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Subject: A Father’s Perdition part 16 (gayincest) This story is completely fictional any references to names, places, situations are made up. If you enjoy the stories posted here please support fty/donate.html ———————— Feel free to contact with comments and suggestions. I enjoy hearing what everyone thinks. Email: ota Wickr: lucasdwyer1 If you would like updates on when I plan to post new chapters feel free to follow on twitter. Twitter: lucasstories ———————— After laying with Kyle for nearly an hour holding him, he finally fell asleep so I got out of bed put on some lounge pants, turned off the camera recoding and went into the living room. “So you haven’t changed” Henry says snarkily. I smirk and say “yeah I guess, not.” Eric pipes up and says “to be fair it sounded like he wanted it?” Henry just rolls his eyes and goes back to watching whatever is on the television. I ask if anyone wants food and Ollie excitedly shouts “can we have pancakes grampa?!” “Of course we can Ollie! Breakfast food is good any time of day! Do you want to help me?” He jumps off the sofa excitedly but Henry asks him to sit down telling him he needs to talk to me first. We walk into the kitchen and he asks “are you free tomorrow?” I shrug and say “no plans really, what’s up?” Henry smirks and says “there’s someone I want you to meet, I’m trying to keep him out of trouble and thought you might like someone to have some fun with.” I look at him curiously then ask, “how old?” “He’s nineteen, I thought maybe you’d be up to help him out.” I smile at him and say “sure go ahead and set up a meeting, anytime tomorrow sounds good.” Henry grins and says alright I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised with what I have cooked up. He’s piqued my interest now but when I ask he just says “you’ll see” as he walks into the living room then tells Ollie he can come help me. As Ollie comes running into the kitchen I see Henry grab his phone and start typing. **** After getting the affirmative from Dan that he’s up to meet Mark, the lifeguard from the water park. I think when Dan meets him he will be eager to help him out so I grab my phone and send him a text. Henry (10:22): hey man, you up to meet my dad tomorrow? A few minutes pass before getting a response. Mark (10:25): uh yeah, around 1pm ok? Henry (10:26): yeah that’s cool but also gonna need you to bring payment. Mark (10:26): what do you mean, money? Henry (10:27): gonna need you to bring your little brothers Jason and Evan. Almost ten minutes pass now, I assume he’s in full panic mode realizing not only what I’m suggesting but that he also agreed that he would give anything to stay out of trouble. Mark (10:35): whoa dude… are you serious? Henry (10:36): you said you’d pay any price not to go to jail, that’s the price you’ll pay. Mark (10:36): uh I don’t think I can bro, they’re just little kids. Henry (10:37): ok bro, when I get home I will forward the info to the local branch to deal with you. Mark (10:38): wait… fuck, what do you want with them? Henry (10:39): same thing you do and tomorrow is your chance to live out what you’ve secretly fantasized about. Mark (10:40): dude I’ve never thought about them like that Henry (10:41): so you’re saying those cute bathing pics and word docs of fantasy writings in that hidden folder on your hard drive is just bate material? It’s quiet for a bit so I send a final message. Henry (10:58): tomorrow, 1pm, bring the boys or start running. He responds back with `ok’ ending our chat. So now it’s up to him if he’s going to go through with this or not. Mark seems like a nice enough kid and does have a good future ahead of him. I’m not going to fuck that up over some videos he’s watched but I’m also not going to tell him that bit of information, I fully intend to `clear his record’ so to speak when I get back to Boston but I also want something from him and I’m not beneath using coercion to get it; I learned from the master. Along with Eric we give Dan and Kyle some alone time taking Oliver to a local park, giving him a chance to run around and play with other kids while simultaneously giving his little butt a rest from the workout it received the night before. I also spend time admiring some of the other younger boys wondering if they have been given the same love Oliver receives. We talk to a few of the other parents in the park as the kids play, mostly moms who seemed a bit surprised by two men with a boy but seemed to lighten up when they’d see how we interacted with