My Drunken Dad

My Drunken Dad

By: Spectronica247

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Summary:

Kevin McDaniel was forced by his father, Greg, to watch straight porn in an attempt to convert him into a heteronormative life. This led to a hostile fight between the two but later turned into a warm incestuous moment.

Chapter Three - "The Confession"

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Kevin stared at his father, the man who had just moments ago been straddling him with a crazed look in his eyes, and now lay panting beneath him, the man's expression now filled with regret... and had just uttered an apology. Something he feels is not like him. He had never heard his father apologize for anything, let alone something as monstrous as what he had just attempted.

He felt the rage inside him cool, replaced with a numbness that was almost worse. "What do you mean, 'you're sorry'?" the auburn teen asked. "You can't just do something like this and say 'I'm sorry' like it fixes everything."

"I didn't mean it," the patriarch said in a cracked tone, looking into the pure blue eyes of his only child. The weight of his own actions were crashing down upon him like a tidal wave of regret and despair. "I don't know what came over me."

Kevin stared down at his father, his own eyes a mix of anger, disgust, and something else - pity. He knew Greg was a broken man, a man lost in his own fear and grief. But that didn't justify what he had just done. "You can't just... do something like that," Kevin whispered, his voice barely audible. "What the hell were you thinking?"

He looked down at his father, waiting for an answer for a minute. And in that frozen moment, something snapped within Greg, a dam of denial and anger shattering to reveal the sad, scared man beneath the monster he had become. With a sob that seemed to tear through the fabric of the room, Greg reached up and grabbed his son's hand, pulling it to his chest. "I'm so sorry, Kevin... for everything." he choked out, his eyes welling up with tears that spilled over onto his rough, stubbled cheeks. "I've... I've just been so lost without your mother, so scared of losing you too."

The alcohol-soaked haze in his eyes began to clear, revealing the depth of his own self-loathing. "I've been a terrible father, a terrible husband... I just didn't know how to handle any of it. I didn't mean to hurt you like this." He closed his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek and landing on the back of Kevin's hand.

The latter's hand, trapped in his father's grip, grew slack as the tension in the room shifted from violence to something unbearably raw. The trembling in Greg's voice, the desperation in his eyes, was unlike anything he had ever seen from the man who had ruled their lives with an iron fist and a bottle of whiskey.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Kevin leaned closer, his voice hoarse but filled with a strange tenderness. "Dad... I know I'm supposed to run away from you because of what you tried to do to me tonight, but... I decided to forgive you. But, you can't keep doing this... Not only is this destroying our home, but it's also destroying yourself." It was the first time he had acknowledged his father's pain, the first time he had offered something other than anger or resentment.

Greg's eyes snapped open at the sound of Kevin's voice, and he searched his son's face for any sign of deception, any hint that this was just another ploy to push him away. But what he saw was something entirely different. Kevin's expression was a blend of anger, sadness, and a glimmer of hope.

With a tremble that started in his chest and traveled to his fingertips, Greg reached up to cup Kevin's cheek. His hand was rough, calloused from years of hard labor and self-inflicted punishment, but the touch was gentle.

"Kevin... again, I'm so sorry," Greg sniffed. "You... you remind me so much of myself when I was younger." He took a deep, unsteady breath, the alcohol-laced air thick between them. "Scared, lost, and alone... I didn't want you to end up like me, but I've gone about it all wrong." His thumb traced Kevin's cheekbone, the gesture at odds with the harshness of his features.

Kevin's confusion grew as he searched his father's eyes for some semblance of understanding. "What do you mean?" he asked tentatively, his voice still shaking from the adrenaline of the altercation.

"Kevin," Greg began, "there's something I... I was afraid to tell you. Something about me... something I never told your mother about either,"

"Dad... it's okay," Kevin reassured him, his voice calm with understanding. "Whatever it is you're gonna tell me, I won't judge."

Greg sat up with effort, the gravity of the moment weighing on his shoulders. His back met the headboard as his eyes were cast downward. "When I was your age, I... I had a friend. His name is David." His chocolate brown eyes clouded over as he spoke the name, and Kevin felt a chill run down his spine. "We were close, too close for comfort, I guess." He paused, swallowing hard.

"One night, your grandfather caught us... being intimate." Greg's hands clutched at the bed sheets as if they could anchor him to reality. "He was furious," he continued, the words coming out in a rush, as if the dam had finally burst. "He beat me, Kevin, he beat me until I couldn't breathe. And then, he sent me away to one of those... those conversion camps. They were hell on earth, filled with nothing but pain and shit. The beatings, the exorcisms… I had to endure it all." His voice grew distant, lost in the memories that had haunted him for so long. "They broke me, son. They turned me into the man you see before you."

