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Father/Son Incest [MERGED]
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Re: Father-Son Incest
Always found this so hot but felt kind of guilty about it till now. I agree with what some people have said sort of, that if my dad ever came onto me I'd be really weirded out.
Still, the thought of it drives me nuts. It started kind of weirdly- the thought had crossed my mind maybe once or twice but always seemed too "wrong" as I was so young, never really thought about it overall though. Then one night when I was 16, my family went on vacation (don't get excited, nothing happens); we were all sharing a room and I had this dream that I was in the bathroom while my parents were getting ready, but I was invisible. My Mom was doing her makeup, and my Dad was showering in the clear glass stall shower; I guess you don't have ordinary filters in dreams because I was loving it. It was steamy so I could only see a sort of fragmented picture, and his dick was totally covered, but I remember sitting there in the dream almost hypnotized, trying so hard to see his dick dangling between his legs; all I could make out was the shadow of his pubes. When I woke up I felt weird for a little but somehow put it out of my head.
Nothing else really happened for a while until I got to college, which resulted in a dramatic increase of me jerking off drunk. One night, for some reason while jerking I started thinking about the dream and had one of the best orgasms of my life. Then I started thinking about it more and more, found this and other similar forums until it became somewhat regular, now I've sort of realized it's just an odd, irrational sexual thing and its really not a big deal as long as I don't see it as one or act on it.
Not that I could- my Dad's a traditional manly man ex jock alpha-male We never really got along, always have argued since he's so forceful and stubborn, when I was young I grew up sort of afraid of him and he was also distant and impossible to please- barley ever got recognition for the stuff I did, but in a way I think its why I'm so attracted to hairy men and being submissive/a bottom. I love being powerless against an older mans cock, I love the idea of a man being so masculine and dominant that you could never say no once his cock is in your face. As weird as it is, I think it all comes from my Dad and our bad relationship.
I've jerked with his boxers or socks before, smell was unreal. Made my cock instantly hard and would have to pull it away or instantly cum. Smelled so hot, so manly, so sweaty and musky and overpowering.
I still haven't come out to him, but I have this fantasy (emphasis: fantasy, I guess for my own fantasy purposes, my mother is on an extended business trip in the scenario)
where I do and he flips out, yells at me, we get physical and he overpowers me and drags me into his room...he tells me if I want to be a cocksucker, I can start with his. I resist, trying to get away, he pins me to the wall, shoves a sock to my nose and holds it there, forcing me to drink in his scent, clouding my brain, making me stop struggling as i take in that manly musk. I'm putting up less and less of a fight, unable to ignore how addictive the smell is while his strong arms easily hold pressed against the wall, unable to twist or turn or move my head at all. He presses his sock harder into me and a faint taste hits my tongue. I stop struggling, and he pulls away slowly, leading me to the bed. At first as I walk its like im in a trance, but the fresh air makes me snap out of it. I start fighting again but he easily pins me to the bed, shoving a pair of clean underwear in my face. Once again I stop struggling, drunk off the scent I'd jerked off too so many times. I stop fighting and he starts to strip me slowly. I'm nervous, almost terrified, but that doesn't matter because the anticipation is too much- its like all those buried away desires have me frozen. All I can focus on are his fingers running across my skin. Its amazing- I should run out screaming, but I can't move. All I can do is try to control myself from here, say no, resist...
But he can see the resistance in my face- he takes off his dirty underwear, fresh with his sweat from our fight, forcing it on my nose, and instantly I go blank. He tells me how he always knew I was gay and it would come to this. I can't say no. Any idea of No is gone under that sweet musk, replaced by a desire for more. It makes me realize I want to obey him. It was like he could shut off any standards, any values, any morals I had. I want to submit to him. He can tell in my face once again, knows I'm almost broken. He hugs me tight, wrapping me in his strong, hairy arms and pressing me against his toned, hairy chest. I feel the thick, coarse hair on his legs rub against my light, thin ones. I don't fight it- I let him pull me in, wrapping around him.
He knows how close he is. He physically dominated me, but he still had to mentally. He tells me to look at the contrast between us: "I'm built with a tall, broad frame. Look how tiny your body is. You won't grow anymore, you're just naturally tiny. I'm covered dark, thick, full body hair, but you're totally smooth or have light hairs."
It didn't matter that he was picking random facts out- I was hanging onto every word. He was right. I was weak, he was strong.
