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Cute Paperback Alert!


Hiya! Rebel Satori Press recently republished my out-of-print novel ‘My Sister’s Boyfriend’ as an adorable pocket paperback! The pages are even kinda rough and pulpy like the old paperbacks I love and still read from the thrift store. Maybe this one will even end up in a thrift store! (Hope your grandma doesn’t buy it.)

You can order it here. Thanks!

Oblivious Dad

by Natty Soltesz, concept by Mor

Dad started lifting that fall and seemingly overnight his already-fit body ballooned to porn-star proportions. But he seemed unaware of how hot he’d gotten, let alone the effect it had on those around him.

Sometimes I would go to the gym with him. But then he started coming out of the locker room in thin, barely-there athletic shorts, paired with a sweatshirt cropped to reveal his strong, hairy stomach and the base of his muscle tits. He’d always been a handsome guy and the grey in his black hair and beard was working for him, not to mention his new Tom of Finland-esque body. He’d leave a wave of craning necks in his wake but just keep smiling and strutting, tits and ass flexing as he loaded plates onto the squat bar.

People would chat him up constantly. “How many times a week do you do legs?” asked a guy and his gal pal, big smiles and big eyes roaming all over my Dad’s body. “Any tips on doing a proper squat?” And my dad would answer earnestly as their eyes followed his big hand, sliding up his hairy stomach and absently cupping his meaty pec.

“Alright, Son, ready to work these?” he said to me that day, slapping his ass cheeks with a smile. I grinned back, a grin that froze as he hit the parallel and those teeny shorts rode so high up into his crack that I saw the edges of his hole.

That was the first time I got a boner from gawking at my hot dad, but it wasn’t the last. He took to wearing only the skimpiest of underwear around the house.

“I just like to feel comfortable!” he said when I commented on it, as if his buxom body couldn’t handle confining clothes. First thing in the morning he’d come downstairs in just his bikini briefs, giving me a sleepy, fatherly grin and running a hand through his hair. More than once he still had the vestiges of his morning wood. And then one morning he strode into the kitchen fully erect, boner straining the front of those teeny bikinis, the elastic sagging so low that his entire thatch of dark pubes stuck out.

“Hey, Son,” he said, coming to where I was eating my cereal and tousling my hair. His hard cock pulsed at my eye level. “Got any plans today?” A milky-blue drop of precum had seeped through the fabric from the plum-sized head.

“Just hanging out with my friends,” I said. I could smell him, too, all musky manliness, and I got a boner as hard as his. Not that he noticed; he didn’t even notice his own. And by the time his coffee was perked and he was pouring in the cream it was soft again, and I was high-tailing it back to my room to whack out one of several loads that day, all while fantasizing about my sexy, himbo dad.

If I wasn’t jacking off in my room I was doing it in the shower, which backfired one day when he barged in on me, late for work.

“Dad!” I said, turning to hide my achingly-hard teenage boner.

“Sorry, Son! I’m running late for a really important meeting,” he said, yanking off his bikini briefs as he spoke. “Can I rinse off real quick? I swear it’ll only take a minute.”

“Wait…” I said, trying to hide my hard dick with my hands as he opened the glass door of the shower and climbed in next to me.

“Just a minute, I swear,” he said, ignoring my hard-on as he went under the stream, his huge and muscled body sliding against mine. “Hand me the soap?” If anything my dick got harder, watching him lather up his muscle tits and heavy cock, then sliding his fingers between his ass cheeks to wash his hole. “Okay, almost done,” he said, and ducked under the stream to rinse off. His massive butt pushed back toward me and, in our tiny shower, there was nowhere to go. My rock-hard cock slid right between his ass cheeks and wedged into the cleft of his deep ass. But still Dad didn’t say anything, his soapy asshole lightly squeezing and releasing against my shaft as he rinsed his hair. He shifted and just for a second his hole caught on the head of my prick – I could feel it almost wanting to slide inside. “Whoops!” Dad said, quickly shifting so my prong popped out from between his thick cakes. I was mortified.

“Thanks, Son!” he said, hopping out to dry off in front of me before rushing out of the bathroom. I came so hard that day, the feeling of Dad’s hole pinching my cock still palpable as I blasted jizz against the shower wall.

It wasn’t long after that that Dad started building the outdoor shower. “I’ve always wanted one, and it’ll be great now that the weather is getting warmer!” he said.

My horniness, however, was only rising with the temperature, and Dad’s daily displays weren’t helping. He started complaining about how sore he was from his frequent workouts and one day talked me into giving him a massage.

“As long as you don’t mind,” he said. “My muscles are killing me. I’ll shower off first.”

“Sure, Dad,” I said, my heart racing, boner rising and falling as Dad took his time in the shower. Finally he came out in a tiny towel that barely grazed the top of his thighs, bottle of massage oil in hand.

“Thought we could do it on your bed, if that’s okay?” he said and got face-down, the base of his buxom ass cheeks peeking out from under the towel as he settled in. I took a deep breath and drizzled oil down my dad’s boulder-like back. It flowed down his spine and into the crack of his ass before I began to spread it around. I was so turned on I could barely think straight, but Dad just sighed contently as I groped his back and worked the oil into his swollen muscles.

“You mind getting the legs?” he said, and when I’d massaged his calves and lower thighs he asked me to keep going. “Been working my quads pretty hard.” I tried to wrap my hands around his tree-trunk thighs. “Up a little higher?” Soon my fingertips were grazing his balls and the space behind them. “Glutes, too?” Dad said, and before I could say anything he raised his hips to cast off the towel and unveil his bounteous ass.

“Sure…” I said, cock pulsing and heart in my throat. I used both hands to work one of Dad’s melon-like cheeks and then the other. I couldn’t resist gently pulling them apart to look at his hole. Dad didn’t seem to notice. It was pink and ringed with dark hair. I rubbed as close to his crack and hole as I dared, and Dad just sighed and groaned.

“Feels great,” he said. “Alright, let’s get the front.” He flipped over; big, floppy dong falling to the side. “Guess I better cover up,” he said before draping the towel back over his dick. It honestly didn’t cover up much. “Oh yeah!” he groaned as I worked his big muscled pecs in each hand. They were covered in trimmed hair, the nipples pink and puffy. It wasn’t till I worked my hands down to his stomach that I noticed he was getting hard, his cock rising like a snake under the towel.

“Sorry about that,” he said when his excitement could no longer be ignored. He slid his hand under the towel, adjusting his hard rod so it audibly slapped against his stomach. “Happens around this time of the day. I’ll take care of it later!” I kept staring at the thick tube of it, pulsing under the towel as I groped his hot body. When I finished he just stood up, holding the towel in front of his boner as he smiled and thanked me.

“That was great, Son,” he said, and I thought, Is he really going to pull me in for a hug? And then he did, his boner pressing against me for a moment, oiled and pumped-up chest engulfing mine. “I really appreciate it!” I watched his nude muscle butt flex as walked out of my room.

When summer was in its throes Dad took up jogging. He would get up at the crack of dawn and bound down the block in just his tiny, thigh-climbing nylon running shorts. No underwear. Twice I caught the gay couple down the street peeking out the window to gawk at Dad’s big tits and solid ass bouncing as he sprinted obliviously down the block, fat sausage flopping around.

“Dad…” I said one morning after he’d showered and was having his breakfast. “Do you think you should wear underwear, maybe, when you’re out running?” He looked at me.

“Oh…I don’t know. The bikinis I usually wear chafe a little…do you think I should?” he said, face full of concern.

“I don’t know,” I said, looking down into my cereal.

“No, you’re right,” Dad said, nodding.

The next morning when he came in from running, coated in sweat, he gave me a wide grin. “Took your advice!” he said and lowered his shorts to reveal a skimpy pair of black underwear, the pouch barely containing his thick prick. “I guess it’s a little racy but it’s much more comfortable!” he said as he turned around, and that’s when I realized it was a thong, the strap swallowed by the massive hair-dusted cheeks of his muscle ass.

“Great, Dad,” I said, at a loss for any other words.

Then there was the day he was doing push-ups by the pool and asked me to help him with some “extra weight.”

“Just lie on top of my back,” he said, smiling at me from plank position. He’d been exercising for an hour in the hot afternoon sun and sweat glazed his body. “I wanna see if I can do five with your weight added.”

I took a deep breath and draped my body atop Dad’s beefy frame, nearly sliding off his sweaty skin. “Get wedged in there,” Dad said, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me up onto him. The wet pouch of my trunks went right into the cleft of his short-shorts covered ass, my face in his musky neck as he pushed up and lifted us from the pool deck. “One!” he grunted, his back muscles roiling against my body, his glutes flexing around my cock as he strained. Of course I got hard, and after push-up number five I extricated myself from Dad’s hot body and did a running-jump into the pool to hide it.

By July Dad finished the outdoor shower, an open-air stall that happened to share a wall with my bedroom. He would head there from his run and I would listen to him soap up his sweaty body just a few feet away from where I lay, inevitably groping my morning boner.

I was nearly crazy with lust. The worst thing was that he seemed as horny as I was. The first time I saw him coming in from his run with a hard-on in his shorts I couldn’t believe it. I mean there was Dad’s full-on, barely-contained boner, rigidly bouncing as he jogged into our yard. The gay guys across the street weren’t even trying to hide the fact that they were gawking – jaws were on the floor, mine included.