Kevin's eyes widened in shock, his own anger momentarily forgotten as his father continued his confession, his voice now a painful whisper. "They told me it was a phrase... something I could be cured from. After that, I swore to never be that weak in the eyes of people around me again. I pushed away anyone who was like me, became what your grandfather wanted me to be: a straight, strong man who hated everything I was once afraid of losing. And when David, my first love, couldn't take the torment anymore, he took his own life. It was because I... I blamed him for my misery, for being the reason I was kicked out of the football team, for being the reason the camp had cost me my graduation. So, I buried that guilt deep down, buried it with him, especially when I met your mother."

As Greg's words hung in the air, Kevin's anger began to dissipate, replaced by a profound sense of pity for the man before him. He realized that his father's homophobia was not born out of malice but rather a deep-seated fear of his own past, a fear that had been instilled in him by a cruel, intolerant world. The revelation shook him to his core, and his heart ached for the young man Greg once was, the one who had loved so fiercely only to have it crushed by the very people who were supposed to protect and guide him.

The ire that had fueled him only moments before now turned into a white-hot rage aimed at the long-deceased grandfather who had caused so much pain. Kevin felt a sudden surge of protectiveness for Greg, for the love he had lost, and for the life he had never been allowed to live. His mind reeled with the thought of his grandfather's cruelty, the man who had cast a long shadow over their family with his narrow-mindedness and violence.

The auburn teen's gaze softened as he placed his free hand over Greg's, his touch offering silent comfort. "Dad, I had no idea," he murmured, his voice filled with a newfound softness. "It's not your fault. You didn't deserve that, and I... I understand."

Greg looked up, his eyes wet with tears, seeing a reflection of his own regret and a glimpse of the love that had been buried underneath the years of anger and fear. "Do you really mean it?" he rasped, his deep voice cracking under the weight of his hope.

Kevin nodded. "Yes, I mean it," he said firmly. "But... Why tell me now? Why not tell me or Mom about it then?"

Greg's shoulders slumped under the weight of his son's gaze, and he took a deep, shuddering breath. "I was too ashamed, Kevin," he admitted, his voice barely above a murmur. "Ashamed of who I was, of what they did to me, and what I became. I didn't want you to see that weakness in me, to think I was like... like that. And when you told us you were gay, I just saw you slipping away into the same hell I'd been through. I couldn't bear the thought of you suffering like I did, so I tried to push you away from it, to save you from the pain I felt." The bear-bellied patriarch paused, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

"Kevin, when I lost your mother… It was like losing David all over again. I realized that I had pushed away the two people I loved most because of the same fear and ignorance. I didn't want to lose you too, but I just didn't know how to be anything other than the man they turned me into. The hatred I had for myself, for being weak, for being different, it just... it consumed me," Greg choked out, his glossy eyes resting on their hands. "Every time I looked at you, I saw the same fear, the same pain in your eyes that I had felt. And I hated it. I hated that I had passed on this... this curse to you. But now, I see that I've been the real monster, pushing you away, trying to change you into something you're not. And that's not what a father should do."

Greg took a deep, shuddering breath, his entire endomorphic body trembling with the weight of his confession. "Can you ever forgive me, son?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper of hope.

Kevin's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he listened to his father's heart-wrenching confession. He leaned in closer. "Dad," he said, his voice filled with empathy, "I already did. What they did to you... what Grandpa did, it wasn't right. It doesn't justify the way you treated me, but I get it now." He took a deep, steadying breath before continuing. "The world has changed since then. It's not like it was when you were young. Being gay isn't seen as a mental illness anymore. People are more accepting now."

The curly-haired man nodded slowly, his eyes glistening with the beginnings of understanding. "I know, Kevin," his voice was heavy in his own regret. "I've seen it on TV, heard it on the radio, even the Supreme Court said gay marriage is the law of the land now." He paused, his thumb brushing against the back of Kevin's hand. "But I just couldn't... couldn't let go of that fear, son. The fear of losing you, just like I lost David. It's like I was drowning in a sea of hate, and every time I looked at you, all I could see was the same current threatening to pull you under." His grip on Kevin's hand tightened with a ragged whisper before he let go, his hand falling limply to his side. "You were right, Kevin. I've been a monster, and I don't deserve your forgiveness."

