Warning: incest, age difference, humiliation.
Once upon a time, in a leafy sunny suburb, there was a big cozy house with a cute and caring young man named Milo. When the day of his eighteenth birthday came, he was thrilled and excited, because his mom had left early in the morning to buy his favorite chocolate cake.
Milo was a rather lovely-looking fellow. His body was short and slim like a deer, and his skin was pale pink and soft like a peach. His hair was a light caramel, exactly the color of his sparkling caramel eyes. Not only that, but his nose was red and freckled, and his mouth was round and plump... and he had the most perky round rump.
Milo had a big and bold dad called Truck, a prosperous contractor and car enthusiast. Truck was the best father in the whole world. He was fifty years old, and his body was tall and burly like the frame of a fierce bear. He had a bald and shiny head, a big and bulbous nose, and a thick and trimmed beard... and the fattest bulge Milo had ever seen!
It was true that Milo had not much in common with his dad, not like his big brother Brock anyway. Brock was a big jock, and a huge success with the ladies in the university. He was all muscular and cocky, just like his father, and he liked giving Milo some wedgies once in a while - it was rather embarrassing.
Brock's wedgies would always make Milo turn red like a tomato, but he laughed along with his brother and father, because he loved them so much, and they protected him at all cost. Sometimes Milo felt sad that he was not manly and masculine like his big bro, but at least he had someone to play with. And Brock would come home for his birthday soon!
Anyway, that day the house was silent in the morning. There was a rather warm and golden sun outside, and Milo got out of bed as his mom's car drove away in the distance. He would be alone with his dad for the entire day - big dad and twiggy son all alone in a cozy warm house... what could happen?
He tiptoed to the bathroom and took a nice shower for his special day - his dainty hands rubbing soap all over his dainty body. It all felt rather smooth and... completely hairless. He did not have much hair at all, but the little he had was almost unnoticeable, and he enjoyed shaving to pass the time... and to feel good and girly, to be quite frank.
When he came out of the shower - his perfect pink skin smoother and fresher than ever - he decided to wear his light blue shorts and his extra tight white tank top, and some white sandals. He adored that look because it made him look extra soft and feminine and a bit sassy. The shorts made his bubbly but look juicier, especially when worn without underwear - his plump cheeks swallowed a bit of the fabric in the back, and his pink penis made a cute little tent in the front.
Truck very much enjoyed seeing his runt son in that type of outfit. The dad's rather fat hog became instantly excited every time the cheeky buddy walked in front of him in the living room, as he watched the sports channel and sipped on his cold beer. He chuckled as Milo pretended to trip and fall on the fluffy rug in front of him, just to tease him with his virgin butt - and what a cock tease! The dad chuckled and asked for another bottle of beer.
The father's cock would not stop throbbing during the entire game, and a horny idea started to develop in his mind. Now that his son was eighteen years old, he was free to experiment with him as much as he wanted, even teach the cute runt a lesson for always being such a sassy sissy. It was true that having a gay son was not necessarily ideal, but since he had another son, Brock, who was a total alpha like him, it was not the end of the world.
Brock would pass Dad's manly genes to the next generation, while Milo... well, the boy was clearly a faggy fairy - not in a bad way, more like in a horny, cock-triggering kind of way. The more Milo grew and evolved, the more obvious it became: the sassy buddy was clearly destined to get dicked down. The father constantly thought of the man who would eventually pop his son's cherry. Would he be kind? Would he treat his son right? Was he deserving of such a special treat?
Now that Truck deeply reflected on it, he came to a sudden sexy conclusion: if there was a man more fit to pop his son's cherry, that was him. After all, he knew his sissy son inside out, and Milo loved him and trusted him... and teased him more and more. It was time to inaugurate Milo's virgin butthole, Truck decided firmly.
When the cute runt came back with another beer, Truck told him to sit down on his hairy thigh, and the little fag did not hesitate. Truck grabbed Milo's cutesy waist with his bear hand and smirked at Milo's blushed face. Before he could even say anything to his son, he noticed the horny buddy was twitching in his tight shorts, a cute little tent forming right in front of him. The girly guy tried hiding it by placing his twiggy arm on top, but it was too late.
At that moment, Truck decided to be completely honest with Milo. "Look, buddy, you are my favorite son, you know that?" Milo seemed quite surprised by the declaration, and his freckled face blushed a tone darker. Dad let out a masculine chuckle and started singing sweet nothings in his ear. How he preferred Milo, how he thought Milo was such a cute buddy, how he always wanted to hug and protect Milo, how he would always be there for Milo.
As he sang more and more praises in the sissy son's ears, Truck felt his big boner throb more and more, until it became fully erect, pressing right against Milo's soft thigh. The son's eyes bulged in shock and admiration - he had clearly never seen something so big and bulky - and his mouth was almost drooling. It was time to put the bubbly buddy in a big-cock trance, the trance his mom was very used to. In a moment of sexual aggression, the dad pulled down his shorts and revealed his large throbbing member.
