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Sexy

“Hmmm, yeah I guess it’s fine. If you want to suck my cock go ahead.” He flips back his bathrobe. “Funny. I thought you grew out of this. Guess not. Guess you’ll suck anything won’t you? Man, what would mom and dad say, knowing they have a cockslut for a son.” He snickers. “That was a dirty look you shot me. Fine, I’ll stop talking.” He sips his coffee. “Woah!” he gasps. “Since when did you learn how to deep throat? Fuck you went off to get your Masters and instead got good at this instead huh.” He leans his head back on the chair and half closes his eyes. “Mmnn. Fuck. Actually, I’m going to keep this secret of having a cockslut for a brother to myself.”

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“Uncle Randy? Why are you in my bathtub? Shit. Did Aunt Margy kick you out again?”

“Yeah. Your dad said I can crash here until she takes me back.”

“Fuck. What happened this time?”

“I dunno. She thinks I drink too much.”

“Shit, man. Wait a minute … are you drinking my beer?”

“Yeah, sorry. Your dad said to help myself. I’ll pay you back.”

“It’s fine. Forget about it. You bunking in my room or the living room couch?”

“Was hoping your room. I’ve got a 5-day load in these balls.”

“OK. Finish your bath. I’ll be ass up on the bed, the way you like me.”

“Thanks, boy. You’re a good nephew.”

“Uncle Randy? I think you get Aunt Margy to kick you out on purpose just so you can crash here, drink beer, and fuck my ass.”

“Yeah, no shit. Now grab me another beer and get your ass on that bed for me, faggot.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

Of course, after all that booze, Uncle Randy couldn’t even get his cock up. Which was a shame cause it was a hell of piece, a thick long thing that any horny college student would want to ride. So you stood there, naked and lithe and gorgeous, while Uncle Randy ogled you in horrendous frustration.
You sat in a chair across from him. “Well, I guess it’s time we had the talk. Listen, Uncle Randy, you’re an alcoholic. You’re family, but barging into my apartment and drinking my beer? Not cool dude. You wanna fuck my little faggot ass or whatever, yeah, fine. Like duh, of course I want steady dick. But come on, dude you need to get your shit together. Aunt Margy don’t deserve having another son to look after. You’re supposed to be an adult.”
Uncle Randy’s face grew red. “How dare you talk to me like that you little shit! You’re 22, you don’t know anything.”
“Says the man I found drinking in a my college apartment’s bathtub and has a sad non-existent boner.”
Uncle Randy looked apoplectic. “Why you piece of -!” He tried to get up, but it was hard when you’re that drunk, and at first swing he over balanced. You had to hold him up to prevent him from falling over.
“Oof! God you’re heavy! Sit on the bed before you fall on top of me.”
Uncle Randy grabbed your ass and planted a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “Come on make out with me.”
“Uncle Randy sit the fuck down.” You shove him back on the bed and sighed. “Now you stay there, and you sleep this off. Tomorrow you start getting sober.” You wagged your finger at him one more time. Then you shut the door and left him in there like a petulant child. So weird to have to treat your Uncle that way, but fuck this had to stop.

The next morning, you came back from class and he was nursing a hang-over a bowl of cereal and Gatorade. He was wearing boxers.
“Hey,” Uncle Randy said as you walked in.
“Nice of you to get up today.”
Uncle Randy flipped you off. “Did you have class? Or were you off fucking some hot rugby jock?”
“I let him fuck me on the weekend, and it’s Saturday, so I had class. What are you still doing here? Usually you slink off back to Aunt Margy’s by now.”
Uncle Randy sighed. “Yeah. She texted me and told me not to come back tonight. She needs to ‘think’.” He scoffed. “Whatever that means. But I think …maybe you were right, a little bit. I should stop drinking less. I mean, if my dick isn’t even working, that’s an emergency.”
“I was hoping you’d be a little more concerned that you drove here last night, but if we can get to the same result through your cock that’s fine by me.” You grabbed a bowl and poured yourself some cereal.

Uncle Randy winced. “Yeah. I did drive here. And I still want a beer.”
“Is your cock working this morning?”
“It should. Why? You cravin it?”
You rolled your eyes. “Cause I’ll make you a deal. You can keep fucking my ass, but you need to go to rehab. In or out patient, I don’t care. You make an appointment, you get to fuck me. You go to your appointments, you fuck me more. But you need to get to the bottom of your drinking – and I’m not the bottom.” You pointed the spoon at him.
Uncle Randy considered you across the table. “I hate the idea of needing rehab but….I do like the idea of fucking my way to drinking less.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” You pointed to his phone. “Make some calls. I’m gonna go shower and review my notes. You have an hour to do that and come find me, and then I’m jerking off, cause these balls are blue after your bullshit last night.” With that, you set your bowl in the sink and walked into the other room, leaving Uncle Randy stunned.

For a while, Uncle Randy was quiet, and then you heard him making calls. You went over your notes.

An hour later, Uncle Randy wandered in your room with his phone. He looked like a little child who had tried to tape back a vase he broke.
“What’s up?” You asked. You weren’t wearing underwear under your basketball shorts, and the way you were sitting with your thighs open made it super obvious. Uncle Randy definitely noticed. “Uh.” He glanced up at you and handed you his phone. “Check that out.”

You took it and looked at the screen. It was an e-mail confirming his appointment at an outpatient clinic for 5:30 pm.
You beamed at him. “I’m very impressed with you.”
Uncle Randy blushed. “Thanks,” he muttered. “My boss gave me some days off. He’s a nice guy.”
“I’m very proud of you.”
Uncle Randy sighed. “I want a beer.”
“You want a beer or my ass?”
He looked annoyed this was his choice. “Your ass. I do believe by our verbal contract, I am owed it. Get on the bed ass up, the way I like it.”
You licked your lower lip. “Yes, Sir. You earned it.”

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Captions are fictional. Not usually one for incest fic but…here we are.

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chasetheseed:

Oh yeah.  Give me your toxic seed before mom gets home.  

“Jordan, mom is gone, let’s do that thing you showed me last time. It felt so good, I can’t stop thinking about it. It makes my dicklet get so hard and I can’t help rubbing it in my underwear until it makes a big mess. It hurt some but what I remember most is how full I felt, how big you felt, and it was wonderful, so please Jordan.”
“Danny, you’ve graduated high school, you’re almost grown up. Don’t talk about sex like you’re a little boy.”
“Sex? That’s what we had? That can’t be. Sex is what a man and a woman do together, it’s what couples do together. It’s what makes babies if they allow it. We can’t get sex, we’re related. What we had was just…just…”
“Fucking?” Jordan offers, amused at his naivety.
“Yes. Fucking. Fuck me, Jordan, make me feel good like that again. Take the pressure off, I feel like I’m going to burst.”
At that, Jordan groans. “Christ…I created a slut out of you. Shit. You want it bad don’t you?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but yeah I want it. The way you mounted me from behind it and took me–” Danny exhales a ragged breath. “I nearly just came. I need it again. Please, please, fuck me. Tell me what you told me, to keep my dicklet tucked between my legs so you can stroke it from between my thighs… all those sexy words you used, I’d be so hot for you. Hell, I wish I could be like that all the time, just your helpless, horny slave.”
Jordan licked his lips, his cock hardening in his pants. “You sound like a bitch in heat, begging for a male.”
“Yes,” he whimpers, breathless, “I never felt like this before. It consumes me. I feel like I’ve awakened. Take me, I’m begging you, or I’m going to go on Craigslist and find some man to take me as hard as-”
“No no no,” Jordan interrupts. “I don’t want any perverts putting their hands on my brother. You’re very fragile right now, emotional, and malleable. You should only trust me to take care of your needs.”
Danny huffed. “Yes, yes, that’s why I came to you!”
“Alright, alright, but Danny – you must not tell anyone we’re doing this. No one will understand. When you’re older and your hormones have calmed down, I’ll find you a man to slake your lust and keep you as his own.”