"Odd coincidences, dont you think" he said, his voice deep and alluring and powerful.
"I think so"
He laughs, "I think not"
I stare ahead, feeling him move closer to my ear- his hot breath runs along me, "Look at the facts- you were born to be my bitch"
The words hit me- somewhere in my head an alarm to stand up for myself goes off, but it doesn't matter. He's right. He's naturally big, masculine, while I'm tiny and boyish. It had to be. It explained a question I'd asked so much- why did he, someone so mean, bigoted, small-minded, homophobic have to be my father? Now I saw why. It was my fate to be his bitch. All the times I'd argued against him were just pitiful attempts to hide that I wanted his attention, and now I had it.
"Look at your bubble ass, and look at my huge cock son. Its common sense."
It was common sense. How could it be anymore clear?
"Look at how right now, your body fits into mine. Its like when you were a baby"
I feel his arms around me, pressing me into him.
"It is, Dad."
"Like when you were a kid...before you got all opinionated and started arguing with me."
His words resonate in my mind, reminding me of young, carefree times.
"Wouldn't it be nice to have that again?" he says.
"Yes, Father," I reply, "When you were the toughest guy in the world to me."
"Then be Daddy's boy again, son"
I think about it. It all sounds right.
"Yes, father"
Always found this so hot but felt kind of guilty about it till now. I agree with what some people have said sort of, that if my dad ever came onto me I'd be really weirded out.
Still, the thought of it drives me nuts. It started kind of weirdly- the thought had crossed my mind maybe once or twice but always seemed too "wrong" as I was so young, never really thought about it overall though. Then one night when I was 16, my family went on vacation (don't get excited, nothing happens); we were all sharing a room and I had this dream that I was in the bathroom while my parents were getting ready, but I was invisible. My Mom was doing her makeup, and my Dad was showering in the clear glass stall shower; I guess you don't have ordinary filters in dreams because I was loving it. It was steamy so I could only see a sort of fragmented picture, and his dick was totally covered, but I remember sitting there in the dream almost hypnotized, trying so hard to see his dick dangling between his legs; all I could make out was the shadow of his pubes. When I woke up I felt weird for a little but somehow put it out of my head.
Nothing else really happened for a while until I got to college, which resulted in a dramatic increase of me jerking off drunk. One night, for some reason while jerking I started thinking about the dream and had one of the best orgasms of my life. Then I started thinking about it more and more, found this and other similar forums until it became somewhat regular, now I've sort of realized it's just an odd, irrational sexual thing and its really not a big deal as long as I don't see it as one or act on it.
Not that I could- my Dad's a traditional manly man ex jock alpha-male We never really got along, always have argued since he's so forceful and stubborn, when I was young I grew up sort of afraid of him and he was also distant and impossible to please- barley ever got recognition for the stuff I did, but in a way I think its why I'm so attracted to hairy men and being submissive/a bottom. I love being powerless against an older mans cock, I love the idea of a man being so masculine and dominant that you could never say no once his cock is in your face. As weird as it is, I think it all comes from my Dad and our bad relationship.
I've jerked with his boxers or socks before, smell was unreal. Made my cock instantly hard and would have to pull it away or instantly cum. Smelled so hot, so manly, so sweaty and musky and overpowering.
I still haven't come out to him, but I have this fantasy (emphasis: fantasy, I guess for my own fantasy purposes, my mother is on an extended business trip in the scenario)
where I do and he flips out, yells at me, we get physical and he overpowers me and drags me into his room...he tells me if I want to be a cocksucker, I can start with his. I resist, trying to get away, he pins me to the wall, shoves a sock to my nose and holds it there, forcing me to drink in his scent, clouding my brain, making me stop struggling as i take in that manly musk. I'm putting up less and less of a fight, unable to ignore how addictive the smell is while his strong arms easily hold pressed against the wall, unable to twist or turn or move my head at all. He presses his sock harder into me and a faint taste hits my tongue. I stop struggling, and he pulls away slowly, leading me to the bed. At first as I walk its like im in a trance, but the fresh air makes me snap out of it. I start fighting again but he easily pins me to the bed, shoving a pair of clean underwear in my face. Once again I stop struggling, drunk off the scent I'd jerked off too so many times. I stop fighting and he starts to strip me slowly. I'm nervous, almost terrified, but that doesn't matter because the anticipation is too much- its like all those buried away desires have me frozen. All I can focus on are his fingers running across my skin. Its amazing- I should run out screaming, but I can't move. All I can do is try to control myself from here, say no, resist...
