RAY:

    Nash and I were back in New York, and our trip was off to an excellent start! While my son went to meet up with his mom, I ended up in a gay bar in Hell's Kitchen, where I quickly struck up a conversation with a hunk named Owen. An hour later, my son and I were both sucking Owen's dick in the middle of the bar, much to the enjoyment of the rest of the patrons. 

    After cumming on our faces, Owen gave us a list of other fun venues to visit. The best part was that he knew the bouncers at all of them, so my son didn't need a fake ID. Nash and I went to a few more bars, and although we didn't hook up with anyone besides Owen, we still had an amazing time and we decided to come to New York much more often.

    Back at the hotel, Nash and I were both feeling a bit tipsy as we got ready for bed. We were both giggling while we got undressed, enjoying the high of a great evening in the city. It kinda reminded me of going out on dates with my ex-wife back in my twenties, only this time I was having fun with my son instead. 

    "I probably stink after running around all day," I said, sniffing my own armpit after taking off my shirt.

    Nash lifted my arm and practically shoved his face in my armpit.

    "Hmm, definitely ripe," he said, letting my arm go and pulling down his underwear. "Guess we better take a shower."

    A second later, a naked Nash sank to his knees in front of me. I looked down at him and saw how his eyes sparkled as they dropped to my crotch. He started unzipping my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers and socks. My dick sprang free, already growing hard with anticipation. My son gave it a few gentle strokes, teasing it before standing back up. Next, he pulled my head forward and gave me a big kiss.

    "C'mon, let's go to the shower," he said. "You can wash my back," he added flirtingly, pulling me by the hand and leading me to the bathroom.

    Nash started up the shower and hopped in as soon as the water was warm enough. I quickly followed, admiring the sight of my son's bubble butt. The shower was spacious enough for us to easily fit, and the rain-style shower head was perfect to cover the two of us. Nash lifted my arm and started scrubbing my pit, just like I used to do for him during bath time. Once he was satisfied, he moved one to the other pit. He continued to soap up my body, paying particular attention to my cock and balls, making sure they were squeaky clean.

    "Okay, your turn," I said, taking the soap from him and returning the favor of lathering him up. I started with his front, washing his pits, his chest, and then focusing on his cock. It didn't take long for his dick to grow hard in my hands, and we began making out again. I could've spent hours like this, our bodies pressed together, exploring each other's mouths, and letting our hard dicks grind against each other.

    "Don't forget my back," Nash giggled, breaking away from the kiss and spinning around.

    My son leaned forward and placed his hands on the shower wall. He arched his back, practically presenting his ass to me and swayed his hips. I stepped forward and caressed his back with the soap. I loved the feel of his smooth skin and the way his torso tapered down to a slim waist. Nash's perky ass, however, was the real star feature.

    "Make sure to go lower," Nash reminded me as I scrubbed his back, even reaching back with both hands to spread his asscheeks.

    Nash's hairless pink hole winked at me. It looked surprisingly tight, considering the number of times it had been fucked by my brother, who had quite a thick dick. I soaped up my hands and ran them along the inside of my son's crack. Nash moaned softly when I passed over his pucker. I did it again, making him moan loader. Without thinking too much, I pressed my right forefinger inside him, making my son gasp. Nash pushed back with his hips, making my finger sink even deeper. With my left hand, I held him tightly to my chest, kissing the back of his neck while I finger-fucked him.

    Slowly, my left hand started to slide from Nash's chest down to his steel-hard cock. I gave it a few strokes, feeling it throb and quickly releasing it. My son was on the edge and I didn't want him cumming just yet, so I withdrew my finger from his hole and suggested we go to bed.

    Neither of us had any intention of sleeping just yet. After toweling each other dry, we lay down in bed in opposite directions and began 69-ing. It was equally as thrilling to suck my son's dick as it was to feel my own cock slide down his throat. Pretty soon, I was thrusting my hips, making my dick glide across Nash's tongue, hitting the back of his throat with my cockhead. 