The teenager reached out and took his father's hand again, squeezing it gently. "You're not a monster, Dad. You're just a man who's been hurt by his own fears," Kevin said with surprising maturity. "And Dad... I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier. I know I hurt you, and I don't hate you. I didn't know you've been through so much hell, and now I do. But I need you to understand that I love you, no matter what. And I need you to love me back, not just as your son, but as who I truly am."

The room was still, the only sounds the distant wail of a siren and the heavy beating of their hearts. For a moment, it seemed as if the four walls of Kevin's bedroom were holding their breath, waiting for Greg's response.

Finally, Greg's hand moved, wrapping around Kevin's in a firm, almost desperate grip. "I love you, son," he choked out, thick with emotion. "I've always loved you, even when I couldn't find the right words or the right way to show it."

With a sudden surge of affection, Kevin threw his arms around Greg's neck and squeezed him tightly. It was a gesture that had been so rare in their relationship, but now it felt as natural as breathing. Greg's arms encircled his son's waist, pulling him closer. They sat there for a long moment, the tension of years of anger and misunderstanding dissolving into a warm embrace filled with sorrow and hope.

Then, with a heavy sigh, Greg leaned back and laid down on the bed, his eyes never leaving Kevin's. With a nod, Kevin lay down beside him, his head resting on Greg's broad chest. The older man's arm wrapped around his son's shoulders, cradling him protectively. They remained like that for what felt like an eternity, the rhythm of Greg's heartbeat a soothing lullaby against Kevin's ear. The room was silent except for the occasional sniffle as both men grappled with the gravity of their newfound understanding.

It was Greg who spoke first, "Kevin, I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you. I'll do better. I'll be better."

Kevin looked up at him, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know you will, Dad. We both will."

The sound of the pornographic film playing downstairs grew louder, the deep masculine moans of the brown-haired male actor seeping into the room like an invasive, seductive mist. Kevin felt a sudden warmth pooling in his lower belly, and before he could stop it, his cock grew hard against the fabric of his pants. The pressure was unmistakable as it pushed against Greg's crotch, and he couldn't help but gasp slightly at the unexpected sensation.

Greg felt the unmistakable pressure of Kevin's growing erection against his own crotch, and for a moment, there was a pregnant silence in the room. "Kevin, are you still... hard?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

Ah shit! Kevin's cheeks flamed with embarrassment, and he nodded sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Dad," he murmured, his eyes squeezed shut as if he could will the hardness away.

Greg's chuckle was rough but gentle. "It's okay, son," he said, his hand giving Kevin's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Don't be embarrassed. It's just us two guys here."

The sound of the pornographic film downstairs grew more pronounced, the deep, guttural moans of the brown-haired man on the TV resonating through the house. Greg felt a sudden twitch in his own pants, a response that was as surprising as it was unwelcome. He cleared his throat and tried to lighten the mood. "Probably that guy's moaning is getting to you," he said with a forced chuckle, trying to ignore the sudden tightness in his own crotch. "Sounds like a stallion in heat, doesn't he?"

Kevin's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but there was something in his father's tone that made it easier for him to admit his truth. "Yeah, Dad," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. "It does sound... hot."

The admission sent a jolt of something through Greg's body, something he hadn't felt in a long time. His hand, still resting on Kevin's shoulder, slid down to the small of his back, his thumb brushing against the bulge in Kevin's pants. "Is that all it is, son?" he asked, his voice gruff with a hint of curiosity.

"That's not all, Dad..." Kevin braced himself for what he was about to reveal. "Remember that old show you used to watch, "Walker, Texas Ranger"?" He swallowed hard, his voice shaking slightly. "There's... there's something about those fights, you know, where they just go at it with their bare fists. It's like... it's like they're proving their manhood, fighting for what they believe in."

Greg's expression grew thoughtful, his hand still resting on Kevin's back. "Yeah, I remember," he said slowly. "You used to watch it with me sometimes, didn't you?"

Kevin nodded, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Yeah, I did," he whispered. "And... and I used to... I mean, I still do, sometimes..."

The McDaniel father's hand stilled as he waited for Kevin to continue.

"I would... masturbate to those scenes," the 18-year-old admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. "The way the men fought, the raw power, the... the way they'd get all sweaty and intense. It just... it did something to me." He could feel his face burning with a mix of shame and arousal. "And the movie "Hard Times" with Charles Bronson, when he's fighting in the underground bare-knuckle matches? That got me too."

Greg's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't pull away. "Kevin," the man began, his voice tentative, "are you saying that you... that you get turned on by male aggression?"

Kevin nodded again. "I know it's weird, b-but I can't help it. It's like... it's like the fight between the brunet and the blonde from the living room TV downstairs. It's not the sex, it's the... the power play, the dominance."

The older man took a moment to digest this revelation, his mind filled with thoughts and memories of his own past. He had never considered that Kevin might find something like that arousing, but in a strange way, it made sense. The world was full of different desires, and it seemed that his own son was just discovering his. He felt a sudden surge of affection for the young man, a feeling that was tinged with a hint of something else. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Sometimes, Dad..." Kevin continued. "when I watched those old action films, I couldn't help but... I don't know, fantasize. Whenever there was a scene where a guy would be all sweaty and defeated, I'd... I'd imagine walking up to them, laying on top of them, and just... grinding," he whispered, his voice trailing off. Oh god... why do I have to tell him that? Why do I have to embarrass myself by expressing my fetish shit out loud?

This should be the part where Greg should stop this conversation, as it is wrong to entertain these thoughts, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, his hand slid further down, rubbing Kevin's back in circles. "It's okay, son," he said finally. "It's okay to be attracted to power and strength. It's a part of who we are, a part of being a man."

Their eyes were glued to each other, chocolate brown to pure blue, and for a moment, the air in the room was charged with an intensity that was far beyond their usual father-son bond. Without thinking, Greg went to his son's ear and whispered, "If it's what you want, son, I can show you," as his hand moved down to caress the bulge in Kevin's pants.

Kevin's heart thundered in his chest as Greg's hand touched his erection, the warmth of his father's palm sending shock waves through his body. "What do you mean, Dad?" he asked, his voice trembling. Is he really... is he gonna... His thoughts couldn't even finish the sentence. Who is this man?

Greg took a deep breath, his hand moving tentatively but firmly. "I mean, we're both men, Kevin," he said, his eyes never leaving his son's face. "We both have... needs. And if watching that shit downstairs gets you going, well, maybe we can help each other out. I heard it's what some fathers do for their sons, right?"

Kevin started thinking, the years of confusion and pain momentarily forgotten in the face of this unexpected intimacy. He nodded, his eyes locked on Greg's, his breathing shallow. "Okay," he replied. "But just this once."

Greg's hand moved more confidently now, his thumb tracing the length of Kevin's shaft through the fabric. "It'll be our little secret," he said, his voice low and soothing. "We'll make it right between us, just like we're making everything else right."

And with that, the incestuous line was crossed. As they lay there, father and son, their relationship began to mend in a way that neither could have anticipated.

Greg's calloused hands slipped down to Kevin's ass, his rough fingers digging into the soft flesh as he whispered, "Do what you want, son. Let it all out." The alcohol had lowered his inhibitions, but there was something genuine in his voice that Kevin hadn't heard in a long time.

The 18-year-old teenager's breath hitched as he took the invitation, his cock still straining against the fabric of his pants. He began to grind his hips against his father's belted crotch, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. The sounds of the pornographic film downstairs grew more intense, the rhythm of the moans and slaps syncing with their own quiet gasps and movements.

Kevin's eyes closed tightly, his mind racing with a cocktail of fear and desire. Fuck, why am I doing this? I shouldn't be enjoying doing this with my dad. This is wrong.

Indeed it is wrong, so very very wrong, but the warmth of Greg's hand on his back, the gentle pressure urging him on, made it feel almost right. He never knew he could feel so close to his father while feeling so far from the person he thought he knew.

With a sense of disbelief and burgeoning arousal, Greg slid his hand down the back of Kevin's pants, his calloused fingers grabbing a handful of his son's firm ass cheeks. The fabric of Kevin's underwear was damp with sweat and pre-cum, and the heat of his skin was intoxicating.

"That's it, boy," Greg murmured, his voice gruff with a hint of excitement. "Don't hold back, let it all out."

Kevin's movements grew more frantic, his hips rocking against his father's pelvis, the leather belt digging into his skin with each thrust.

Greg's own arousal grew in response to the intimate connection, his cock swelling and straining against his pants as he felt Kevin's hardness pressing into him. Despite the years of anger and misunderstanding, there was something undeniably powerful about the closeness they shared in that moment. Greg's hand on Kevin's ass tightened, his other hand reaching to cup the back of his son's neck, pulling him closer. The line between love and lust blurred as the two men moved together, their hearts racing in a dance of raw, primal need.

The alcohol had lowered Greg's inhibitions, but it was the longing for connection, the desire to heal the fractures in their relationship, that truly drove him forward. He closed his eyes and let himself revel in the sensation, the warmth and the pressure, as the tension built between them. It was a dangerous game they played, but in that moment, it was the only thing that made sense.

Greg's heart pounded as he felt his son's cock pulsing against his belt. He whispered hoarsely, "How does that feel, Kevin?"

Kevin's eyes flew open, meeting his father's with a mix of shock and ecstasy. "It feels... so good, Dad," he moaned, his hips bucking more vigorously.

The words were a heady aphrodisiac, and Greg felt his own arousal spike in response. He tightened his grip on Kevin's neck, his thumb caressing the smooth skin, as his other hand slid down to cup his son's firm ass. "That's it, boy," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "Show me how good it feels."

The room grew hot with their mingled breaths, the pornographic soundtrack from the living room is now a distant echo as the two men lost themselves in an illicit dance of exploration. Greg's hand clutched onto his son's ass cheek tightly in his boxer briefs, his rough fingers grazing over the sensitive skin. Kevin's breath hitched as he felt the warmth of his father's skin against his own.

Their movements grew more urgent, their bodies speaking a language that transcended the bounds of propriety. Kevin's needy moans were music to his father's ears. "Tell me more," Greg rasped, his voice a blend of paternal comfort and carnality. "Tell me how much you like it."

Kevin's voice was a choked whine as he whispered, "I've never felt anything like this before... It feels so... wrong," he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed.

"But do you like it?" Greg's voice was gruff, his breath hot on Kevin's neck. His hand squeezed his son's ass firmly, and Kevin couldn't hold back a gasp of pleasure.

"Yeah," Kevin admitted, his face buried in Greg's shoulder. "As a matter of fact... I... I love it, Dad… it feels so fucking good."

The patriarch's hand slid up to cradle Kevin's cheek, his thumb brushing away a bead of sweat. "Look at me, son," he murmured, his voice thick with a need that was as much about reclaiming the past as it was about satisfying the present.

Kevin's eyes opened, meeting his father's, and for a brief, terrifying moment, Greg saw the same desperation and longing reflected there. It was as if Kevin was looking for the acceptance and love in his father's eyes that he had found in the touch of a man's embrace.

With a trembling hand, Greg reached up and gently removed Kevin's glasses, setting them aside with surprising care. "I need you," he whispered, his voice thick with a newfound desire, "I need you so bad."

And before Kevin could process the gravity of his father's words, Greg's mouth crashed down onto his, the kiss hot and hungry. The taste of whiskey mingled with the salty sweetness of their breath as their tongues clashed in a dance that was as clumsy as it was intense.

Kevin's body responded instinctively, his own hunger for love and acceptance overwhelming his sense of wrongness. He kissed his father back with an intensity that surprised even himself, his hands reaching up to grasp at Greg's shoulders for balance. Their tongues danced together, the taste of whiskey and despair mingling with the sweetness of their shared breaths.

Greg's hand slipped from Kevin's cheek to the back of his head, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss. His other hand slid down to cup Kevin's bulging crotch, squeezing gently, feeling the heat and hardness that had grown from his touch. Kevin moaned into the kiss, his body responding to the firmness of his father's grip.

Kevin's breath hitched as Greg's calloused hand squeezed his erection through his pants, his father's kisses trailing down his neck, each one leaving a scorching brand of desire. "Oh, God, Dad," he gasped, the words torn from his throat, a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "I…I need you too."

Breaking the kiss, Greg pulled back to look into Kevin's eyes, his own glinting with a predatory smile. "Do you really want this, Kevin?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Kevin's spine.

The question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their shared secret and the promise of something darker, something that would forever change their relationship. Kevin's breath caught in his throat, the heat of his father's hand still pulsing against his cock. He searched his own soul, the tumult of emotions threatening to drown him, but amidst the confusion, there was a spark of truth that shone through like a beacon in the night. He nodded, his voice shaking with a need that was equal parts desperate and terrified. "Yes, Dad," he whispered, "I want this."

Greg's smile grew broader, a wolfish expression that sent a thrill of anticipation through Kevin's body. "Good," he said before flipping themselves over on the bed to have himself on top of him. "Because I've got a lot to show you."

