This is the third time Dad has dropped his pen and asked me to pick it up. The first time I was a typical teenager about it, and was reluctant to make the effort. But given the view from the floor, I wasn’t so stroppy the second time. I was straight down there. Although I wasn’t exactly straight back up.
And here I am again, not even pretending to look for the pen. My eyes are glued to the top of Dad’s legs, straining to get a glimpse of what’s under those shorts.
“Have you got a problem, Son?” Dad asks after a few minutes.
“No, Dad. I don’t have a problem. I’m perfectly happy here. But do you have a problem with me being here?”
“That’s exactly where I want you, boy. Now crawl a little closer and breathe Daddy in. I think it’s time we got to know each other better.”
This shouldn’t have happened.
Perhaps none of it should have happened. Fucking his son was bad enough, but Archie had made it clear right from the outset that it could only ever be about sex. A few months of fun, giving the lad some lessons with the help of his brother, Harry’s Uncle Jack.
But then his wife had to go away for a few days, and Archie just couldn’t resist. At least he had the decency not to sleep in the marital bed, but he spent the night with his son. They fucked like rabbits for hours on end then exhausted they feel asleep, Harry cradled in his dad’s arms, using that manly chest for a pillow.
And now it’s morning.
Archie knows his son is looking at him, admiring him , desiring him, loving him far too much, in a wrong and dangerous way. But he feels such happiness knowing all that. And he feels even happier when the sheets are pulled back and his morning glory is exposed.
“I suppose you’ll want to ride that,” Archie sleepily moans. “Give it a suck first, then shove it up your arse. We might as well start the day how we mean to go on. I’ll give Jack a call and he can join us a bit later, but right now I want this all for ourselves.”
It shouldn’t have happened, but Archie’s glad that it did. You can see that yourself - Archie Maxwell is one very content man, thrilled to be giving his son a… FAMILY EDUCATION
Holy Fuck! Just look at that. I could only gawped for a moment before finding my tongue.
"Oh sorry, Dad. The door was open. I didn't realise you were in here."
Dad gave me a smirk then he dropped the towel. "I always leave the door open, boy. And I've seen that handle turn a few times over the past couple of weeks. Thank goodness you've plucked up the courage at last. Now close it behind you and come over here. It's time we got better acquainted."
Is it any surprise that Jake picked up so many hitch-hikers when he did the long hauls? With a body like that and a smile to match, this sexy trucker could pick who he wanted. And Jake was generous with his favours, picking up men as well as women, liking plenty of variety in his life. And no one complained about the unspoken price... ‘A ride for a ride’ being Jake’s motto. Before the end of their journey, Jake would pull over and ride them hard, taking his time over the job, which no one complained about either. Then he’d shoot from the pistol he’d put inside them.
And now he’s demanding the same terms from his brother who he gives a lift to work every day. ‘A ride for a ride’ being the normal fair. And what brother would want to argue with that? Charge me double and screw me twice, is what Mike opts for in… TRUCKER BROTHER.
Josh is a budding young actor, and he's going to put on the performance of his life. It might not win him an Oscar, but when the prize up for grabs is his big hunky dad, then he's got all the incentive he needs.
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy