Gaycest – A New Man – Tape 3 – Winner Takes All – Mr Cain Marko and His Boy Brody Fox
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When Brody came home, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The court order broke my heart but now I’m happy to have my son home again. After everything that happened though, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to, or even should, let him know that. I had told him he was on his own in sorting out the problems he’d gotten himself into.
It turns out that I could not have imagined in a million years what was actually going on, or the real reason why he had done everything that he did. If I had made a list of a hundred ways that our first meeting would end, my dick pumping a load of cum into my son’s ass would have not been on the list. That’s what happened, though, and it was the most absolutely perfect choice of all.
I never intended to completely cut Brody off, although I let him think I might. Partly because I was disappointed and angry at him and partly because he needed to understand that he had wrecked his own life and I wasn’t saving him this time. There was no way I could have known that I was the cause of all of it. It wasn’t my fault; I thought I was being a good father, but maybe too good. I let my son fall in love with me.
Of course, if I had known, I could have started fucking his brains out sooner, but that probably wasn’t an ideal solution for either of us. Even when I finally did fuck him it would have been against my better judgement if I had been using any. My sexy army stud son wanted his dad’s dick. I’ve given him every toy he ever asked for, his whole life. I couldn’t stop now. I didn’t want to stop; I wanted to fuck my boy as hard as I’ve wanted to fuck any man I’ve ever met and I think I came harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
Brody is not a boy anymore. He’s a young man who has been through a very rough time, paid a very steep price, and has to pick up the pieces and move on with his life. Whether it is the best thing, or not, neither of us seem to have any intention of him having a life where his dad doesn’t fuck him several times a week. Even though I would stop if he told me to, I don’t see that happening.
What I realize, though, even if he doesn’t, is that he needs to know that I do see him as a young man, and he needs to give himself permission to feel like a man when he’s with me. The question was how to do that. I knew that if I brought the subject up directly, he would just deflect it saying, “I do, Dad. Of course I do!” even if I was fairly certain that he didn’t.
When he was little, we used to wrestle on the living room floor. I out weighed him by at least two or three times and almost twice his height. He loved it when we would roll around on the floor together, though, usually with a good amount of tickling thrown in. When I could tell I was wearing him out, I would flop over on my back, pulling him up on my chest and letting him pin me down. Both of us out of breath, and glowing with mutual affection.
I decided that maybe it was time for that to happen again, although, possibly with a different outcome. We have been exercising together for several weeks. Of course, getting hot and sweaty requires a shower, and it just makes sense for us to take it together. Two horny men who can’t keep their hands off of each other in almost any circumstance, crowded together, covered in soap suds, with post workout endorphins racing through their veins is going to lead to one thing, the necessity for a second shower.
After our workout, knowing that sex would already be on his mind, I challenged him to arm wrestle. Winner takes all.
“Anything?” he asked.
“Anything!” I answered.
We were already sitting on the floor so we laid down, facing each other. I was hoping he wouldn’t ask for a new car, but I could afford it, if necessary. We clasped hands and began. I was going to let him win if I needed to, but he almost did it by himself. He’s young and strong, but I’m still bigger and stronger. He pinned me, though.
We sat up on our knees and, just to push things in the right direction, I reached down and pulled his sweaty T shirt over his head, resisting the urge to huff his sweat out of it. He got the message, quickly getting me naked, turning me around, and pushing me to my knees. I was pleased that he dove into my hole with no hesitation at all. A muscle bear like me doesn’t get to bottom very often and his tongue felt damn good!
I don’t know how much he likes topping, but I’m pretty sure he hasn’t had a chance since he came back home. I was very pleased to see how up for it he was. Things were going just as I planned. I let him fuck me right up until he was about to come. Suddenly, I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let Brody breed my hole. I couldn’t let go of being the Daddy. Not yet.
I told him the truth. I let him win. He didn’t argue, or push back. He flipped over and gave me his ass. I aimed my cock and took it, sliding home, deep in my boys guts. God damn, I love fucking my son!