With a firm tug, Greg unbuckled Kevin's belt, the leather sliding through the loop with a satisfying click that echoed in the quiet room. He pulled it out with a snap, the metal glinting in the dim light. Kevin's eyes widened, his heart hammering against his ribs like a wild bird trapped in a cage. He could feel the heat from his father's body above him, the weight pressing him into the mattress, and he knew there was no turning back.

Kevin's thoughts spun in a whirlwind as his father's heavy weight settled over him, the reality of the situation crashing down like a ton of bricks. He could barely believe that Greg, of all people, would be the one to initiate this forbidden act, to be the first to claim his virginity in a twisted display of what he thought was love and guidance. The irony of it all was a bitter pill to swallow, his mind screaming that this was sinful on every conceivable level.

Yet, the intoxicating cocktail of fear and desire clouded his judgment, leaving him trembling beneath Greg's dominating presence. His body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to the illicit touch with a need that both repulsed and excited him. He whispered a silent prayer for strength, for the courage to either stop this madness or to find a way to survive it with his sanity intact. But as Greg's hand reached for the button of his pants, Kevin realized that he was lost in a storm of his father's making, with no clear path back to the shore of innocence he had once known.

Greg's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and triumph as he pulled out Kevin's long, 6-inch swollen cock, the veins pulsing with the blood of their shared passion. The sight of his son's arousal, a stark testament to the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically in their twisted dance, fueled his own. He wrapped his rough, calloused hand around the velvety skin, his thumb tracing the sensitive slit at the tip, drawing a gasp from Kevin's lips.

"Look at that, boy," Greg murmured, his voice thick with a mix of pride and hunger as he took in the sight of Kevin's fully erect penis. "You're just as much of a man as I knew you could be." His words were a strange comfort in the tapestry of wrongness that enveloped them, a declaration of acceptance that seemed to hold a darker, more primal meaning.

The older male's thumb circled the head of his son's cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. "It's beautiful," he said, his eyes glued to the engorged member, "Just like your mother used to say about me."

The mention of Linda sent a jolt of grief and guilt through Kevin, but it was quickly overridden by the sensation of his father's hand stroking him, setting his nerves alight with an uncomfortable pleasure that he couldn't ignore.

"But it's not just for show," Greg continued, his grip tightening slightly, "You're gonna use it right, aren't you?"

Kevin nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on Greg's intense gaze, unable to look away from the hunger that burned in his father's eyes. "Yeah, Dad," he whispered, "I'll use it right."

With a low growl of approval, Greg leaned in to kiss Kevin again, his hand never stopping its slow, torturous strokes. The pressure of his body grew more insistent, his own cock straining against the fabric of his pants, seeking its counterpart. His thumb slid over the tip of Kevin's cock, spreading the slickness along the shaft as he pumped him with increasing speed.

Kevin's moans grew louder, his hips jerking up to meet each downward stroke, his hands clutching at the bed covers, knuckles white with the effort of not grabbing Greg's wrist to push him faster.

Greg's hand moved lower, cupping Kevin's balls, rolling them gently in his palm, making Kevin arch his back and whine into the kiss. He broke the kiss, panting, and looked down at his son, whose eyes were half-lidded with pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" Greg murmured, his voice a dark caress.

Kevin could only nod, his mind racing with the conflicting emotions that swirled like a tornado through his head. No matter how wrong it is, no matter the fact that the act they're committing is considered immoral, he couldn't deny how good it felt, how right it made him feel.

Greg's gaze flicked down to the plaid flannel shirt that clung to Kevin's lean frame, the fabric straining against the swells of his chest. With a quick, practiced motion, he unbuttoned the shirt, exposing the pale flesh beneath. His mouth watered at the sight of his son's pink, pert nipples, begging for attention.

The bear-bellied man leaned down, his stubble scraping against Kevin's skin, and took one of the sensitive peaks into his mouth, suckling with a hunger that surprised even him. Kevin's back arched off the bed, a strangled cry escaping his lips as Greg's teeth grazed the sensitive skin.

The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to the younger male's cock, which now throbbed in his father's firm grip. The older man switched to the other nipple, giving it the same rough treatment, his tongue flicking and teasing as Kevin writhed beneath him.

Kevin's body responded to Greg's touch like a wild creature caught in a hunter's snare, a combination of fear and arousal that made him quiver with anticipation. As Greg's mouth moved from his nipples to kiss a trail down his stomach, Kevin's breath hitched, his abs tightening under the scruffy beard that brushed against his skin. Greg's teeth grazed his hip bone, his tongue tracing the line of his pelvis. Kevin's cock was a rigid column between them, pulsing with need, and he felt Greg's hot breath against the sensitive skin. The older man looked up, a question in his eyes, and Kevin nodded, his voice a shaky whisper, "Yes, Dad… do it."