I listened to him start up the shower and soon heard the unmistakeable sounds of moaning and wet stroking. Yep, Dad was jacking himself off in our backyard. His moans got louder and louder, and I’m sure I was matching him stroke for stroke.

It must have been something about his runs that got the blood pumping to that particular area, because every morning he would come in from his run boned beyond belief, and I would lie in bed and listen as he soaped up and pumped himself to climax. When he came, I did too, imagining the ropes of cum he must have sent streaming across the drain. Once I went looking for remnants of it. Not much was left but I took a taste anyway.

It was after one of these sessions that I came outside to clean and cool off in the pool and found Dad still out there, in one of his tiny towels, examining the mechanics of the shower.

“This dang hot water keeps shutting off,” Dad said, getting on his knees to examine a valve near the base. The towel rode right up, revealing first the bottom of his ass-cheeks and then his hair-ringed hole. I was aghast. “There must be something stuck in there…I wonder what?” he said, half to me and half to himself. “Something probably nasty,” he said, and chuckled. The laughter made his hole tighten and release.

“Yeah,” I said lamely, hypnotized by the sight of Dad’s exposed hole. I even pawed at my cock while I watched him. For a good half hour he went at it, sometimes getting up to grab a tool, but always in his towel and always getting back down on his knees, hole exposed to the open air.

“Fixed it!” he said when he was done.

“Good job, Dad,” I said, feeling the start of a painful case of blue balls.

That summer was so hot, and if Dad ever put any clothes on it was only to go to the store or out to dinner. Even then he’d taken to wearing thongs exclusively and kept ordering new ones. It seemed like every day he’d get a new pair of slutty underwear in the mail. And he had no compunction about showing them off, even trying them on sometimes in the kitchen while I stood there. “Dang I love the pattern on this one,” he said, shucking off whatever tiny pair he already had on to reveal his big dangling dong. He slid the new pair up his legs, the strap disappearing between his big butt cheeks and landing against his hole.

“Looks good, Dad,” I said.

“You think?” he said, turning around to show me the twin melons of his ass, the whale tail of the thong peeking out from atop the cleft.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore – just listening to Dad jack off every morning wasn’t enough. I had to see if I could catch him in action. When he left the house for his run I put on my bathing suit and staked out a position next to the pool in full view of our open-air shower. When Dad jogged in a bit later, panting and sweating with a boner as usual, he glanced over at me.

“Oh hey, Son. Early swim?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “Hot morning.”

“Sure is,” Dad said as he started the shower. He unceremoniously yanked off his shorts, bending over to reveal his thong-clad ass. Then he took that off and there it was: Dad’s fat boner, bouncing in the hot morning air as he stepped in the shower and let the water cascade over his body.

My cock was painfully hard as I watched Dad soap up, his boner never receding as he lathered his chest, arms and ass in slow, sultry moves that I would’ve thought were for show if I didn’t know Dad better. Finally he began to wash his balls and then his giant boner. I thought he’d move on, but to my astonishment Dad began to stroke himself.

“Dad, are you…” I said. He sheepishly glanced my way.

“Happens every morning,” he said as he continued to stroke his cock. “Gotta take care of it now or it’ll bug me all day. You know how it is, right?” he said. I was speechless, not that Dad seemed to realize or care. He turned his face to the sky, one hand chugging a steady beat on his soapy rod and the other sliding up his chest to tweak his nipples.

I’d had a feeling that my presence wouldn’t be enough to stop Dad from his morning ministration, but I hadn’t expected that he would take as much time as he did, alternating quick strokes with slow ones and copping feels of his soapy, hairy nuts, even dipping his fingers below his nuts as he worked himself up to orgasm. He acted like I wasn’t there, his moans getting louder and more intense as he got himself closer.

I slid my shorts off and freed my own boner. Dad was so caught up in his pleasure that he never even noticed as I jacked off with him, watching him intently fuck his soapy fist. His face became a grimace and with one forceful twist of his nipple between his fingers he directed his ready rod at the shower drain and began to cum, shots of thick load that streamed from his piss-hole like a water cannon.

I was moaning too as I shifted forward to blast my own load into the pool, eyes never leaving Dad who grunted like an animal in heat as he reached the apex of his pleasure.

And when he was done he just rinsed off and wrapped himself in a towel. “Phew!” he said. “Good run!” I dove into the pool, buck naked still and head reeling with what I’d just witnessed. Dad gave me a smile as he passed.

“Pancakes for breakfast?” he said with a smile.

“Sounds great,” I said, then sighed as he strutted into the house: just another day with my gorgeous, horny, oblivious dad.

I’m Still Alive

Thriving, even! It’s just that I post new stories (and the occasional thirst trap) on Patreon, now. Some recent ones include: Nightclubbing (a series where straight bros turn each other out), Practice After Practice (Coach teaches a boy how to fuck, condom optional) and a couple sequels to My Boyfriend’s Horny Brothers along with much more. You should subscribe!

One caveat is that I am not able to post incest or even step-incest content there. I get around this with “coach” and “uncle-who’s-not-related” conceits, though I know that won’t cut it for everyone. Honestly Patreon has been such a boon for me and I’m grateful for my subscriber base and the platform. But I feel like I have less ownership over my stuff. That’s why I always want to post on this website, even if maintaining it is such a drag at times. If you’re reading this: thanks. And hang in there.

My Sister’s Boyfriend

That long, hot summer after I graduated from college. The summer I wasted in my hometown, smoking pot and working a crappy job at the highway porn store. The summer I started sleeping with my sister’s boyfriend Joey…

Nate Audley is affable, aimless, and prone to the charms of his would-be brother-in-law Joey, a seducer with sexuality to spare. They indulge in the fantasy of forbidden flesh, but Nate can’t shake what’s at stake: his relationship with his family. Sometimes come is thicker than blood in the first novel from peerless porn writer Natty Soltesz.

Now in an adorable pocket-paperback edition from Rebel Satori Press!

Bro & Go

by Natty Soltesz

I groaned when I saw my brother in the doorway to my bedroom. He had this grin on his face that did not bode well for my evening.

“What?” I said. “I’m studying!”

“So?” he said. “Mom said you have to do whatever I ask, didn’t she?” I sighed and kept my nose in my book, hoping he would go away. Chet walked over to my book and flipped it closed.

“Chet! I have a test tomorrow!” I protested.

“So study later,” Chet said. “Right now I need you to do something for me.”

“What,” I said as I narrowed my eyes. Chet maintained his shit-eating grin.

“I need you to lick my asshole,” Chet said.

“Ew! No!” I said. “Get out of my room and leave me alone!”

Chet took a deep breath and shook his head. Then he turned his face to the ceiling. “Mom!” he called out.

“Chet! No!” I said.

“What?” I heard my frazzled mother call back from downstairs. “I’m busy!”

“Anthony won’t do what I’m asking him to do!” Chet said.

“Anthony!” my mom scolded. “Listen to your brother and do what he says!”

“But Mom–” I said and she stopped me.

“No buts! I’ve got a million things to do and I don’t have time to deal with you guys. Just do what your brother says. I don’t want to hear anything else about it!” Mom said.

I glared up at Chet, but he just smiled. “Hear that, Anthony? Whatever I want.”

“Fine!” I said, and rolled over on my bed to give him room.

“That’s right,” Chet said, and slipped off his shorts and shirt. His cock was hard as he laid face-down on my bed. I took my position between his legs. There it was: my brother’s pert, rounded ass. God, why did he have to be such a dick? I sighed in frustration as he got himself comfy, his ass cheeks flexing as he settled onto his stomach, opening the book I’d just been reading as if he was settling in for a while. “Well c’mon,” he said, looking back at me. “I haven’t got all night and it’s not gonna lick itself.”

I huffed but then I stuck my face in my brother’s ass and started lapping at his hairy crack. Chet flipped through the pages of my science textbook. “Is this the kind of bullshit they’re teaching you these days?” he said. I licked the curves of my brother’s butt, deliberately avoiding his hole because I know that’s what he likes best. But that didn’t work for long.

“You better get your tongue in my hole, Anthony,” he said.

“You just said to lick your ass,” I countered.

“Yeah and that’s part of it. Get in there deep,” Chet said.

“You’re so disgusting,” I said.

Chet turned his head to the door. “Mom!” he said.

“Anthony! By god if I have to come up there…” my mom said. And so I sighed and really got my face into my brother’s ass, searching with my tongue until it touched his soft hole. I pressed my tongue to it.

“Ah! Fuck yeah,” Chet said. I felt him grinding his hard-on into the bed as I licked his hole. This is what my brother Chet does any time he’s horny and it’s such bullshit because my Mom allows it. Even though I have like a million other things I could be doing and I’m behind in school. She doesn’t care that he barely graduated, he’s always been her favorite and can do no wrong. Meanwhile he tortures me and makes me lick his cock and suck his ass nearly every day, sometimes twice a day.

And the worst thing is, I’ve kind of started to enjoy it. But I would never let Chet know that. So I couldn’t help it when my own cock started to grow, as Chet pushed his ass back into my face and I dug my tongue even deeper. It always makes him moan when I do that.

“There you go, little brother, just like that…damn, you really know how to eat ass. Even better than my girlfriend,” Chet said.

