CHAPTER 10

BRADY:

    As I scrolled through my phone, every post in my feed was a photo of my friends from BU, who were now back in school and celebrating the beginning of what would be my senior year. Instead, I'd decided to call the school at the last minute and take a semester off. Rather than Boston, here I was, lying in the presidential suite of a luxury hotel that I'd been to only once before.

    The last time I was here, I ended up having sex with my uncle. Now, I was alone, waiting for him to arrive. Except this time, he was no longer my uncle. I knew the truth now: he was my father. 

    It had been a couple of weeks since he made the confession to me. I hadn't spoken about it to anyone else since, not even my mom. It took a while for it to sink in. I only knew one thing for certain: I couldn't leave Stag Meadow Lane. Not now.

    It was my father who suggested I take a semester off from school and extend my internship. He and I talked a few times since, but it was difficult to find time to be alone. Finally, I said that I wanted to meet him somewhere where we could talk for at least a few hours without interruption. 

    "Friday night. Meet me at the hotel where we… went a few weeks ago," Dad said.

    That Friday, I showed up to the hotel an hour before my dad was set to arrive. I took a long bath and did my best to relax, which wasn't easy considering everything I was going through. After getting out of the tub, I took a shower and lay in bed naked, scrolling through my phone until I heard a pair of leather shoes clicking toward me.

    "Hey. Sorry I'm a bit late," he said.

    "That's okay… Dad," I replied. This was my first time calling him that out loud.

    My father dropped onto the bed, giving me a big hug from behind, basically spooning with me. For the next fifteen minutes, neither of us said anything, we just lay in bed and cuddled. Finally deciding to get more comfortable, Dad took his shoes off, and I turned around so we were face-to-face.

    "There are so many things I wanted to talk about… but now, all I wanna do is lie here in silence," I admitted.

    "We can do that," my father said with a smile. "We can talk later. Or now. Or whenever you feel like it."

    He took off his tie next, throwing it onto the floor by the bed. I found myself reaching for the buttons of his shirt, undoing the top one and then slowly moving downward, one by one. Even though this was familiar in a way, every breath and every action in these moments felt new, and heavy with the weight of so many emotions. I could sense the mix of eagerness and hesitation within both of us, and I understood that we both needed this to happen right now. Even though this wasn't our first time, in many ways it felt like it was.

    I slid my father's shirt off and tossed it onto the floor, immediately getting to work on his pants. I scooted myself a little lower so I could work faster, and found myself with Dad's nipple right in front of my face. Without any hesitation, I closed my lips around it and relished the gasp I heard from him as my tongue got to work.

    When I shoved his trousers down, I wasn't surprised to find my father fully hard in his underwear. I rubbed his dick slowly through the fabric, making him leak precum and feeling the stickiness seep through. Releasing his nipple from my mouth, I slid further down and pulled his underwear and pants fully off his legs, taking a moment to behold my naked father for the first time since finding out the truth.

    A few seconds later, I had him in my mouth. It really did seem like the first time... there was an intense buzzing in my head, the knowledge that "this is my DAD and I'm sucking the dick that made me" infusing every second with a deep-seated need. This was a thrill I'd felt by proxy before, with Sven and David and their son Eric. I'd never dreamed that I would experience it firsthand. Now that it was happening, I realized this was something I craved. That was part of the reason I had to stay.

    I could have remained there for hours, worshipping the organ that brought me into the world. It was already easy for the time to start slipping away as I lost myself in orally pleasuring my own father. His hands were on the back of my head, on my neck, on my shoulders. Pulling me toward him while he pushed deep into my throat. Dad was hissing and moaning, no doubt experiencing some of the same intensity that I was.