The words seemed to be ripped from the very core of him, a silent plea for acceptance and love in a world that had turned cold and cruel.

With a feral smile, Greg took Kevin's length into his mouth, the heat and wetness a stark contrast to the dryness of the room, the suction a strange comfort in the face of the fear that clawed at the edges of his mind. Kevin's eyes rolled back, his moans growing louder as his father's experienced mouth worked him over, the pressure building in his core like a storm about to break.

Kevin's eyes remained tightly shut as his father's mouth moved up and down his throbbing shaft, the sensation of Greg's rough yet surprisingly skilled tongue sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. Oh fucking god… this feels so much better than stroking myself… So warm and… tender. Oh fuck, I feel like I'm gonna cum already. He thought to himself in pleasure, his toes in his sneakers curled and flexed, painting little half-moons into the mattress as he moaned lewd comments that filled the room with the sound of their shared perversion.

"A-ah... Ooooh, fuck, Dad," he gasped, his voice high and needy, "Your mouth feels so good."

Despite the guilt that weighed him down, Kevin's body responded eagerly to the illicit attention, his hips bucking in rhythm with Greg's bobbing head. Each stroke of his father's mouth brought him closer to the edge, the tension coiling tighter in his stomach, his toes curling with every wet, hungry suck that echoed in the quiet, tension-filled space.

As Greg's mouth worked him, Kevin's hands found their way to his father's head, his fingers threading through the greasy hair. He couldn't help the desperate need to push him further down, to feel the fullness of his cock in that warm, wet cavern. The saltiness of his pre-cum coated Greg's tongue, a taste of the impending storm that was building in his balls.

Meanwhile, Greg's free hand had returned to Kevin's chest, his thumbs teasing and pinching the sensitive peaks of his nipples. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure sent the McDaniel teen's mind spiraling into a whirlwind of confusion and desire, his body betraying his mind's protests as he pushed Greg's head further down, urging him to take more.

"Yes... Aaahh... Oh god, fuck, yes," Kevin panted, his voice a mix of agony and ecstasy as Greg's skilled tongue swirled around his cock, the suction growing stronger, the pressure in his groin tightening like a vice. It's a good thing nobody else is present in the house to hear what they're doing.

"Oh God, Dad, I... I think I'm close... I'm gonna CUM!" Kevin yelled out, his voice a desperate cry that pierced the silence of the room, the words slipping out before he could catch them. His hips jerked upwards involuntarily, his cock pulsing with the imminent release.

However, just as the pressure in Kevin's balls threatened to spill over, Greg abruptly pulled his mouth away, leaving Kevin's cock glistening with saliva. "Not yet, boy," he said, his voice a low rumble of authority.

Kevin's eyes snapped open, a desperate whine escaping his lips as the pleasure receded like a retreating wave.

Greg's hand remained firm around his now saliva-coated shaft, stroking him at a steady, maddening pace that kept him on the precipice of climax. "Don't worry, we've got all night," The endomorphic brunet chuckled, his eyes glinting with a hunger that was no longer just about 'making a man' out of him, but about claiming him, about marking him as his own.

With a gruff command, Greg McDaniel climbed off his son, his own arousal clear and unyielding. "Spread 'em, boy," he said in a deep, husky voice that seemed to resonate with a newfound power.

Kevin, lost in a fog of confusion and desperate for the release his father had been so skillfully denying him, complied without hesitation. His legs parted, revealing his tight, pink virgin hole.

Greg leaned over him, spitting into his palm, the saliva glistening like a dark jewel in the dim light. His calloused fingers coated with the warm fluid, he brought them down to Kevin's ass, remaining his focus on the trembling form of his 18-year-old son.

With a gentle yet firm pressure, he pushed one finger inside, the intrusion eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Kevin.

Greg's eyes darkened with lust and sin as he watched Kevin's body react to his touch, the tight ring of muscle clenching around his digit. The heady scent of desire filled the room, a potent mix of sweat and need that seemed to intoxicate the air.

The boy's breaths grew shallower, his ocean blue eyes wide were filled with terror and anticipation as he felt his bear-bellied father's finger breach his innocence. The sensation was alien, yet at the same time, so oddly thrilling, a taboo pleasure that seemed to resonate with the darkest parts of his soul. He bit his lip, trying to muffle the whimpers that threatened to escape his mouth, the pain and pressure gradually giving way to a strange, pulsing warmth that seemed to spread through his body like wildfire.