“What would she say if she knew you were having your little brother lick your ass on a regular basis, huh?” I said, using my brattiest voice.

“She won’t know, cause you know what I’ll do if you ever say anything,” Chet said. “Now shut up and get you face back in my ass.” I sank my face between my brother’s smooth, muscular cheeks, writhing my tongue into his musky hole as deep as I could. Chet kept flipping through my science book, commenting on it, pretending like he wasn’t enjoying this as much as he was. But I could feel from the space under his balls that he was hard as a rock and grinding it against the bed. I knew what that meant, and soon enough he turned over.

“Suck it,” Chet said, the book still in his face, shaved cock pulsing in the air.

“You said I just had to rim you,” I said.

“Yeah, well now I want a blowjob. Do I have to call Mom again?”

I sighed. As much as I hate Chet, there’s a certain way he gets when he makes me do this stuff that makes me want it as much as he does. And I especially love his cock, how hard it gets, the way he shaves it to the nub so it just slides so easily down my throat. I sucked it shallow, though, at first, just to annoy him. He grunted and pushed my head down so that his cock was buried in my throat. I choked, which made him smile.

“Too much for you, little brother?” Chet said.

“I told you, don’t choke me with it. I’ll tell Mom,” I said.

“Just get back down on that dick, worm,” Chet said. I rolled my eyes and licked his cock like a lollipop. Then slid it in my mouth again. A little moan escaped my lips and Chet smirked. “Yeah, you love this dick. I don’t know why you try to act like you don’t.”

“I only do it cause you make me,” I said.

“Bullshit,” Chet said. “You loooove licking your brother’s ass and sucking his cock. And you like it even better when I slide it in your tight little hole,” Chet said. I ignored him, mostly because I was blushing at how right he was. Usually I protest eating his ass, but by the time he gives me his cock to suck I get so horny and then I want it in my ass so bad. It’s crazy, and I hate how right he is, so I never say anything about it.

I took Chet’s cock all the way into my throat and he held my head down there. I didn’t choke this time. My cock was so hard in my shorts. I licked down to his shaved balls and slipped them one by one in my mouth. He lifted his legs and I lapped at his hairless hole some more. Then I went back to his cock and sucked it tight and deep.

“Damn, bro, you’re gonna make me want to fuck you,” Chet said. “Too bad this book is so boring,” he said, tossing my science book off the bed. “C’mon, Anthony: bend over.” I stood up and sighed like I was annoyed, but Chet saw my hard cock tenting out my shorts. “Don’t act like you hate this,” he said.

“I do,” I said.

“Well tough shit. Bend over,” Chet said. I gritted my teeth and shook my head. “Now,” Chet said, and I huffed and threw my arms but went ahead and shucked off my shorts, then got into position: all fours on the bed. Chet chuckled and shook his head. “C’mon Anthony, just take my cock and stop being a little shit about it. I’ll even lube you up this time,” Chet said.

“Well that’ll be a first. It seems like you enjoy making it hurt,” I said. Chet laughed.

“Only because I know you can take it,” he said, and spit into his palm. He slapped his slicked-up palm against my hole and slipped a finger inside. “Damn, this ass is so much tighter than my girlfriend’s,” he said, pumping his finger inside me. My hard cock was dripping from it.

“Yeah and I bet she won’t let you fuck her without a condom,” I said as Chet lined up his cock to my asshole and pushed against it. I felt that first pressure and braced myself. But Chet didn’t go inside, not yet.

“You know she won’t,” Chet said. “She won’t get on birth control and she’s afraid I’ll knock her up. But no chance I’ll knock you up, is there little bro?” Chet said, and shoved himself inside to the hilt.

“Ow!” I said.

“Shut up,” Chet said.

“Go easy on me!”

“Just take it and quit complaining. Look how hard you are,” Chet said, and reached down to stroke my dripping boy dick. “I’ll make you cum if you let me fuck you hard.”

“How thoughtful of you,” I said.

“Yeah, well, you are my brother, after all. Don’t you love me like I love you?” Chet began to thrust his cock into me. God it felt so good. There’s just something about getting railed by my older brother that turns me on so much, and I hate that he’s made me this way but I can’t deny that it’s all I think about, some days. Even when I should be finding a boyfriend, or girlfriend, sometimes I think I don’t care because I won’t get it as good as I do from Chet.

“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You better not cum in me,” I said.

“Why not?” Chet said.

“Cause it’s gross!” I said. “Cum on my ass or face or wherever.”

“Aw c’mon, little bro, don’t be such a spazz,” Chet said. “Here, flip over on your back.” I made a show of my annoyance as I flipped over for him. “That’s better,” Chet said, sliding his cock back into me. “Don’t you want to look in my eyes when you cum?”

“No,” I said, but Chet just laughed. He spit in his hand and started stroking my cock as he ramped up his thrusting. He was holding both of my ankles in his left hand and stroking me with his right as he fucked harder and harder. The faster he fucked the more I couldn’t hold my mask of annoyance. The thing about Chet is he really does know how to fuck, and his rhythmic, intense thrusts were sending me into another world.

“Look at me,” Chet said. “I’m gonna cum inside you.” I looked at him, and nodded. “That’s right. Cum with me, little bro. Take this fucking dick and cum with it inside you.” I stared into Chet’s eyes as my cock began to pulse and shoot in his hand. “That’s right!” he said, eyes wide with delight when he saw the huge load streaming out of my cock all over my hairless body. “Take my fucking load, Anthony. Here it comes. Fuck!” He held his cock deep in me and I felt it pulse as his jizz released inside my ass. Shot after shot. He always shoots the hugest loads and I knew it’d be leaking out of me all day, making a mess in my underwear and constantly reminding me of the fact that he was my older brother, fully in charge.

When he was done he stood up and gave my ass a hard slap. “Till next time, huh little bro?” Chet said before striding out of my room. I sighed and grabbed a towel to clean up. Then I got back to my studies.

House Rules

by Natty Soltesz

“Dad?” I said, standing at the entrance to the garage where he was under the car, working.

“Yeah son?” he said, and rolled out.

“I finished cleaning my room.” I felt all nervous. Dad reached for his work bench and set down his wrench with a plunk. He regarded me as he smoothed down his greasy coveralls.

“Good,” he said, and made a quick adjustment in his crotch. I watched that like a hawk, and his eyes caught my glance. “And your mother is out for the rest of the night?”

“Yeah…she took her box fan with her to Aunt Carol’s, that’s how you know she’s planning to stay after the card game,” I said. Dad smiled, amused at my attention to detail. He looked me up and down and licked his lips. But then he stopped.

“What about scrubbing the bathroom floor? Did you do that?” he said.

I went beet red. Of course I’d forgotten – conveniently, because it was my least-favorite chore.

“S-sorry, Dad. I’ll go do it right now.” Dad shook his head at me.

“You know the rules, son: first you finish your chores, then we play. Now go and do as you’re told.” I’d turned to go when Dad stopped me. “But son…go ahead and get naked before you start. I wouldn’t mind the sight of that while I’m washing up.”

“Sure, Dad!” I said, the idea of getting on my hands and knees suddenly more appealing than it had seemed moments ago. I went to run upstairs but stopped myself and looked up at him. “You won’t get too clean, will you, Dad?” I said. But he just smiled.

“Of course not, son. Daddy knows how you like it.”

***

In less than half an hour I’d scrubbed from corner to corner, Dad walking around in his tightie not-so-whities and taking long, appreciative glances at my smooth, bent-over backside as he splashed water on his face and scrubbed a bit of the grease from his rough, thick fingers. When I was finished he led me into the living room, where he kicked back in his chair and let me snuggle up on the floor between his powerful legs.

“The rules are there for a reason, boy,” he said as I sniffed at his inner thighs, following my nose to his heavy, fragrant balls. “I’m your Dad, and it’s my job to raise you right. That means learning a sense of responsibility,” he said as I pressed my nose into his space between his nuts and thigh and inhaled like it was a drug. “We all like to have our fun,” he said, and I pulled back to watch it rise: my favorite thing in the whole world, my old man’s fat cock. “But if all we did was have fun all day, no work would get done.”

“I know, Dad,” I said, unable to keep my lips off his succulent, musky shaft as I dragged my face up alongside it. “But I just love having fun, especially with you…sometimes it’s all I can think about and I just sorta forget about my chores and everything else.”

“Well that’s natural for a growing boy like you,” Dad said, looking down at me appreciatively as I lapped at the precum pooling on the tip of his cock. I moaned when I tasted it. But then Dad took hold of my chin and pointed my face up at his. He held out a finger. “Just remember, I’m the only man in your life. I know you might be curious about other boys, but you can’t be running around letting them have their way with you, because that’s not a productive way to spend your time. Don’t I take good care of you?”

“Yes, you do, Dad,” I said, and Dad let go of my chin. I immediately slid my mouth down his cock.

“Awww, yes, son, you know how Daddy likes it. Suck that cock, slow and deep. Slow and deep.” I stretched my lips around Dad’s massive rod, savoring the smell and taste. “Take it all the way to the base…there you go.” I held my nose in Dad’s sweaty pubes, feeling his cock pulse in my throat.