Oliver. Eric ends up also running around, chasing Oliver and some of his new friends acting like a little kid himself. Watching him makes me wonder why I never pursued him sooner. We’ve been best friends since second grade, we grew up together, we were fucked together; I used to fuck him when we were boys and into our teens but nothing seemed to come of it other than our friendship. In high school and early in college I even went so far as to date girls which I was never really into but looking at Oliver I have zero regrets because I ended up with him. Now though reunited with Eric that connection to him was almost immediate, I wanted him in my life and I could tell he wanted something too. Now in a few days when I return home with Oliver we will be returning with a new addition, a new dad in Oliver’s life and I’m grateful he’s someone my son loves and adores as much, if not more than me. While I’m sitting on a bench lost in thought I’m jarred back to reality by Oliver crying. I see him running towards me and can immediately tell he scraped his knee. When he gets to me I kneel down in front şişli travesti of him and start inspecting his wound. It’s not bad more like a minor rug burn but of course when you’re a kid it’s the end of the world. Eric walks up behind him placing his hands on the boys shoulders as I reach into my pocket and pull out a package of antibacterial wipes. “This is going to sting” I tell him as I wipe his knee; he winces but doesn’t cry out. When I finish I look him in the eyes and ask “do you need daddy to kiss it and make it better?” He looks back over his shoulder to the boys he was playing with then back to me and says “it’s ok daddy, it feels better now.” I let out a sigh, he’s growing up so fast and now doesn’t want to look like a little boy in front of other boys. “Alright, well why don’t you run back and play a little more then we should get home and get that cleaned up a little better… sound good?” He smiles and nods then turns and runs back to play with the other boys. I watch as his little butt bounces in his tight khaki shorts and do my best to control my cock, feeling it firming up. When he gets over to them I can see they’re looking at his knee like it’s some kind of war wound to show off; with the roll of my eyes I say to myself `boys’. After a giving Oliver a little more time to play I call out to him letting him know it’s time we head out. He says goodbye to the boys he was playing with and we head back to Eric’s car. Once Oliver is buckled into his booster seat we head out deciding to stop for a bite to eat first. After a late lunch we head back home for the evening. As we wrap up the evening having enjoyed a nice dinner then playing a board game with the boys Dan and Kyle head off to the master bedroom while I take Oliver to to the bathroom to get washed up before bed. When he’s all clean and dry I take him into the bedroom where Eric is already in bed reading a book. I lay Oliver on the bed face down then place my hand on his back preventing him from rolling over. “Daddy wants to have a little fun before bed sweetie.” Hearing this Eric puts his book down then looks at me for guidance. I motion for him to get in front of Oliver and hold his shoulders down. When he does I tell my son “daddy Eric is going to help you stay still okay.” Oliver nods his head and whimpers “okay daddy.” I grab the bottle of lube off the nightstand then climb onto the bed positioning myself between his little legs. I grip his ass cheeks squeezing them in my hands as I spread them open, then lean down inhaling his clean scent before shoving my face into his ass and tonguing his boy hole. He lets out a soft whimper “daddy” as I devour his sweet ass, prodding him with my tongue, licking the rim of his hole, tasting my precious boy. He pushes his butt back clearly loving the rimming he’s getting, one that I’m enjoying giving him. I spend nearly ten minutes licking, slurping, sucking and eating out his tender asshole while stroking his little cock. His pleasurable whines increase in volume every time my tongue digs deep into his little hole until he’s practically screaming and begging me for more. The boy is so overcome with pleasure he dry cums in the first few minutes but I continues eating his hole and stroking his little cock as he writhes from the post orgasmic sensations. It took a little longer before he had his second dry cum and that was when I pulled my tongue out of his ass, flipped him over, gripped his legs and thrust them back to his chest. Now I’m looking at