But he can see the resistance in my face- he takes off his dirty underwear, fresh with his sweat from our fight, forcing it on my nose, and instantly I go blank. He tells me how he always knew I was gay and it would come to this. I can't say no. Any idea of No is gone under that sweet musk, replaced by a desire for more. It makes me realize I want to obey him. It was like he could shut off any standards, any values, any morals I had. I want to submit to him. He can tell in my face once again, knows I'm almost broken. He hugs me tight, wrapping me in his strong, hairy arms and pressing me against his toned, hairy chest. I feel the thick, coarse hair on his legs rub against my light, thin ones. I don't fight it- I let him pull me in, wrapping around him.
He knows how close he is. He physically dominated me, but he still had to mentally. He tells me to look at the contrast between us: "I'm built with a tall, broad frame. Look how tiny your body is. You won't grow anymore, you're just naturally tiny. I'm covered dark, thick, full body hair, but you're totally smooth or have light hairs."
It didn't matter that he was picking random facts out- I was hanging onto every word. He was right. I was weak, he was strong.
"Odd coincidences, dont you think" he said, his voice deep and alluring and powerful.
"I think so"
He laughs, "I think not"
I stare ahead, feeling him move closer to my ear- his hot breath runs along me, "Look at the facts- you were born to be my bitch"
The words hit me- somewhere in my head an alarm to stand up for myself goes off, but it doesn't matter. He's right. He's naturally big, masculine, while I'm tiny and boyish. It had to be. It explained a question I'd asked so much- why did he, someone so mean, bigoted, small-minded, homophobic have to be my father? Now I saw why. It was my fate to be his bitch. All the times I'd argued against him were just pitiful attempts to hide that I wanted his attention, and now I had it.
"Look at your bubble ass, and look at my huge cock son. Its common sense."
It was common sense. How could it be anymore clear?
"Look at how right now, your body fits into mine. Its like when you were a baby"
I feel his arms around me, pressing me into him.
"It is, Dad."
"Like when you were a kid...before you got all opinionated and started arguing with me."
His words resonate in my mind, reminding me of young, carefree times.
"Wouldn't it be nice to have that again?" he says.
"Yes, Father," I reply, "When you were the toughest guy in the world to me."
"Then be Daddy's boy again, son"
I think about it. It all sounds right.
"Yes, father"
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Re: Dads underwear
Why? As kids, its normal, human response to being infatuated with and getting as close as you can to an adult male cock. Totally normal.. I hear straight boys talk of panties the same way allll the time.
Why? As kids, its normal, human response to being infatuated with and getting as close as you can to an adult male cock. Totally normal.. I hear straight boys talk of panties the same way allll the time.
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Re: Father-Son Incest
My personal fetish.
My personal fetish.
Re: Father-Son Incest
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Guys with a daddy/son fetish
Hey everyone
So I'm talking to this older guy, and he has this major daddy/son fetish, which I think is kinda hot too... My question is, what are some good things to say to him when we're together? I've used things like "I want to taste the seed that made me" kinda stuff and I was just wondering if anyone else had any suggestions? Thanks
Hey everyone
So I'm talking to this older guy, and he has this major daddy/son fetish, which I think is kinda hot too... My question is, what are some good things to say to him when we're together? I've used things like "I want to taste the seed that made me" kinda stuff and I was just wondering if anyone else had any suggestions? Thanks
WIZZARD101
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Re: Guys with a daddy/son fetish
i would love to take on a younger "son" thought the thought of actually doing anything with my ral sons is out
i would love to take on a younger "son" thought the thought of actually doing anything with my ral sons is out
countryfan
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Re: Father-Son Incest
I had a dream about my dad last night which I'm sure every night I do, but I actually remember my dad crawled into bed with me in the middle of the night and I was like who are you and he said its me your dad. Then we cuddled together and made out a bit and that's all I remember! Grr! Wish that could really happen!
I had a dream about my dad last night which I'm sure every night I do, but I actually remember my dad crawled into bed with me in the middle of the night and I was like who are you and he said its me your dad. Then we cuddled together and made out a bit and that's all I remember! Grr! Wish that could really happen!
pohbear
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