“Let’s see my boy’s pretty little pussy,” Dad said as he pulled my head off his cock and picked me up to put me on the bed, on all fours. “There it is. Spread it for Daddy, arch your back. That’s my boy.” I felt Dad’s tongue in my hole. I moaned. “Mm, my boy tastes so good. Clean as a whistle.” He dug his tongue in deep, licked all around my hole.

“Daddy’s all you need, remember that, son,” Dad said as he stood up and pressed the blunt head of his cock against my tight hole. “This fat cock will fill your hole much better than any of those boys who come around.”

“I know, Dad,” I said as Dad drizzled spit onto the spot where his cock met my hole. He pushed inside. The head popped in and I moaned. “I love having fun with you.”

“That’s right, boy,” Dad said, pushing another inch of him into me. “We can have our fun, but only when your mom’s not around, and only when you’ve finished your homework and done your chores,” he added as he sunk the rest of himself into me. He started to fuck. “Daddy knows this pussy needs to be filled, but for now, I’m the only one who fills is. Understand? Your daddy’s boy until I say so.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I said, bracing myself as best I could as Dad began to rail my ass. “You take such good care of me.”

“Yes I do,” Dad said, grabbing onto my ass cheeks and splitting my hole open with his beer-can thick cock. “I know what my boy needs and I give it to him. But only after you finish your homework and do your chores, understand?”

“Yes Dad!” I said.

“Alright, well, Daddy’s gonna cum in you. Keep that hole open for me. Here it comes,” Daddy said, and he moaned as he held his cock deep and let it unload.

When he was done he pulled me in for a hug and a deep kiss. “Now let’s have some dinner,” he said.

“Can we do it again tonight, Dad?” I said as he held me. “Mom won’t be home till tomorrow morning.”

“We’ll see son. If you’re good and do the dishes after dinner like you’re supposed to, I can’t see why you couldn’t spend the night in bed with your old man and take a few more of his loads. Would you like that?”

“Yeah Dad!” I said.

“Good. Now go get cleaned up.”

Double

by Natty Soltesz

Rich’s Double answered the door when I went to his house that day. And I had no idea at first, though I noticed Rich looked particularly good. I mean, he’s always been a handsome dude; even in high school he had it together with his muscles and hairstyle and everything.

“Hey Rich,” I said, and he smiled and nodded like he does.

“Come on in,” he said, and I followed him around the corner and there was Rich, again, standing at his kitchen counter with a shit-eating grin on his face. The Rich who’d answered the door stood next to the real Rich and mimicked his smile.

“You didn’t,” I said.

“I did,” Rich said and at the same time, the Rich who answered the door said, “He did.” Side-by-side they were easier to tell apart. Rich – real Rich, his hair was messier, his skin oily in patches. There was a smell difference, too, even standing a few feet away from them. Real Rich smelled like, well, Rich. But the simu had retail-ish smell, a chemical-based freshness.

“Kind of fucking awesome, isn’t he?” Rich said. I shook my head and stared. It was always a little weird meeting a new simu, and this one was a doozy. “Make us lunch,” Rich said to his simu, and we went off to the living room to talk about it while the simu commandeered Rich’s impeccably-clean kitchen.

“What happened to Trina?” Trina was the simu he’d bought last year. She was the kind most guys our age owned – looked like a porn star, programmed to cook, clean and take cock.

“Traded her in,” Rich said, pouring us both a drink. “They took five K off his down payment for her.”

“That’s a pretty good deal,” I said, thinking I wasn’t going to miss Trina that much. She was built a few years back and had been programmed with minimal intelligence. Once people had looked down on the whole “fuck robot” thing but now it was understood that sex simus had been integral in advancing humanoid technology, because there was such a market for them. And now you had these hyper-intelligent simus, and the athlete simus that everyone was debating whether or not should be allowed to compete with humans.

“Like, why, though? I mean, I kind of get it…” I said. I was broaching the obvious fact that most people bought Doubles because they wanted to fuck them. And maybe Rich was bi, but we’d never talked about it before. Of course most of our friends were bi, and Rich and I had fooled around in high school, but I’d always assumed it was something he’d outgrown.

“Dude, it’s the best thing ever. You know how many hours I’ve worked this week?” he said, handing me a cocktail.

“Your job doesn’t screen?” I said.

“Nope,” he said. “And that’s the thing, he’s hyper-intelligent. He can do shit twice as fast as me. I thought he’d just be a placeholder but he’s, like, better at my job than I am.” He sat across from me and took a drink from his cocktail. “And the sex is kind of fucking phenomenal,” he said to me, with a leer.

There it was. I was relieved he’d come out and said it. Like I said, there were a lot of reasons people bought Doubles but sex was a big one. Who doesn’t have fantasies about fucking themselves? Doubles were programmed to mirror you, depending on the model they mimicked your consciousness to a pretty startling degree. It was a being that knew exactly what you wanted, to whom you could do any depraved thing you could imagine and not face rejection.

“I didn’t think you still got with dudes,” I said.

“I don’t,” Rich said. “I mean, not since with us, anyway.” Just then Rich’s Double came in holding two plates with avocado and prosciutto sandwiches on them. That was when I noticed how it was dressed: a tank top that showed off its muscled arms and tight midsection, and short, tight shorts that wrapped around its perfect ass and a substantial bulge up front. When it bent over to set the plates on the coffee table its shorts rode up and I saw the straps of a jock peek out. There was something so deliciously kinky about that. I knew from experience that fucking a simu was pretty fun, particularly because of the inhuman element – there weren’t any restrictions or messiness. I figured its asshole was probably perfect and pink and tight as a drum, and as I imagined sliding my cock into it I started to chub up.

Then I realized: I was sort of thinking of fucking Rich. Which I hadn’t thought about in years. So that was a mindfuck.

“Thanks,” Rich said, and I noticed how he rested a hand on the simu’s thigh when he said it, letting his hand slide up a bit as the simu walked away. Also, the simu blushed a bit, and its bulge seemed to swell, too. That kind of attention to detail was impressive.

“You’re interested,” Rich said when the simu left the room. “I can tell.”

“Yeah,” I said, and now I was blushing.

“I haven’t told many people,” Rich said, taking a bite of his sandwich. “You know how people are about Doubles. But I’m telling you, it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. He knows more about me than I do. I mean the level of intellectual simulation they can manage… I paid extra for comprehensive sexuality integration. They interviewed me for like twelve hours. I told them shit I’ve never told anybody, and it’s all in there.”

“What’s it like?” I said, chomping on the sandwich which was, to be honest, kind of terrible. “Fucking yourself, I mean.”

“Phenomenal, man,” Rich said. He looked at me. He set his sandwich down. The Double was in the kitchen – doing dishes, it sounded like. “You wanna see?”

“What do you mean?” I said, giving a nervous laugh.

“Do you want to watch us fuck?” Rich said. “I mean, there’s not much he’ll do with you – he’s set for monogamy, and there’s this whole process I have to go through to change that. But if you want to check us out, I’d be down.”

I started getting hard right then. Rich stood up; he swirled his drink around. “It’d sort of be like we were back in the dorms; watching each other jack off. Remember how much fun we had doing that?” We laughed. That had been born of necessity – sharing a small room – but we’d come to enjoy it, which was how we’d wound up trying other stuff. “I mean, that’s pretty much what this would be, once you get down to it,” Rich said, and he finished his drink. His hand went to his crotch. He looked at me and smiled.

“I’m down, man,” I said. We smirked at each other, massaging our growing dicks. It was on.

“Hey Rich,” Rich said. His Double sauntered in, drying its hands on a towel. It was uncanny the way it moved, like it had time of its own to keep, though I knew it could have been in the doorway faster than fast had it been programmed that way. Those were the little touches that meant everything. Then there was the smirk that went across its face when it saw us – it was as down as we were. It tossed the towel back into the kitchen where I’m sure it landed perfectly on the counter.

“Come in here a minute,” Rich said, and the Double approached, expectantly.

“Take off your clothes,” Rich said. The simu kept its smirk as it kicked off its flip-flops. I’d noticed its feet earlier – feet being my thing – they were really shapely and hot. I looked over at Rich, then, because it was really his feet I was admiring, and I supposed I’d noticed them before but now I saw how sexy they were – well-arched and formed, with dark hair on the tops of his toes.

The simu lifted off its shirt, revealing a perfectly muscled torso with the same smattering of chest hair that Rich had on his. It didn’t look exactly  like Rich, though – it was a little more muscled, a little more, well, sexualized. Later Rich told me he’d opted for an idealized Double, with subtle differences that gave the real Rich something to live up to.

Still, as the simu took hold of the waistband on its shorts and lowered them over its jockstrap, it was interesting to look from one to the other and compare. I was fully hard and Rich was, too, but the simu was still soft.

“One thing I’m gonna change is that he won’t get hard until you start touching him,” Rich said, motioning to the bulge in the simu’s jock. “That’s part of the monogamy protocol – you can actually touch him, you just can’t do anything sexual.” Rich got close the simu, then he looked at me and beckoned me over. “Go ahead, touch him,” he said.

I walked over to it. The simu looked at me, and for a moment the real Rich in the room disappeared. It was Rich looking at me, with acceptance and maybe an undirected desire. It was like another aspect of Rich, separate, but still him. I touched the simu’s bare, hard chest. It was warm, its chest rising and falling with simulated breath. I ran my hand over its nipples and they hardened. “Mm,” the simu said, and it was just Rich.

