn't see his doppelganger. I look between the screen and my son's hard-on. And then I cross a line. "Care to join me?" "You sure?" "Yeah, why not? Could be a fun father-son activity." Instead of being repulsed by the invitation or ignoring it, Alex pulls his shirt over his head. He sits down beside me and removes his socks and shorts too until he's as naked as the day he was born. Though he looks very different from that day. He's turned into a stud. The kind of stud I'd like to have with me in my bedroom. At first, we only watch the screen as we individually stroke our cocks. It's a bit awkward but also kind of hot knowing that my son is playing with himself right next to me. I decide to steal a glance at his lap and I almost start drooling at the sight of his dick in his hands. It looks just like mine. Maybe a little smaller but otherwise, we have the same cock. I made that cock. My eyes slowly travel up Alex's body until they reach his face. And I discover that he's been looking at me too. In fact, his eyes are basically glued to my cock. When he realizes I'm staring at him, he mutters an apology and averts his gaze. But selfishly I don't want him looking anywhere else but at me. Without stopping our pumping, I extend an arm and cup my son's chiseled jaw. He flinches at my touch but he doesn't pull away. I turn his face so that we're looking directly at each other and I draw him in close. Close enough that I can detect the faint smell of pizza from his breath. Close enough that I can see the glittering blues in his eyes. Close enough that I can press my lips against his and kiss him deep and long. Alex freezes in place before melting into the kiss. His tongue darts out and touches mine and it makes my cock throb in my hand. I push harder against him and he reciprocates, matching my passion as we make out on the couch. It's so hot. It's so intense. It's so wrong but so right. "Oh Alex," I huff. "Daddy," he whimpers. That does it. I grunt and groan into Alex's mouth like a wild animal in rut. My cum erupts from my cock, splashing onto my stomach and face and maybe even the ceiling. Likewise, Alex lets out a delicious moan that precedes his own climax. Splooge shooting out of him and staining his body in ropes of white. I want to taste it. And then it's over as quickly as it began. We pull our faces away, breaths heavy. Immediately, I feel the guilt and shame returning. I shouldn't have done that. I get up from the couch without a word and I go into the kitchen to grab a rag so I can clean up our mess. When I come back into the living room, Alex is gone. What have I done? ... End of Chapter 2