Note: This story contains gay sex and incest.
Jamie woke with a shock of fearful realization. He had fallen asleep in the basement, naked and covered in his own cum. His mother or sister might see! He sat up fast as lightning and reached for his clothes, only to find that he was already dressed. He lifted his shirt and saw that he wasn't plastered with dry cum. His father must have returned to take care of his son after Jamie had fallen asleep.
With his shock dying down, the events of last night began to replay in Jamie's mind. He could hardly believe that he had done all that with his own dad. He had choked on his dad's cock and Dad had sucked him off while fingering him. He felt his pants getting tighter as the memories washed over him.
But Jamie was also awash with shameful failure. He had been so horny that he had allowed his dad to take advantage of him. He had wanted his dad to do it. He wanted his dad's body, his big, manly cock. And that was sick. He hated himself for letting his lust take over. His hand closed around his bulge as images of his dad's naked arousal appeared, unbidden, in his head. He had sunken into depraved perversity and he didn't know if he'd be able, or willing, to pull himself out of it.
Jamie absentmindedly rubbed his growing bulge as he straightened up on the couch. He heard his parents roaming around upstairs and he dreaded confronting them. He had slept in the basement, which was unusual, and he didn't know how he'd handle his mother's inevitable questions. And his dad... What would Dad be like, the morning after their illicit tryst?
Jesus, it had just occurred to Jamie that Dad had cheated on Mom, with their son. God, it was all so fucked up. But it was time to deal with the world. It was Saturday morning. Jamie headed upstairs and he forced thoughts of last night's encounter into the back of his mind.
His mother made breakfast for him, which he ate after deflecting her invasive inquiries. His little sister teased him about sleeping in his clothes. He felt his cheeks burning. The answer to their questions was Jamie's new secret burden, both a source of taboo pleasure and great humiliation. He worried that they could read it all of his face, but neither mother nor sister seemed to notice.
He was additionally nervous because he was sitting across from his father. Dad made idle-chit chat as though his teenage son didn't have a gut-full of his daddy-cum. Dad read some headlines out loud to the family, like he hadn't, just hours previously, had his finger shoved up his son's asshole.
Jamie struggled to sort out this new understanding of his father. The man he had known his whole life, the man who raised him, was now inserted into Jamie's sexual psyche and the eighteen year old couldn't process that.
After quickly finishing his meal, Jamie rushed upstairs to shower. As the afternoon wore on, his thoughts were a melee of homework, sex, shame, his future at college, and his friends. He finally pulled himself together enough to get out and hang with his buddies. This proved enough distraction that he was able to forget about his troubles, at least until he pulled into his driveway that night. Then it all came flooding back.
Jamie walked into the dark house. His parents and sister had gone to bed and he was grateful that he didn't have to confront his father. Jamie found himself in the living room, watching TV. He didn't want to retreat to the basement to revisit all the strange emotions of the previous night. He tried not to remember that fiasco, but his raging hormones wouldn't let him forget. He was getting hard as thoughts of those horrible, wonderful events flooded his mind. He groped at his dick through his shorts, eyes closed and reliving last night in his head, despite himself. Touching Dad's cock. Sucking it. Dad fingering his ass...
"Hey, buddy," Dad's voice cut through Jamie's horned-up, dreamy state. In his shock, he tried to cover the bulge in his shorts as Dad came closer.
"Don't you think we're past that?" Dad said, reaching down to pull Jamie's hands away from the protruding shape. Jamie felt so stupid for letting his hormones take control and allowing himself to get caught again.
"I thought you were in bed," Jamie said with an edge to his voice.
Dad sat next to his son on the couch and said, "I was. I heard you come in. I was kinda hoping..." He placed a hand on Jamie's bare knee. Jamie started down at his leg while the hand moved upward, fingers sneaking into the leg of his shorts. As if on automatic, Jamie parted his legs slightly, allowing Dad's digits to slither along his bare inner thigh, deeper into his shorts.
"We had such a good time last night. I've been dreaming about being with a young, fit guy like you for years. Then I finally notice that my own son is a horny gay god living under my own roof."
Dad made contact with Jamie's mounded underwear pouch. The teen, partly inviting, partly relenting, opened his legs wider. His father's grip closed around his teen bulge. His cock was reacting, filling out his basket under Dad's massaging hand.
"Mmm," Dad hummed as he held his son's swelling snake. "I'm glad you're just as eager and I am." Just like that, Dad was groping his son's hard-on again. Within five minutes of coming in the front door, Jamie's dad had his hand up his son's shorts, fondling his stiffy.
Withdrawing his hand and moving to his sons' fly, Dad popped the button and unzipped. Jamie's blue briefs stretched around his hard, teen cock. Dad palmed Jamie's underwear-bulge and slipped his other hand up Jamie's shirt, as if to take it off. The intensity had gone up a notch as Dad attempted to undress his son right there in the living room.
"Let's get these cloths off. I wanna see your hot little soccer body," Dad whispered lewdly.
"Jesus, Dad, you're so gross," Jamie replied. "But Mom..." said said, glancing in the direction of his parents' bedroom. "Shouldn't we go downstairs?"
"Don't worry about her," Dad said. It was the only reassurance he gave before tugging at his son's shorts.
Jamie reluctantly lifted his butt and Dad pulled the shorts all the way down to his feet. The boy watched his father continue to manipulate his inflating snake, rubbing its length through the tight, blue fabric. His other hand swooped under his T-shirt, exposing Jamie's toned abdomen and chest.
"Damn, you really are so sexy," Dad said, fondling his half naked teenage son. Jamie only moaned in response under his father's groping touch. "This is a dream come true for me."
"Fuck, Dad," Jamie complained. "I'm your fucking son."