“Try to touch his dick, though,” Rich said, so I ran my hand down the simu’s tight, hairy stomach and over the bulge of its jock. I grasped the soft cock inside.

Instant shut-down. The simu’s eyes clouded and it gracefully but quickly assumed a standing, defensive posture. The skin began to cool and harden. A lot of simus had that feature, skin that changed chemistry in the face of threat – it became like linoleum. The dick in my hand became solid, a mannequin dick, and the illusion of Rich was instantly shattered.

“Feel a little protective of yourself, huh?” I said to Rich.

“I just don’t want anybody else jizzing in him when I’m not around,” Rich said. He gently touched the back of the simu’s neck and whispered in its ear. Instantly it came back alive, skin softening, limbs relaxing. It looked at Rich, then at me, and smiled. Rich directed the simu’s face to his. I watched them look into one another’s eyes. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like, to look at yourself like that. They kissed, slowly at first, then with more passion. You could tell how turned on they were. Their hands were going all over each other as they shoved their tongues in each other’s mouths. Rich slipped the jock off its body, freeing its hard-on. It was thick and hairy and standing out from its body. It had weight to it and it swayed and bobbed realistically. Rich was hard under his shorts.

“Still into it?” Rich said.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, grabbing my hard-on under my shorts. “It’s super hot.” Rich smiled. He ran his hand down his Double’s body, down its smooth side, finally wrapping his fist around its throbbing cock. “To be honest, I can hardly go an hour or two without fucking him,” Rich said, stroking it. “You know when you’re young, as soon as you think about jacking off you want to do it? He’s like a constant reminder that I want to do it. And he never says no.” The Double raised his eyebrows at me: guilty as charged.

Rich let go of the simu’s cock and started to strip as I settled back onto the couch. His Double helped him lift off his shirt and lower his shorts. Rich was just as hard as his Double, their cocks so similar they even both veered off to the left. They they came together and started making out again, their cocks reaching for one another like magnets. They grabbed each other’s asses and pressed close.

It was like watching twins make out, so illicit and sexy that I found myself reaching into my shorts to wrap my hand around my bare cock without really thinking about it. Rich glanced over at me. “Take it out,” he whispered, so I dropped my shorts and freed my erection. They both smiled at me and went back to kissing. I watched as a big drop of precum formed on the Double’s dick. Rich noticed, too, and got on his knees.

“See that?” he said, grabbing the simu’s cock and reaching for the head of it with his mouth. He licked off the drop of precum. “Strawberry-flavored.”

“You’re shitting me,” I said, and Rich laughed. The Double looked down at him, bending its knees as Rich squeezed his fist from the base of the Double’s cock up to the head, where another pearl of precum formed, then began to run down its shaft. Rich swiped it up on his finger then motioned for me to come over. He held his finger to me and I licked the precum off of it. It was cummy, for sure, but with just a hint of fruityness. It was pretty delicious, to be honest. “It precums more than I do,” Rich said, keeping a steady stroke on his Double. “I love eating it out of him, is the thing. You can get all kinds of different flavors…even weed-infused cum.”

“Huh,” I said, my hard cock leading the way as I got back on the couch. Rich stroked his big hairy cock in one hand and a mirror-image of it in another, before slipping his lips over the head of his Double’s cock. I wondered what it must feel like to be able to suck your own dick. Rich seemed utterly turned-on, ignoring his own throbber for the moment as he cupped the simu’s balls, sucking on the tip of its cock before he took the whole thing into his throat. He nursed it in his throat for a moment then came off – let it stand there, throbbing – then went back down on it again.

The simu reacted accordingly, one of its hands dangling at its side while the other traveled up and down its body. He gazed at Rich as Rich’s head bobbed up down on his cock, its ass pushing forward each time Rich swallowed him. There was something uninhibited about the way they were acting, not only ignoring me entirely but also putting me in the position of watching two people who were utterly turned on by one another, even though – or maybe because – one of them wasn’t a person at all.

Rich sucked his Double like a bitch in heat, taking it deep and fast. I realized he was edging it. The Double started rising up on its toes, balls scrunched up to its body, chest moving quickly with its simulated breath. Then Rich stopped and stood. He wiped his mouth, looked at me, smiled. “Never imagined I’d wind up such a cocksucker,” he said. “But it’s different, somehow, when you look up and see yourself staring down at you…”

Rich sat on the other side of the couch and spread his legs. The Double dutifully got on its knees between Rich’s legs. It gazed at Rich’s cock with something like awe, and when it finally began blowing him it sucked like love, working its mouth up and down Rich’s shaft in slow, steady movements, its eyes constantly going back up to Rich’s face. Rich was so hard and so into it, but sometimes he would do this thing where he would tap the simu on the side of the head.

“It’s a feedback interceptor,” Rich said when he noticed me noticing. “Teaches him to be a better cocksucker. You tap every time it starts to get boring and he adjusts.” The simu got down low to suck on Rich’s balls, and I took the opportunity to get up and look at its ass. It was as nice as I’d imagined: mostly hairless, firm and round, with a tight-looking pink hole. The Double wiggled it a bit in a teasing way. Rich smirked at me.

“I’ve dumped so much cum into that hole,” Rich said.

“Does it just…dump it back out?” I said.

“Actually no,” Rich said, motioning for the simu to come off of him. “He has a multi-alternative-energy motor so it gets processed in his system.”

“So you fuck it to keep it alive. Wow,” I said.

“It doesn’t help that much,” the Double said, standing up and wiping its mouth.

“He gets sassy sometimes,” Rich said. He stood and turned to his Double. “Shut the fuck up,” Rich said, and slapped it across the face. The simu’s smile vanished but then a slow look of lust replaced it. I knew that a lot of people abused their simus, and the internet was full of simu snuff. So it didn’t shock me so much as take me by surprise that Rich was into that.

“Get over the fucking couch,” Rich said, pushing the Double so hard that it fell forward against the coffee table. “Get on all fours, bitch,” Rich said, winking at me after he said it. The simu scrambled up onto the couch cushions and assumed the position. “Look at that fucking ass,” Rich said, kneeling down and caressing the simu’s perfect butt.

“It’s your ass,” I said.

“Yeah, and now I get to lick it,” Rich said, and sank his face into it, digging his tongue deep into the simu’s hole. The simu grunted in surprise and pleasure. Rich was bent forward, eating out his Double, and his human ass was a near replica for the one he had his head stuffed in. I liked looking at both of them, to be honest, watching the natural contractions of Rich’s asshole as his hard cock pulsed in front of him.

Then Rich stood and got his cock into position. He didn’t even need to get it wet – I guess it was a combination of his spit on the simu’s hole, plus most simus are self-lubricating. He just positioned his cock to his Double’s pink slit and pushed inside, moaning as he did. The Double moaned, too which was funny – Rich in stereo. I laid on the couch next to them so I could get a view of the simu’s tight hole stretched around the base of Rich’s fat prong.

“Feels so fuckin good,” Rich said, holding his cock inside his Double.

“Fuck me,” the Double said and Rich began to thrust, his butt flexing as he pumped his fat dick in and out of that tight simu hole. As he ramped up he got rougher, slapping the thing’s ass. Then, he pulled its head back and spit in its face. The simu only moaned louder and pushed back harder on Rich’s dick. The more abuse Rich heaped onto it the more it wanted. Rich flipped it around, fucking it missionary-style and punching its chest. He slapped it across the face a few more times and even gave it a solid punch in the eye. The simu whimpered and moaned but kept its legs spread wide.

“Take that dick you fuckin whore,” Rich said. As turned on as I was watching the scene, I was aware of how profoundly weird it was, too; Rich abusing himself, fucking himself into oblivion. He fucked it harder and harder and it seemed like he was building up to a climax. And then all the sudden the thing started spurting cum, jets and jets that went up its chest.

“Shoot that load, bitch,” Rich said.

“Goddamn that’s a lot of cum,” I said.

“Hell yeah it is, eat it you fucker,” Rich said, scooping some of the jizz in his fingers and forcing them into the simu’s mouth. It lapped it up hungrily, and Rich continued to feed it as he wrecked his simu’s ass with punishing thrusts.

“I’m gonna fuckin cum in this cunt,” Rich said, and with a groan he bottomed out in the simu, holding its ankles as he blew his load, groaning with each shot. Having bareback sex was rare enough those days with super-syphilis going around, so this was a total turn-on, watching Rich empty his nuts right into something that looked, for all the world, like another human being.

I’d been on the edge for a while and when Rich blew I let myself go, lifting my shirt so that my load coated my chest and stomach. Rich, coming down from his cum, looked over at me and smiled. Then he whispered into the simu’s ear.

It looked up at me and smiled. Then it leaned forward and began to lick my chest and stomach, sucking every drop of cum off me until I was as clean as Rich’s kitchen counter. I think that’s when I knew I was sold; that I’d want to get one for, and of, myself.

New Stories Alert!

Hi, friends. I just posted a bunch of new stories – check them out! These were initially Patreon-only content, but I had to purge them from Patreon as they have decided that incest stories (even “step-incest” stories) are outside their terms of service. Which is bullshit, but bullshit I’m pretty familiar with at this point, having published erotica for the last twenty or so years. Anyway, bad for my patrons/income, but good for you – I hope you dig them!

Game Night

Every Friday was family game night at my house. After dinner my sister and I would get a shower, Mom would clear the kitchen table and Dad would bring out the board games. We played Clue and Risk but my favorite was Monopoly, mostly because I was good at it. The only person who won as much as I did was Dad.

One weekend Mom went out of town to visit her aunt and took my sister with her. They were doing a “girls’ weekend” – shopping and seeing a show. I had no interest and was happy to stay home with Dad.

When I got home from school on Friday he was making dinner.

“Hey, tiger!” he said, his nickname for me. “I got some corn at the roadside stand and I figured I’d make my famous fried chicken to go with it.” The kitchen was a total mess and Dad was all smiles, sipping a beer as he tossed the chicken in the batter. I got a good feeling about the weekend, it being just the two of us. Little did I know just how good it was going to be.

The food was delicious and we both had seconds.

“Are we still gonna play a game tonight?” I asked.

“Absolutely!” Dad said. I still had to take shower before we played. I put on my underwear and pajamas and socks. When I came out Dad was in the shower in his bedroom, so I cleared the table and was setting up the Monopoly board when he came down.

“Alright, you got it all ready,” he said. His dark, thick hair was wet and he was wearing a v-neck t-shirt that showed the thick carpet of hair that covered his wide chest. He had on pajama pants and socks, like me, and he smelled fresh as he stood over me and tousled my hair.

“Yeah but is it going to be fun with just the two of us?” I said. Dad went to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer.

“Sure it will. And maybe we can think of a way to make it more interesting as the game goes on,” Dad said. I wasn’t sure what he meant but it sounded good. Dad started to shut the fridge but stopped. “Hey Scott – you want a beer?”

“Really?”

“Sure,” he said, grabbing another. “One’s not gonna hurt you. Just make sure you don’t tell Mom about it, alright? Or your sister.”

“Okay, Dad.”

“That’s my boy,” he said, winking as he set the beer in front of me. I took a sip. I was excited that he was treating me like a man.

“Thanks, Dad. This is awesome.”

“Hey, this is our guys’ weekend. We’ll make our own rules.”

We began playing. I had some luck at the beginning but Dad soon had the advantage. I was holding my own but he had a few hotels set up while I only had houses. I was thinking it was only a matter of time before I lost when Dad spoke up. He’d just cracked open a new beer.

“You know I can think of one way we could make this game more interesting,” he said, raising his eyebrow at me. He took a sip of his beer.

“How?” I said, taking a sip of my own (I was definitely feeling it).

“You’ve heard of strip poker, right? What about strip Monopoly?”

“Really?” I said, my heart quickening.

“Why not? When one of us lands on the other’s property, we have to take off a piece of clothing. Whaddya say?” I wasn’t sure what to say at first. It made me really excited but also nervous. I hadn’t seen my stepdad naked in years. He’s a big, masculine guy with a great body and lately I’d been really curious about it. I was sure he hadn’t seen me naked in as many years and the thought of showing off my cock to him was almost as exciting as the thought of getting to see his.

“Are you sure it’s alright?”

“Sure why not? Just us guys, right? It’ll be one more thing we don’t tell your mother when she gets back.”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” I said, and finished my beer for courage.

“It’s on!” Dad said. “But just to keep things even – are you wearing underwear?”

“Yep,” I said.

“Good, me too.”

Dad rolled the dice and landed on one of my houses. “There go my socks,” he said, stripping them off his big feet. My heart was racing and some of the blood was going to my cock. I tried to calm myself because I didn’t want to have a boner if I had to get naked.

I managed to dodge his properties on my next turn, then he went and landed on one of mine. My luck was changing and as a reward I got to see my hot dad take his shirt off, which he did with a smile on his bearded face. My stepdad has such a nice chest, it’s wide and strong with big nipples. I liked looking at it.

It was my bad luck to land on two of his properties in a row. I was glad we were playing for clothes now cause had it been money I would’ve been out of the game. As it was I took my shirt off and was in the same position as him – bare-footed and bare-chested. I’m smooth unlike Dad which gets me down sometimes, but Dad seemed to like looking at me as much as I liked looking at him.

Dad lost next. He stood up from the table, smiling as he slid down his pajama pants and revealed his boxer-briefs which were black and well-stretched in the front. I could see his cock flopping around as he kicked his pants off to the floor. “Looks like I’ll be down to my bare butt soon, at this rate,” he said.

It was my turn and I was seriously nervous. Not only was I down to my pajama pants but I had a raging boner that would be totally obvious if I had to take them off. With held breath I rolled the dice and next thing I knew I’d landed on one of Dad’s hotels.

“Looks like it’s pants for you, tiger,” Dad said with a smirk. I took a deep breath and stood up, then lowered my pajama pants. I hoped he wouldn’t look too closely and notice my hard cock, which rested like a pipe alongside my pelvis, trapped beneath my briefs. But Dad stared right at it. My face flushed red and I sat down.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” Dad said. “It’s just a boner. I’m getting one too – look.” Dad stood up. He certainly did have a boner. It tented out the front of his boxer briefs looking heavy and thick. He stood there for a minute, showing it off to me and smiling like he was proud. “We’re guys and we’re horny. It happens,” Dad said. He sat down. I felt better but I also felt hornier than ever knowing that both of us were sitting there with boners in our underwear.

I wondered if Dad jerked off. I’d never thought of it before but it seemed likely that he did, especially if he was as horny as I was. I jacked off every chance I got. In fact I played with myself every night before bed and had been looking forward to doing it that night.

But first we had to finish our game, and we were both down to our underwear. Dad landed on Chance for his next turn. I landed on Go. Then Dad rolled again and landed on one of my properties.

“Welp, tiger, looks like this is it. Ready to see your old man in the buff?”

I laughed. Dad stood up. He still had his boner, in fact it looked even bigger and harder than it had been just a few moments ago. Dad looked down at it and smiled. “Looks like you’ll be seeing me in all my glory, then.” He stepped to the side of the table and sang a goofy stripper song as he danced around, bumping his hips from side to side. It made me laugh. He turned around and with one motion popped his firm, hairy butt out from his underwear. I couldn’t believe what a nice butt he had. He shook it a bit before turning around. His cock was still covered. Smiling right at me, he slowly lowered the waistband until his pubic hair came into view. He had tons of it. He kept lowering his underwear until I saw the root of his cock, which looked really thick. Lower and lower until I thought the shaft of his cock would never end. Finally his big, fat dong sprung out.

“Ta-da!” Dad said, tucking the waistband underneath his balls. I laughed but my cock was so hard. Dad dropped his underwear the rest of the way and stepped out of them, his boner bouncing around. I couldn’t stop looking at it; it was so large and so hard, the moist tip of it peeking out from under his thick foreskin. Dad stood there for a minute, proudly letting me regard it.

“Okay,” he said, sitting back down. “Your turn now.”

I rolled and landed on Luxury Tax. “Should I just pay the money?”

“Nope. Time to lose those briefs, tiger,” Dad said, sitting back. He draped one arm over the top of the chair and I could see his bushy armpit hair. I couldn’t see his other hand and though I wasn’t sure, I thought he might be feeling his cock with it. “Show me what you got.”

Nervously I stood. My hard-on was standing straight up from my body now. I tried dancing around a bit and Dad gave me some music for it, which made me laugh. “Let’s see that butt,” Dad said and I turned around. I did like he had and pulled my briefs over it. It’s a smooth, round butt and I bent over a bit, shaking it for Dad, who wolf-whistled.

“Dad!” I said, standing up straight.

“Hey, I can’t help it, it’s a nice butt.” I turned around. My cock was so hard that it wanted to stand straight up – I couldn’t slide the waistband down over it like he had. When I pulled my underwear away from my body my cock just popped right up toward the ceiling. So I took my briefs down and kicked them off. I stood there awkwardly, holding my hand in front of my cock. “Hey now, let me see,” Dad said and I took my hands away. He whistled again, this time in appreciation.

“That’s a nice boner there, son. You’ve got nice big nuts like your Pop, too.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said, getting more comfortable with being naked in front of him. I pulsed my cock and let it bounce. It felt good to be like this with him. Natural.

“Boy we’re a couple of horny guys, huh?” he said, standing back up. His boner was standing out from his body and it bounced as he walked toward me. “Guess this is what happens when the women are away, huh?”

“I’m always like this,” I said. “The only action I’ve ever seen is from my hand.”

Dad laughed. “I suppose that’s right,” he said.

“Do you jack off, Dad?”

“Sure! Your mom…well…she hasn’t been too into sex, lately. Jacking off is fun. Do you like it?”

“Oh yeah. I jack off almost every night.”

“That’s good son,” he said. He had his hands on his hips and our boners were pointing at each other. “It’s healthy to get your nuts off on a regular basis. Keeps them from getting backed up. In fact I have a porno tape I watch every now and again that really does the trick. You ever seen one of those?”

“Yeah, me and Jason watched one once,” I said.

“Want to watch one with me?” Dad said.

“Definitely,” I said.

“Let me go grab it from the den. Hey, this’ll be fun,” Dad said, putting his arm around my shoulder. I could smell him and feel his armpit hair tickling the top of my shoulder. He walked me to the living room, our hips touching and boners leading the way. “Never thought I’d be doing this with my boy but you’re all grown up now, aren’t you?” he said, and reached down in front of me, grabbing my boner in his big hand and giving it a squeeze. Dad chuckled. “Yeah, you sure are grown up.”