Eric, he can see the lustful fire in my eyes as I’m about to penetrate our son. I lean over our boy and passionately kiss the man, a wild roar erupting into his mouth as my cock begins to sink into Oliver’s ass. My cock head piercing his ring causes the boy the let out a loud yelp, Eric breaks our kiss and says “fuck him Hen, you need this.” I drive my hips forward slamming half my length into Oliver’s rectum forcing him to first gasp then let out a high pitched scream which nearly drowns out my roar. “You’re a fucking beast babe” Eric groans as he kneels back watching my cock sink deeper into our boy. I lean down towards Oliver, I take a moment to wipe the tears flowing down his reddened cheeks. I whisper into his ear “daddy loves you so much, I know this hurts but you make me feel so good.” He sniffles and wipes his face, “i-its o-okay daddy” he says with a whimper. I lean in kissing him deep on the lips as I thrust the remaining few inches of my cock deep into his guts, our kiss muffling his scream. I break our kiss looking up at Eric, the fiery lust in his eyes demand attention, I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth sucking a few inches in as I begin to ram my cock into Oliver’s boy hole. “Fuck him Hen, show him how strong his daddy is” he says, goading me into giving it to Oliver as hard as I can. As my cock pumps in and out of Oliver’s hole with force the bed begins to creak and slam into the wall. “Harder Hen, give it to him harder babe” he groans. I suck Eric’s cock harder and deeper as I drive my cock deep into Oliver, listening to him him cry and yelp with each thrust; feeling his small hands clawing at my thighs in a desperate attempt to get me to slow or stop me. I can hear him gasping “daddy” but hearing him call out to me only makes me fuck him that much harder. I love my son so much but when I’m inside him I turn into a different man, more wild and less caring and it can be frightening not just for Oliver but me as well. “Oh fuck Hen I’m cumming” Eric screams just as his cock spasms in my mouth spraying his load. I feel the first blast hit the back of my throat and quickly swallow, then a second, beylikdüzü travesti third and fourth all in rapid succession and all eagerly swallowed. When he finishes I pull off his cock holding the last two shots in then lean down and kiss Oliver, when his mouth opens I release Eric’s cum then drive my tongue deep into my boys mouth as he swallows his other daddy’s load. I break our kiss then place my hands on the back of Oliver’s thighs holding them firmly down to his chest. Once I have a good grip I pull my cock all the way out then slam its full length back into him, pulling back out quickly before slamming it in again. With each thrust I scream “Take. Daddy’s. Cock!” His body is rocked from the force of my fuck. His cries filling the room nearly drowning out my voice but I’m at the brink. I drive my cock deep into his guts with such a fury I worry I may actually hurt him but I’m so overcome with desire that other man inside me, he doesn’t care. “Take it!” I shout, “you’re daddy’s little cumdump now!” As those vile words pass my lips, my cock begins to twitch and I can feel cum begin to pour out before the orgasm hits. When it does I thrust my cock as deep as it will go, feeling it spasm inside his tight sleeve; the inside of his guts squeezing me, drawing my load out of my cock and deep into his bowels. “Take daddy’s load!” I pull back halfway then slam my cock deep again causing the boy to scream, his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he sobs loudly. I hold my cock still feeling my balls drain into my son; I look down on his small body beneath me watching his chest heave, the snot running from his nose mixing with the tears running down his cheeks. Eric was right, I am a beast and my son knows that now, he knows his daddy loves him but he’s also learning how sometimes that love can hurt. I close my eyes, that pang of regret beginning to wash over me, I try my best to push it aside quietly telling myself `this is who you are Henry… Oliver will understand in time, he will appreciate it in time.’ When I open my eyes I see Eric leaning down softly kissing Oliver on the forehead, whispering to him what a great little boy he was for letting his daddy play with him like that. I can see the heaving in my son’s chest slowing as Eric rubs his hand over it. I watch as the tears begin to slow then realize I still have a death grip on his little thighs. I loosen my grip then begin to gently pull my now soft cock from his ass. Once removed I move around until I can get a better look, seeing his hole red, puffy, still bruised from the last time he was fucked but no apparent damage. I look at Eric, our eyes do most of the talking and I gather he’s not planning on fucking the boy tonight so I motion for him to toss me the numbing cream so Oliver can hopefully get a good nights rest without being in too much pain. Once I’ve got his hole covered in cream I ask him how he’s feeling. He wipes his eyes and nose again then says “it doesn’t hurt now daddy.” With Eric moved off to one side, I lay down next to him and gently stroke his hair. I can see a bit of fear in his eyes when he looks at me so I ask “did daddy scare you a little?” He nods his head so I tell him “I’m sorry sweetie but soon you’ll understand that sometimes daddy gets a little excited when he plays and it might hurt but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.” “I know you love me daddy… I love you too” he says then reaches out wrapping his small arms around my chest. I pull him on top of me and kiss his forehead the squeeze him tight. “I love you so much Ollie, always remember that.” He begins to fall asleep on my chest and shortly after I hear his breathing change I drift off as well. The next morning I wake up, Oliver and Eric are still in bed both sound asleep so I reach over grabbing my phone off the nightstand. I see a text message from Mark so I unlock the phone and open the message. Mark (00:22): I’m scared man, is there nothing else I can do? Mark (00:23): My brothers are so young and sweet, what I wrote is just fantasies. Mark (01:47): Please Henry I’m so fucking scared I can’t do this! Poor dude must have been worked himself into a panic since these were all sent between midnight and two in the morning. I think about how I’m going to respond then send: Henry (06:44): Mark, I know you’re scared but this is what I want not just for my dad but for you too. We’re going to help you fulfill your needs but it’s only fair for our help you offer up something in return and you happen to have something very valuable to offer. See you at 1pm. I send the message, then open my emails skimming for anything that might be important before putting my phone back on the nightstand. I quietly climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, taking a piss, washing my hands then heading into the kitchen. As expected Dan is already awake and making breakfast. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his back. “Morning son” he says to me. “Morning dad” I respond. “Sounds like you really gave it to Ollie last night” he says and I can hear the sneer in his voice. “Hope we weren’t too loud” I say which gets him laughing then he says “nah son, it was awesome to hear, especially while gagging Kyle on my cock.” “That boy is gonna get it harder than I ever did isn’t he?” “Damn right he will Henry” he practically growls “I’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” As we’re talking Kyle walks into the kitchen, his eyes still look sleepy and he mumbles “morning.” I look up and down his naked body, I can’t believe I missed it before, how much he resembles Dan. His body is lean but slightly istanbul travesti muscular for his age and I love his lean tight legs and tight round ass. I know Dan will probably get the boy into a workout regimen soon enough to get him to his full potential. Dan asks “what do you want for breakfast son” but Kyle just shrugs. When Dan looks at me he rolls his eyes which gets both of us laughing “the indifference of young boys” I say. I walk over to Kyle and ask him if he’ll come sit out on the deck with me while we wait for breakfast. He follows me out the back door and takes a seat on one of the lounge chairs. “How are you doing” I ask. He shrugs which tells me he’s not a morning person. “Kyle, you can talk to me” I urge. “I’m okay Henry” he says softly “I’m just a little scared.” “What are you scared of?” He shrugs but then says “the way Dan.. umm dad looks at me, it’s different.” I get exactly what he’s saying, I’ve seen that look many times when I was younger and it usually led to some pretty intense fucking. I love Dan but the man is intimidating on a good day and can be downright terrifying when he’s horny. “Listen Kyle” I begin, he looks at me with a yearning in his eyes, desperate for reassurance and I want to give him that. “Dan loves you, hell he loves both of us very much but he’s an intense man and can be scary at times.” He nods his head in agreement “but I think you should know