“But what about now?” Danny whines.
Jordan massages his crotch through his jeans. “I’ll give you what you want, I’ll take you. But! Only for your own good, because if you don’t get it from me, you’ll get it from somewhere dangerous. I must keep you safe.”
“Keep me safe, Jason. Make me feel good.”
“Shh shh. I will. Now, we’re running out of time before mom gets home. Strip and present yourself on the bed. I want you in a submissive position when I come back with the lube.”

Jordan come back into the room a minute later to find Danny on the bed, naked, head down and ass in the air with his legs spread.
“Good God,” Jordan gasped. “God I can smell you from here.”
“Look at my underwear,” Danny said, breathy, gesturing with his hand. “Look.”
Jordan pick them up. The crotch was soaked with a recognizable white stain. “Is this from now?”
“No,” Danny admits, “Earlier today, when I was doing errands. My dicklet got hard from the car vibration and I came my pants while shopping at the drug store. I had to walk around with wet underwear, but I left them on because I felt so horny.”

Jordan wraps his fingers around the underwear and tries to steady his heartbeat.
“Ok. Danny. Two things.”
“Then you’ll fuck me?”
“Yes. But two things. One – don’t call it a dicklet. It’s just your cock.”
“No a cock is what you use to fuck me with.”
“Where are you getting these ideas?”
“Tumblr…”
Jordan stared at him. “You really prefer it like that?”
“Yes!” he insists. “The idea of submitting to a man…being an inferior sex toy to him…god it sounds like heaven.”

In that moment, Jordan begins to wonder if he’s created a monster out of Danny. He fears Danny is going to wear him out, and when they get weary, that’s when they’re gonna get caught. He suspects soon, it will be more efficient to milk his brother using vibration and e-stim to take off the edge. Well, on top of fucking. That’s going to happen no matter what until Jordan found someone for him. College life just got more complicated.

“This is ridiculous,” Jordan mutters, getting out of his clothes. “Alright you horny little slut. We can’t have mom see you like this. I’m going to split you in half.”
At this, Danny yowled like a cat in heat and writhed until Jordan slicked up and took him.

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Out in the woodshed, waiting for dad to escort his son in for a “chat.”

My Dream Shed!

Donahue Senior led his boy to the woodshed with a firm grip on the back of the boy’s neck. Clif was trembling a little, sniffling, nervous. He’d been begging his dad to lengthen his curfew to midnight over the summer now that he was out of high school, and his dad had agreed if he got a summer job. Clif had done so, and his dad was pleased, but now he’d erred. Clif had been invited out to a lake party with some friends, drank a little too much beer despite being under 21, and lost track of the time. He came home at 1:15 in the morning to find Donahue Senior reading the paper in the living room.

Clif began to apologize profusely, but his father said “son.” and that was all he needed to say. Clif shut his mouth and lowered his head. He let Donahue Senior lead him outside. The day his son was too old for spankings was the day he handed Clif off to his future husband who would take his place. He’d known Clif had been gay since he was 5, but as his father, he was determined to instill some old-fashioned values on him.

They got to the shed and the father turned on the light. He took the stool and the belt out to the side of shed, next to the wood pile. Clif sniffled miserably. Disappointing his father had been worse than the guilt. He watched his father lay the strap across it. When Clif began to undo his pants, he was confused when Donahue Senior told him to stop. He handed Clif a bottle of leather oil and a cloth.

“You made a mistake tonight, son. You not only broke the law drinking under the legal age and risked driving intoxicated, you flagrantly flaunted curfew and lost track of the time. You’re almost a man, Clif. You’re learning about how much you can get away with in life, but you need some reminders about limits. Now, this strap is stiff because I haven’t had to use it on you in a long time, and I’m proud of that. I want you to sit there and oil that strap and the bench and think about what you did and how you can be more careful next time. I’ll be out to check on you in a bit. If you do a good job, I will take some marks off your punishment. You’re gonna get a couple, but I want the alcohol to wear off first.”
Clif hiccuped. “Thank you, thank you very much Sir.” At least he’d be able to sit down somewhat tomorrow.

“You’re a good son, Clif. I got into a fair amount of trouble when I was your age myself. I have high hopes for you as a man. Don’t disappointment me again.”
Clif hung his head. “Yessir.”
“Good boy. I’ll be back.”

He left the boy there to contemplate his wrongdoings while trying to stay awake. Thirty minutes later, he came back to find Clif’s hands stained with oil but the strap and bench gleamed with his efforts. Donahue Senior tested the leather and admired how it creaked. “Damn impressive job, boy.”
Clif managed a little smile. “Thank you Sir.”
“Alright, I was gonna give you 30, butt I’m gonna cut it down to 10. Can you manage that without throwing up all that booze?”
Clif winced. “Yes, and thank you Sir, but I have to piss.”
Lightweight. “Take off your pants, then go do it in the corner by the tree there.”

He watched his son remove his pants, then shuffle over to the corner, and remove himself from his underwear. Donahue Senior then he heard the stream hit the ground. He had to chuckle. Clif must have drank a lot, it went on forever.

Eventually, Clif shook the last drops off and obediently got into position over the bench. Donahue Senior walked over behind him, tugged down Clif’s underwear, and admired the sight of that supple ass. Shame fucking your son was illegal in most states. Clif was growing a pretty impressive set of balls that would be fun to play with. He’d definitely make a man very happy one day. Donahue Senior shoved a hankie into Clif’s mouth, braced himself, and strapped him. It was out of love, more than anything, because he really did want what was best for him. He believed that men learned best that way, through physical correction. It a personal secret that it also gave him a throbbing erection. God, he loved that sound of leather striking flesh.

By the end, the tears had started and the red rectangles were appearing on Clif’s ass. Donahue Senior took a tube out of his pocket and massaged some salve into the burn. He hiked up his underwear and gave his son his pants back with the salve in the pocket, and once Clif was dressed, pulled him into a reassuring hug. He wiped Clif’s eyes and gave him a reassuring pat on the back. “You did good. I’m proud of you, and I forgive you.”
“T-t-thank you Sir,” he sniffled, “I’m still really sorry, too.” He paused, “The beer wasn’t even that good.”
His father coughed out a laugh. “If you’re curious about beer, just ask. If you’re gonna drink it, might as well drink the good stuff. It’s best in moderation anyway.”
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “Thank you Dad. You’re the best.”
His father beamed at him, his chest filling with pride. “Thank you son. Now off to bed with you, it’s late.”

Donahue Senior nodded and watched Donahue Junior delicately walk back to the house. Once the adrenaline wore off, he’d be mighty sore. Clif’s father returned everything to the shed, but he didn’t turn off the light right away. Instead, he sat down on the bench, took his impressive prick out of his jeans, and milked himself dry.

From his bedroom window, Clif stared at the light on in the shed and wondered what his father was doing in there. After past strappings, sometimes his father would linger in the shed, but Clif figured he was just rearranging things or dusting, but why now, so late at night? He adjusted his crotch from side to side. Getting spanked made him horny for no reason and his underwear felt cold and damp. He also felt disgusted at how much it turned him on to have his ass up to an older man like that…even if that man was his father.
He briefly wondered if his father ever wanted to fuck him. It felt like he did, but why hadn’t he? Clif shook his head, realizing what he was thinking was kind of gross. Still…. Clif remembered what his father said, about the beer – If he was curious, he should just ask. Well, he was curious about sex. His father could teach him about that right? The young man tossed his head to clear the fog. God, once he was in college that autumn, he was going to find himself a big, dominating man and get that urge taken care of. He was a virgin still, and his cherry was growing ripe.

Clif was nice and hard now, but his ass was starting to throb. He sighed, let the curtains fall back into place, and went to brush his teeth and take a quick shower before bed.

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Text is fictional. Source I think is here, a het spanking Tumblr. I do wanna say that I often feel kinda weird writing incest stories because incest normally implies a lot of psychological dysfunction and possible child abuse; however, this is erotic fantasy, so for the sake of fantasy, so I’m going to declare that the Donahue men are sane, consenting, and no one is getting any lifelong mental scars …and no one is getting pregnant.

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“Am I old enough to fuck now, Daddy?”
I nearly dropped the basket of laundry I was holding. What was he doing in my bed? “Woaaah there, down boy. Where did you get a pair of shorts that small?”
“I bought them online. You said it was important for a boy to show off his assets. I’m ready Daddy, please, I want to screw like all your friends do with their boys. Mark told me his Daddy fucked him outside on a chaise lounge chair yesterday, outside.”
I rub my temples. He’s making this hard. “Boy, you’re still not ready yet, barely old enough, legally…”
“But I am! I’m ready! I want to know what it’s like, I’m sooo horny. When are you going to let me out of my chastity device? I’m ready! Measure me, Daddy you’ll see.”

I give him a look. When I weighed and measured his balls two days ago he wasn’t anywhere near full enough. I humor him though, because he’s frustrated and bored and is damn near irresistible. I get out the little scale and weigh his balls, then record it in my little notebook. With the measuring tape I get a number for how wide around they are. To my surprise… “How the hell have you made such a huge jump?”
He smirks at me, humping my pillow although it’s more to tease me than anything since his cock is all locked up. “I discovered one of my toys had an ‘on’ button.”
“How… you just noticed that?”
He looked a bit sheepish. “Just never really paid attention… but I’ve been playing with it a lot and now I’m all backed up.”

I put my notebook back in the drawer and give him a stare. I place my large hand on his ass cheek and slide my fingers down to between his legs. I cup him, and I can feel the heat even through the thin fabric. I suppress a groan. “You’re very close boy…I think in 48 hours you’ll be ready." 
"4..48 hours?” he cries. “No no now, Daddy now!”
I squeeze his balls in a vice like grip, “Do you want to get punished and have to have that device on another month?”
He gasps and mewls, wiggling in my grip, “N-n-no! No! I’ll be good and wait, but the pressure Daddy it’s so tight in there…”
I release him and sigh a deep, long breath. “You’ve waited this long, 48 more hours will only make it that much more sweeter.”

He pouts at me, knowing he won’t win this. He groans and curls up around the pillow as I put away the laundry. “I wanna be fucked on a chaise lounge,” he grumps.
I chuckle. “You’re so ornery. You’ll get that, one day. Trust me, doesn’t Daddy know what’s best?”
He gives me the cutest look, trying to be mad but failing, “Yes… yes you do.”
“Would you like to pet me for a little bit while I watch the news?”
His face lights up and he practically shoves the remote into my hand.

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Text is fictional…story is set in Luxembourg where the age of consent is 16. I’m 99% sure this model is named Ugo and comes from a website called Teens-Boys-World.com. I’m sure I’m on an FBI watch list now for Googling that, although the website says “All boys in this site is over 18 y.o.”.

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“Hand over my belt, son.”
“I don’t want a spanking, daddy, I’m too old!” he pouts.
“But you stayed out past curfew and came back reeking of alcohol and pot – on a school night. I don’t mind if you smoke pot as long as you’re safe, but you’re too young to be indulging in shitty beer and breaking curfew is out of the question.”
“None of my friends have curfew! Ryan gets to stay out as late as the wants!”
Oh, teenagers. I put my hands on his hips, “When you’ll get older, you’ll see what kind of bad influences your friends are. Ryan’s dad can’t hold a job and is scared of his own son, Seth’s parents live off welfare fraud, Mark’s mother is in and out of jail for heroin and I know Mark’s been busted for shoplifting… these kids, they’re gonna get into gangs, drugs, addiction, jail. Hell, they may get out, but I won’t allow you to get dragged down with them.
You’re hard working and a great student; I know you have dreams of going to NYU. I know at your age, me forbidding you to see your friends would result in you sneaking out anyway, so I am making concessions. I just want what’s best for you, since it’s us two since your mother went to heaven.”

“I miss her,” He sighs, then after a moment, hands me back my belt.
“I do too, but she’d be proud to know what a good son you are,” I say. “I’ll go a little easy on you tonight. You’ll get five straps for the alcohol, five for breaking curfew.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes son?”
“…Last time this happened, something funny happened. My cock began to leak. It’s never done that before.”
“Oh is that so?” I smile, feigning ignorance. “Well you’re at that age when your body is beginning to wake up. We’ll talk about that more in the morning, but for now, fetch me a towel to put over my lap please.”
“Yes, daddy.”

As I watch him shuffle to the bathroom, I know in my heart I’m doing the right thing. He’s going to be a fine young man.

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I heard the creak of the door and looked up; my face then froze in horror and shock. There was Tyco’s father, filling the doorway with his enormous bulk, arms crossed over his barrel chest. He looked like he could shoot lasers out of his eyes. My instinct was to grab his clothes and run but I was petrified. That man could destroy me.
“W…what, why’d you stop? Don’t stop!” Tyco sweetly pleaded under me.
“T..tyco your dad is um…”

“HEY!” his father barked out, making them both jump. “Are you fucking my son in here?”
“… N-n-n-o sir, just..just leaving, actually,” I stammered.
“NO! If you’re going to fuck my son, you are going to finish. I don’t approve of you having sex in my favorite chair, but if you are going to penetrate my boy you are going to finish and make sure he enjoys it, or I will rip off your dick. Do you understand me?”

My eyes went huge. I wasn’t even sure if I could get a hard on anymore but I didn’t dare say so. “Y-y-y-y-yes sir.”
“Are you wearing protection?”
“Yes sir.” I squeak.
“Good lad then! Nothing but the best for my boy. Finish up, then we’ll meet in the kitchen for a drink.”

After his bear of a father had left, I looked down at Tyco, baffled. “What the hell just happened?"Tyco looked a big sheepish, "Daddy is very protective of my sex drive. His side of the family is full of teen pregnancies, STDs, testicular cancer, and impotence so he monitors my cock and sex drive. He checks me for ball and prostate cancer once a month, and I have to wear a chastity device on vacation and also I had to wear it through-out most of middle school. ”

“…Dude that’s… I mean… kind of …”
“I don’t really mind,” Tyco admits, “Cause Daddy wants the best for me. He found a cyst on my balls when it was still pretty small and we were able to get it removed before it was a problem. His checks do pay off. But… now that I’m allowed to pick my own partners, I’ve been crazy about getting laid, and I’ve been wanting for you weeks. Daddy’s cock is too big so he won’t fuck me, which drives me nuts since he’s denied me so many orgasms in my life. I’m making up for lost time now.”

I was aware at that point I might have been sticking my dick in crazy, but hell I was wearing protection and his ass was pretty incredible and tight anyway. So you know what? I finished. I fucked Tyco so hard we almost knocked the chair over. I made sure the whole house heard his orgasm. Wanted to make his father proud.

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“of course I’ll show you my dick son… here look!”

“Good god dad, it’s huge! Jeez, now I have a complex, mine is never going to be like yours…it’s magnificent.”
“Don’t say that boy. Your DNA was ejaculated out of this cock, I’m sure yours will fill out eventually.”
“You sure dad? Here look.”
“I’m sure. Yours is pretty cute though, you got a big sac there. Men will love that.”
“…Will you teach me how to please a man?”
“Be happy to, son.”