Dad came back with the tape and put it in the VCR. “Sit next to me on the couch,” he said. We were silent as the movie kicked into gear. Dad had his arm around me and every once in a while he’d reach down to give his boner a little stroke, so I started doing the same to mine. I thought about how he’d casually grabbed mine and realized I desperately wanted to do the same thing to him. Dad must have sensed it.

“Want to feel your old man’s boner?” he said.

“Yeah Dad,” I said.

“Go for it, tiger. Check it out. Just us guys here, remember. We can do whatever we want.” I reached down and took hold of that big piece. I could barely get my whole hand around it. I stroked it, making the foreskin retract and reveal his juicy cock head before I slid it back up. “Wow, that feels amazing,” Dad said. He rested his head back against the couch, closing his eyes as I continued to stroke his cock. I forgot all about the movie as I got lost in playing with my Dad’s huge boner. I couldn’t get enough of it and Dad’s occasional grunts and groans told me he was enjoying it as much as me. I leaned down and got closer to it. His crotch had this amazing smell that was like my Dad only more concentrated, hornier. I was stroking him at a pretty good clip and I saw his balls start to bunch up and his breathing got heavier.

“Whoa there,” he said, brushing my arm away with his hand. “Almost made me cum.”

“Sorry,” I said.

“No, don’t be sorry. It felt amazing. I just want to make it last.” Dad gently pushed me back into the couch. “Now it’s your turn, tiger.” He took my cock in his hand and stroked me like I’d done him, only he was really good at it. With his other hand he felt all over my body, my chest and stomach and thighs. When he took hold of my balls I thought I was going to cum but Dad knew just how to keep me on the edge and I didn’t.

“Now that looks nice,” Dad said, motioning to the movie. The girl was on her knees taking a big dick down her throat. “Ever wonder what a blowjob feels like?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Best feeling in the world,” Dad said, stroking me. His eyes went from the movie to my prick. “Check it out,” he said and the next thing I felt was his hot, wet mouth engulfing my dick. He took it all the way down to the base before coming back up again. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was heavenly. Dad made a couple more passes before he came up for air.

“Bet you’d cum if I did that a few more times, wouldn’t you?” he said.

“I almost did already,” I said.

“Want to try sucking mine?” I didn’t even say anything, just leaned over so my face was next to his crotch. I sniffed deep, taking in that wonderful smell, then I took the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on his foreskin and tasting his precum before I tried to stuff in more of his shaft. Dad moaned. “That’s it, tiger. Just explore it, take your time. Watch those teeth.” I licked up and down his boner. I even tongued his nuts a little. I got a rhythm going with my hand and my mouth until I could tell he was close to cumming.

“That feels great, tiger. Just keep doing that. Open up a little wider…there you go. Let your throat relax. Now take it as deep as you can. Ah – fuck – right there, that’s it. Keep going. Oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum. You want me to nut in your mouth? You want to take Dad’s load, tiger?”

“Mm hm,” I said around his cock.

“That’s my boy. Keep stroking me and sucking my cock and I’ll give it to you. Don’t be afraid if you can’t swallow it all, I shoot huge loads. Hot damn I can’t believe my son is sucking my cock. You’re so good at that. Yeah, hold my nuts. Oh fuck here it comes. Here it comes. You ready, tiger? Oh fuck. Oh goddammit, fuck, FUCK! I’m cumming!”

A thick, hot jet of jizz filled my mouth. It was followed by another, thicker jet. I panicked a little but just started swallowing. I swallowed and swallowed as more and more cum filled my throat. Dad kept swearing, his hand on the back of my head holding me close as he unloaded in my throat.

“Phew!” he said finally, and took his hand away from my head. “Wow, what a blowjob! Good work, tiger. Sorry for all that cussing, it happens when I get excited.”

I sat up, wiping my mouth. I’d loved every second of it. There was a fresh drop of cum on Dad’s lowering cock and I swiped it off with my finger and licked it.

“You really like that stuff, don’t you?” Dad said. “Here let me have a taste.” He leaned into me and next thing I knew his mouth was on mine and his tongue was in my mouth. I squirmed my tongue against his.

“Mm,” Dad said. He’d started stroking my cock as we made out and now he looked down at it in his hand. “So what are we going to do about this? I know. Lay back all the way.” I did as he said, stretching out on the couch. Dad got between my legs. “I haven’t done this since college but I’m sure it’ll come back to me.” I wasn’t sure what he meant until he took my thighs in his hands and threw my legs up over my head, exposing my asshole. Dad licked all around my ass before sliding his tongue against my hole. My whole body jerked when I felt that, but Dad held me steady, smiling as he lapped his tongue against my asshole. I could feel his tickle-y beard against my smooth skin and it all felt too amazing. I was moaning like a girl.

“That feel good, tiger?”

“Feels amazing, Dad.”

“My son’s got the hottest little ass, who knew?” Dad said, running his finger over my pink hole. He buried his tongue in it again, getting it deeper this time. Then he lowered my legs and started sucking my cock. He took the entire thing down to my balls and it was the tightest wettest thing ever. I was getting close but when he pressed his finger to my wet asshole and popped the tip of it inside I knew I was going to lose it.

“Oh Dad, I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming!” His finger slid deeper, two knuckles popping past my tight anal ring before I lost it completely and my cock started spurting right in Dad’s mouth. He swallowed it down easily, groaning with pleasure, his finger pumping in and out of my tight ass.

“Wanna taste yours?” Dad said once I began to slow down. He slid his finger out of me and we kissed. I could taste my load in his mouth and below that was the taste of my ass. We kissed for a while, my Dad’s big manly body pressing heavily into mine. I felt closer to him than I ever had.

“Did you enjoy that, son?”

“I’ve never felt anything so good,” I said.

“Good, me too. It’s nice that we’ve got this time to explore. It might be tough after Mom gets back but maybe we can start going up to the cabin, just you and me? We could even try fucking each other’s butts.” The idea of fucking Dad’s hot ass was almost inconceivable; even better was the thought of his cock sliding into mine.

“That sounds awesome.”

“Plus we’ve got all weekend, so let’s make it count. How about another round of Monopoly?”

Raw Milk

This story is a result of a recent Patreon story poll – specifically patron (and friend) Ryan M. McKelvey’s winning idea. Thanks, Ryan!

Bennett had sensed the last straw coming, and it arrived at breakfast that morning, a week into his nephew Aiden’s summer stay at the farm. He and his wife Dorothy had been talking quietly about the day’s work ahead when Aiden came tearing down the stairs and into the kitchen, nary a “good morning” for either of them.

Like most mornings, Bennett observed, the kid had half a hard-on in his jeans. Aiden seemed perpetually turned on – the young, virile jock was probably used to having his pick of pussy in the city. But there wasn’t any pussy to be found out here, unless you didn’t care what species it was. Bennett assumed Aiden had been upstairs jacking off and now he was using that same hand to dig into the bowl of blueberries Dorothy had picked the day before. He shoved a fistful of them into his mouth.

“I made blueberry pancakes,” Dorothy said gently. Aiden glanced at her and went to the fridge.

“I want eggs,” he said, crashing things around inside the fridge and accidentally tossing a lemon onto the floor. Dorothy stood up. She took a lot of pride in her kitchen.

“I’ll make you some eggs, just hold your horses,” Dorothy said. Bennett watched the scene warily. He’d agreed with his brother that it was a good idea to take on Aiden for the summer – he needed the help around the farm.

“Plus the kid needs discipline,” Aiden’s dad had said. “He’s like a bull in a china shop most days.” It had been a while since Bennett had spent time with his

nephew, and his brother’s description had proved accurate. Aiden had mucked the goat barn in record time, but managed to break two rakes in the process. Bennett taught him patiently to milk the cows, but when Estrella – Bennett’s prize milker – managed to kick over the bucket, Aiden raged at her like it was a personal affront. Aiden was a well-built and fine specimen of manhood, but his energy was rangy and wild.

Dorothy reached around Aiden to grab the bowl of eggs on the counter. Aiden spun around at the same time and knocked Dorothy off balance. It was an accident but it startled both of them, and that was when Bennett stood up.

“To the barn, now,” he said in a steady, deep voice, leveling his eyes at Aiden. Aiden huffed but started outside. Bennett took him by his solid, muscular arm and led him down the porch stairs.

“I’m hungry,” Aiden complained. “Let me go,” he said, and tried to yank his arm away but Bennett held tight.  “I didn’t even want to come here.” Bennett said nothing as he pulled Aiden inside the barn. Beams of morning sunlight shot through the cracks in the slatted wood and lay across the dirt floor. “I’m gonna call my dad and make him pick me up cause this fucking sucks…” Aiden continued and he was still going on when Bennett calmly raised his elbow and drove his forearm into the kid’s neck, knocking the voice out of him and slamming Aiden’s hard back against the wall of the barn. Aiden was shocked into submission for the moment, and Bennett grabbed the boy’s wrists in his strong hand and twisted Aiden’s muscular arms behind him. At the same time, Bennett drove his weight into the boy’s chest, pinning him against the wall.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Aiden snarled as Bennett took a leather strap hanging on the wall behind him and tied the kid’s wrists together. When Aiden was fully restrained Bennett began to unbutton the kid’s jeans, shoving his jeans and underwear down. Aiden’s cock came bounding out – not fully hard, but tumescent. He lifted the kid’s nuts in his hand which were large, heavy, and slightly reddish-purple in color. Bennett suspected they were full to bursting.