he’s also been through a lot when he was even younger than you and unlike you and me, he only had an abusive father, one who never showed him an ounce of love.” As I speak I can see sadness fill his eyes “he has needs Kyle, just like I have needs that you and Oliver have helped me fulfill. Dan needs you to be strong, he needs you to love him unconditionally and I promise no matter how scary he is, he will always show you the love you need and move mountains to give you anything you desire.” “Henry” he asks softly. “Do you love me?” I smile at him then reach across softly punching his shoulder, “of course I do twerp, I wouldn’t be having this talk with you if I didn’t.” He smiles softly at me then stands up stepping closer, he reaches out and hugs me. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight, “barely know you but I can tell you’re a good kid Kyle.” “Thanks Henry, I was scared you would hate me.” “Never gonna happen kid, now lets get inside and have some breakfast.” Dan is putting food on plates when we walk inside so I tell him I’m going to check on Eric and Oliver to see if they’re awake yet. When I get to the bedroom I open the door and see Oliver snuggled up to Eric as he’s lays there reading him a story on his phone. I listen for a moment realizing he’s reading him an erotic story of a father, his best friend and son having sex. Then it occurs to me that Oliver’s hand is under the sheets stroking Eric’s cock. “A little early for a bedtime story don’t you think” I quip. Eric looks over at me smiling and says “this is early morning wake up story time.” I sit down on the edge of the bed saying “I see that.” He goes back to reading using a soft but slightly sultry voice as the story describes in graphic detail what the men are doing to the young boy. I end up leaning back against the headboard as he reads, stroking my cock I listen to the graphic depiction of man boy sex, men doing things to a boy that neither of us have even considered doing to Oliver yet. The tale that’s being woven is of two strong muscular men with massive cocks double fucking the son, only slightly older than Oliver; listening to him read has my cock raging hard. I close my eyes as Eric reads, conjuring an image of me holding Oliver by his ankles, my cock buried deep in his tight boy cunt; Eric gets into position pressing his cock against mine. The head begins to slide into Oliver’s hole, stretching it wider causing the boy to cry out. His ring pops around Eric’s cock head; in my mind I feel it pressing against my shaft as he drives his cock down forcing it into our boys hole. Unlike the boy in the story Oliver screams, his arms flail, he begs us to take our cocks out but I shake my head telling Eric to go deeper, I need to feel him cum inside our boy, I want to cum when he does. I stroke my cock harder, this image of Oliver, helpless and crying as his daddies double fuck him is about to make me shoot my load. I grab Oliver’s head and pull him down on my cock “drain daddy” I grunt as his small mouth wraps around my cock head and I shove him down my shaft. “Fuck I’m cumming” I scream just as my load begins to blast from my piss hole into my boys mouth. His small hand manages to continue stroking Eric who yells “fuck I’m cumming too!” I thrust my hips while shoving his head down my shaft using my cum as lube to get deep into his throat, hearing him gag and retch makes my load shoot even harder. I pull him up before I end up choking him, blasting two more ropes of cum onto his face. Eric throws his head back as he finishes cumming all over Oliver’s hand and the sheets while I collapse back panting from such an intense orgasm. After a few moments, my breathing slows and my head stops spinning, I look over at Oliver, cum still streaked across his face his eyes watery from being forced down on my cock, I take the sheet and begin to wipe the cum off. “How are you doing sweetie?” He coughs a little and says “I’m okay daddy, my throat is a little sore…” he pauses for a moment then asks “did that make you feel good?” I smile at him, kissing his forehead “of course it did…” I look up at Eric then smirk and say “maybe one day your daddies can do what Kyle and Brent did with little Cam in that story.” Oliver’s eyes widen then in nearly a whisper he says “that would hurt a lot.” “Yes it would but it would also make your daddies feel really good.” He leans against me, “I like making you feel good daddy.” “I know you do buddy, now lets go get some breakfast.”

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