    "Oh my God, Brady... Son," he whispered, and I felt a shiver ripple through my body when I heard that last word. "This is... I can't believe... fuck..." he muttered, trailing off as his precum trickled down my throat. I knew I could get my first (knowing) taste of my father's cum in the next few minutes. And I wanted that – very badly, in fact. But another image was flashing through my mind as well: Dad burying his dick in D.J.'s ass a couple of weeks ago. Giving his other son – my little brother – the paternal fuck he'd never known he needed. The waves of sensual and emotional connection had been cascading off of them in that moment, and I remembered how hot it was to watch. A father and son choosing to cast aside boundaries and give into what they both needed. And now... here I was, shocked to find myself with the same opportunity. I knew that I couldn't pass it up. 

    I let my father's thick dick slide out of my mouth, catching my breath even as I got up on my knees and used my arms to push him flat on his back. We looked into one another's eyes and he just smiled, that same look of casual confidence on his face that I so often saw. I'd seen it growing up, during the visits with him that had become less frequent as his career progressed. I'd seen it when he was speaking to constituents or fellow legislators, and it was one of the reasons I'd wanted to intern with him and learn from him. There was a cockiness to it, a feeling of "yeah, so what?" that reminded me a little bit of Sven. I wanted to have that same confidence. And I realized I felt it right now.

    "Are you sure you wanna do this?" Dad asked as I got into position and was preparing to sit on his dick.

    "Do you mean: am I sure that I want my father to fuck me?" I responded, lowering myself down just enough for his dickhead to brush against the puckered skin of my hole. "Am I sure that I want to have the dick that made me deep inside me?"

    "Yeah..." he whispered, gasping as I lowered myself down more and the tip of his dick began to push in. "You wanna be a slut for your daddy? Be my fucktoy? Show me how much you need me to... ugh!" 

    I smiled as I rapidly slid down onto his dick and language left him. This wasn't a time to go slow. I needed my father's dick buried in my ass. I'd needed that for a long time, I realized.

    "Tell me, Dad…" I said, locking my eyes on his again, even though I could see he was getting overwhelmed and struggling to focus. "You've fucked both your sons now. We're both sluts for that big daddy dick you've got. Did you ever think you'd be breeding your boys like little whores?"

    "Mmm," he replied, and let out a laugh that sounded mischievous, "It never crossed my mind... at least not until I found out what a cumslut you already were. Leaving my office on your lunch break to get dick. Teaching my... teaching your little brother how to suck and fuck, right under my own roof."

    "Yeah?" I said, grinning. "And then you couldn't stop thinking about me, huh? About both of us."
   "Fuck, Brady..." my father sighed, "I wish... I wish we could have..." He trailed off again, so many things not spoken. Wishes, regrets, might-have-beens. We both felt them hanging there. But all of that, at least for me, fed back into the power of this moment. The twisting paths of our lives had brought us to this moment right now, and that was my focus. I started to ride my father's dick. Hard. His hands were gripping my hips so tightly, I suspected I might have a few bruises there tomorrow. He was slamming me down onto him, shoving his tool up into me as far as he could with every thrust.

    There were no more words spoken now, we were past that. I wanted so badly to lean forward and kiss my father. But that felt too tender for this moment, somehow. That would all come in time. Right now, we were animals, father and son giving one another what we needed. And the thing I craved more than anything was his load inside me. That was my focus right now.

    "Give it to me," was all I whispered, my voice dripping with need as my dick oozed precum all over my father's stomach.

    "Son," he said, almost too softly for me to hear. But that was enough to push me past the line, and I felt my load begin to release as Dad's dick assaulted my prostate. This was the first time I was cumming while my father fucked me. And I knew it wouldn't be the last.

    It felt like only half a second later when the heat in my belly let me know that he was cumming too. His grip on my waist became even tighter as he stopped me from riding him so that he could stay balls-deep while he coated my insides with the seed I'd come from. Dad's breathing was shallow and quick, almost desperate, as his dick swelled and twitched with each burst.

    I let myself collapse onto his chest, burying my face in his neck as my load smeared across both our stomachs, the last of it spurting from my dick as it was pressed in between us.​​