Bennett spit in his palm and wrapped it around the kid’s cock. It shot up instantly to it’s full nine-inch, fat-bodied glory. Yeah, there was no doubt Aiden was an alpha-stud bull who needed milking.

Aiden cursed and protested but Bennett paid no mind, keeping the kid solidly pinned to the wall as he stroked his cock. Aiden continued to sputter and fight, finding reserves of energy to try to peel himself off the wall but Bennett held true. Soon Aiden’s fighting began to resemble the throes of pleasure. His breathing got more intense, his face flushed, and his cock began to take on a red-hot hue that indicated to Bennett that his nephew was about to give up the milk. He stroked faster, using his calloused, farm-roughened hands to bring the boy to the crest.

“Fuck!” Aiden grunted as his load began to spurt out onto the dirt. Bennett watched dispassionately as the kid unloaded, rope after rope of sweet jizz streaming from Aiden’s overloaded testicles.

“Alright,” Bennett said as Aiden began to relax. “Alright.” Bennett carefully lifted some of his weight from Aiden’s chest but even though Aiden was still coming down from his orgasm the boy began to push back, digging his foot into the wall behind him to try and overpower his uncle. Bennett pushed right back. He took the kid by the balls.

“Got more in there don’t you?” Bennett said, squeezing the heavy sack like he was assessing the ripeness of a peach. “We’re not done till you’re milked dry.” He gave the kid’s deflated cock an exploratory stroke and, sure enough, it began to fill up with blood again. “Yeah you ain’t done,” Bennett said, then spit into his palm again and began another round of milking. “Healthy young colt like you. Just relax, makes it easier on both of us,” he said. A minute later Aiden’s cock was fully hard again.

The second load took only slightly longer to achieve than the first, and afterward Aiden seemed more subdued, but Bennett had the sense that one more round was called for so he kept the kid restrained, talking to him gently as he palpated his cock until it began to grow again, a third time.

“This one should be it,” Bennett said as the kid’s cock rose. “Give into it, give into it,” Bennett chanted as he stroked, coaxing Aiden’s penis to another full erection. Aiden looked down and seemed to notice his boner. He gave a quick, angry glance at his uncle, then shot his gaze up at the ceiling where a dove that was nesting in the rafters seemed to observe his predicament. “We shoulda been doing this from the start, could’ve saved me and Dorothy the trouble,” Bennett said, nearly to himself as he paused to add more spit to his hand. In doing so he’d lifted some of his weight off Aiden and though the kid seemed exhausted, he had enough grit in him to shove one of his shoulders into Bennett, who nearly lost his balance. Bennett regained it in time to pin Aiden against the wall again.

“Still got some fight in ya, huh?” Bennett said. “Well that’s okay, cause I got enough energy for the both of us,” Bennett said, using the soothing voice he saved for the goats when they were being particularly ornery. “We’re gonna get one more load out of you and then, well, we’ll see…” he said as he jacked Aiden’s cock.

Several minutes in he could tell this one wasn’t going to come easily. He wet his thick finger in his mouth and got it slick with spit. Then he slipped the finger between the tight cleavage of the kid’s ass, going deeper until he found the hair-ringed, slick rim of Aiden’s asshole. Even though Aiden had jerked away when he first felt Bennett’s finger, he quickly relaxed – he was starting to get it, Bennett realized, was becoming conditioned to the milking. Bennett took a deep breath, holding his finger steadfastly on the kid’s anus. Then with one controlled motion Bennett slid his thick finger past Aiden’s sphincter and into his warm asshole. One of the goats, seeming to notice the change in energy, let out a horny bleat.

“Always does it,” Bennett muttered, feeling Aiden’s cock twitch in spite of the disgruntled look on his face. It took Bennett a moment to find the kid’s prostate, and when he did he pressed against it. Instantly Aiden let out a full-throated moan.

“That’s how you do it. Let go, let go,” Bennett said placatingly as he jerked the kid’s cock to another orgasm, the third harvest of the day: still a good tablespoon full of cum, Bennett noted.

He took his finger out of Aiden’s ass and released the kid’s cock. He let his weight off the kid’s shoulder but this time Aiden didn’t make a move. Bennett undid the strap around Aiden’s wrists and when his hands were free Bennett stepped away assuredly. He hung the strap back on its nail and glanced over at Aiden who was leaning over, hands on his thighs, catching his breath. His cock, hanging out over his visibly-lighter balls – was dripping onto the straw.

Bennett approached Aiden again. The kid stared at him – hard – but he didn’t make any moves, either, even when Bennett grabbed the button of his jeans in one hand and the kid’s balls in the other. He hefted Aiden’s genitals back in his jeans, zipped and buttoned him up.

“That’ll be that,” Bennett said, looking Aiden in the eyes. “Now go eat your eggs. You’re gonna set fence posts today.”

***

And Aiden did set them, quickly and well, all morning and afternoon. He even did it somewhat happily, toward the end, when Bennett noticed him whistling as he walked back to the house at dinner time. Dorothy noticed, too, and gave Bennett a knowing grin.

The next day Bennett came into the barn early to find Aiden already milking the cows. Estrella was doing her usual thing – threatening the bucket with a raised hoof.

Stop it,” Aiden growled, grabbing her hoof roughly and moving it back to the ground.

“Talk sweet to her,” Bennett said as he walked over to the boy. “Don’t agitate.” He watched the kid try – he really was trying. But, young and virile as Aiden was, Bennett knew that the kid was going to need to be milked on a daily basis, just like the cows and goats – if not more often.

So he helped Aiden finish and stopped him before he took the milk up to the house.

“You’re next,” Bennett said. Aiden scowled; Bennett ignored the look. “Get up on the stanchion,” he said, motioning to the raised platforms where he milked the goats. Aiden huffed but began to walk toward them. “Strip down.”

“Strip?” Aiden said.

“All the way,” Bennett said. Aiden let out his breath but did as instructed, peeling off his clothes until he was down to his underwear. The kid really was a perfect specimen of young manhood, from his well-developed chest and tight stomach to his muscular thighs and buttocks, the two strong feet that now stood in the dirt of the barn floor. “All the way,” Bennett said again, and Aiden took down his underwear. The kid’s cock was half-hard and rising. With Aiden more complacent, Bennett had more time to appreciate what a well-hung kid he was, with large, round balls.

“Alright, now up on the stachion. All fours,” Bennett said.

“Why?” Aiden said.

“Makes it easier,” Bennett said, leading the kid by the neck to the stanchion. Aiden softened under his uncle’s grip, putting both knees on the platform and resting his arms and head on the shelf just above it where the goats were given their feed. “Good,” Bennett said, pulling up his small wooden milking stool and taking a seat next to the prone boy. He dipped his fingers into a tin of bag balm and got his palm nice and slick, then took hold of Aiden’s hard, hanging cock. As he began to stroke it Aiden’s breathing changed. The boy kept his eyes closed as Bennett performed his ministrations, dipping the fingers of his other hand into the bag balm as he regarded Aiden’s fine, upturned muscular ass. He ran his lubed-up fingers around the rim of Aiden’s asshole a couple times to prepare him, then slid them inside. Aiden grunted. Bennett kept stroking steadily as he pumped his fingers deeper into Aiden’s tight asshole. Within moments Aiden’s breath got quick, and shortly after that his hole tightened and his load began to pump out.

Bennett had a mug ready on the stanchion and directed the kid’s semen into it – several copious shots that amounted to a good quarter-cup of cum.

“What are you gonna do with that?” Aiden said as he dressed himself, scowling at the mug of his cum.

“It’s good for ya,” Bennett said, and held the mug to Aiden’s face who waved his hands at it. “Puts all those nutrients back in,” Bennett said, grinning at the boy’s distaste. “No?” he said, then drank it down with a smile as  Aiden grimaced.

Bennett put the boy to work on spreading fresh gravel, a miserable process of hauling and raking only made worse by the intense heat of the day. Still, the boy rose to the occasion, matching Bennett’s drive and even surpassing it.

“Guess we should call it a day,” Bennett said leaning on his rake and watching the sun lower in the sky. “Let’s put these tools away.” Bennett followed Aiden into the barn. They put away the wheelbarrows and then Bennett approached Aiden.

“How you doing?” Bennett said as he reached into Aiden’s jeans and grabbed the kid’s sweaty cock and balls. Aiden grunted but didn’t move. “Feelin kinda full – go ahead, up on the stanchion,” Bennett said. And even though Aiden huffed and rolled his eyes, he did it – stripped to his skin and assumed the position. Bennett pulled up the stool, lubed up his fingers and pumped the kid’s cock as he pushed two fingers in his tight ass, deeper until he found Aiden’s prostate. This time it took less than five minutes for him to milk a load out of the kid.

“You did a good job today,” Bennett said, and downed Aiden’s cum like a shot.

“Thanks,” Aiden said, and Bennett realized it was the first time he’d heard the kid say that, which meant the world.