    "Dad?" Nash interrupted after a good fifteen minutes of deepthroating.

    "Everything okay?" I asked, concerned something might be wrong. Hopefully I wasn't fucking his mouth too hard. I was so turned on that maybe I was getting carried away.

    "Everything's fine. Today's been so much fun," Nash stated with a smile. "I was just thinking… there's one way to make it even better."

    "What's that?" I wondered, confused by where he was going with this.

    "Well... I was hoping you might finally… might finally fuck me," Nash suggested.

    "Is that really what you want, son?"

    "More than anything in the world. What do you say, Dad?"

    Instead of answering his question, I pulled Nash on top of me, until his ass was right in my face. I pulled back on his hips and I delved with my tongue, finding his hole and rimming him. I kept pushing in, driving my tongue as deep as possible. Nash was grinding on my nose, filling the room with his echoing moans of ecstasy.

    "Oh fuck, Dad, your tongue feels so good," he groaned. "But I need that dick inside me, now."

    I growled and pushed my son's lower back, making him move down my body until he was straddling my hips. Nash was on his knees, spreading his asscheeks wide, winking his hole at me once again. He started to slowly sit back down, my dick lined up perfectly with his pucker. Here we were: I was finally going to penetrate my son for the first time, only a few blocks away from where I raised him.

    Nash took control and sat on my hard cock. I was impressed he was able to take me all the way to the hilt on the first go. He clenched his sphincter, almost like he was hugging my dick with his insides. Then, he just sat there for a moment, letting it all sink in: the cock that had made him was buried in his ass.

    "Mmm, just what I needed," Nash cooed.

    "Me too, son. Me too," I agreed, my hands coming to his hips.

    Nash started bouncing up and down, fucking himself on my dick. I helped guide his pace, slowing him down if he was going too fast. I wanted this to last as long as possible, hoping my dick had the stamina to withstand. The mere realization I was fucking my own son was almost enough to make me jizz here and now. His ass felt even better than his mouth, and it was no wonder my brother fucked him any change he got.

    "Get up, Daddy," Nash said after a few minutes. "I want you on top. I wanna feel you really pound me."

    My son got up off the bed and went to kneel on the couch by the window. Neither of us cared that the light was on and people could see into the room. I got behind Nash and drove my dick in his ass, for all of New York to see.

    "You like this? Anyone can look in can see you getting fucked by your dad," I growled in Nash's ear.

    "Mhm. Now fuck me hard, Daddy," Nash moaned.

    I held onto Nash's waist and proceeded to pound him, getting more and more aggressive, driven by the double taboo of exhibitionism and incest. Nash seemed to love it too, as his cock was spewing precum all over the couch cushions.

    I was amazed my son's hole could keep such a tight grip on my dick, even though I was fucking him as hard I could. The way my hips slammed against his ass, I was almost afraid the neighboring rooms might hear us. Still, I kept on, determined to give my son the greatest fuck of his life. I wasn't going to stop, not until I had bred my boy. 

    After twenty minutes of fucking in front of the window, I walked Nash back to the bed and laid him on his back. I held his legs to my chest as I re-entered him. I wanted to look him in the eyes as I seeded him. I nodded, letting him know I was close. Nash started jerking himself off, determined to cum at the same time as me. 

    "You ready for my load, boy?" I barked, sweat dripping down my forehead.

    "Yes! Breed me, Daddy!"

    With his words, Nash started cumming all over his chest. Feeling his ass grip my cock even tighter was the last push I needed. I shot off inside my son, painting his insides with my cum – our shared DNA. I kept pumping, driven to get my jizz as deep inside him as possible. After shooting several large wads, I pulled out and kept Nash's legs spread apart, watching as some of my spunk slowly oozed out of him.

    I grabbed a towel to wipe Nash's load off his chest. Finally, the two of us got under the covers and turned the light off. We fell asleep spooning, my dick wedged between his asscheeks. All night long I dreamt of breeding Nash over and over again.