"Are you enjoying this, boy?" Greg's voice was a dark whisper, his eyes written with a perverse pleasure as he felt the tightness of Kevin's virgin hole clench around his finger. "It's just the beginning, you know," the patriarch added, a malicious smirk playing on his lips as he watched his son's expression contort with the unfamiliar sensations.

With a trembling voice and shallow breaths, Kevin shakily answered, "Y-yes, Dad... I love how you're fingering me".

Greg smirked at Kevin's response, a twisted sense of victory flickering in his brown eyes. "I know you are, boy," he chuckled. He then added a second finger, pushing deeper, the spit serving as a precursor to the pain and pleasure that was about to unfold. The intrusion made Kevin gasp, his body tightening around the new invasion as his father's digits stretched and prepared him for what lay ahead. "You're gonna feel so much better after this," he added with reassurance.

The older man's fingers curled deeper, reaching that sensitive spot, and Kevin's yelp of pain morphed into a guttural moan as his prostate was touched for the first time. His eyes shot open, the world spinning as the sensation hit him like a freight train, his body arching off the bed. The pleasure was intense, a burning blaze that seared through the fear and confusion, leaving only a trail of need in its wake.

"D-Daddy," Kevin stuttered, his voice thick with arousal that seemed to be growing stronger with every passing second.

Hearing the word "Daddy" slip from his son's lips made Greg's eyes go wide for a fraction of a second, the unexpected endearment hitting him like a sucker punch to the gut. It had been years since he had heard that sweet, childlike tone, and for a brief moment, he was transported back to a time when his son looked up to him with adoration rather than fear and anger. But the present quickly reasserted itself, the lustful haze thickening around them like a fog, and Greg knew that this was no time for nostalgia.

"Keep calling me Daddy, boy," Greg murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he felt Kevin's body quiver under his touch. "Call me Daddy, and maybe I'll make sure you cum before we get to the main event." His fingers curled inside Kevin, hitting that sweet spot once more, watching as the young man's eyes rolled back in his head, his back arched off the bed. Kevin's breath hitched, a desperate whine escaping his throat.

"Daddy… Daddy, please..." he gasped, the word coming out as a strangled cry. The sound was like a drug to Greg, feeding the monster within him, making his cock throb with need. He knew he had his son exactly where he wanted him, under his control, begging for release.

"That's right, baby," Greg cooed, his thumb now teasing Kevin's tight hole as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm. Just like his mother. He thought.

Kevin's breath hitched, his eyes pleading as he looked up at his father, who was now looming over him, his own arousal thick and palpable. "Please, Daddy," he whimpered, his voice barely audible above the heavy throb of his heart. "I need it… I need your mouth on me again."

Greg's smile grew predatory, his hunger for power and control overshadowing any semblance of familial love. He leaned in, his mouth hovering just over the tip of Kevin's desperate cock. "Keep begging, boy," he taunted, his hot breath sending shivers down Kevin's spine. "Tell me how much you want your daddy to suck your cock."

Kevin's cheeks flushed scarlet with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he whispered, "I want it so badly, Daddy. Your mouth feels... it feels perfect."

With a low chuckle, Greg took the bait, his lips wrapping around Kevin's cock once more, the warm wetness of his mouth enveloping him like a second skin.

Kevin's hips jerked upwards, his body instinctively seeking more, his moans growing louder and more desperate with each suck. "Oh, Daddy," he gasped, his voice breaking on a sob, "yes, just like that."

As Greg's mouth worked feverishly on his son's cock, Kevin could feel the pressure building again, his body shaking with the intensity of his impending climax. His nails dug into the mattress, his eyes squeezed shut as he chanted, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," over and over again, the word becoming a mantra that pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Greg's own desire grew with each of Kevin's whimpers, his cock now painfully erect, straining against the fabric of his stained boxers.

"Aaahh... AAHHH D-Daddy... I'm gonna... Oh god, I'm... gonna-" Kevin managed to utter out as he knew he was reaching his limit.

With a feral growl, Greg felt Kevin's body tense up under his touch, the muscles in his son's stomach tightening like a coiled spring ready to snap. And then it happened, the moment Kevin had been teetering on the edge of for what felt like an eternity.

Kevin's cock spasmed in his father's mouth, and a warm, salty jet of cum shot into the back of Greg's throat. Kevin's eyes rolled back, and his head lolled back onto the pillow, his body going limp with the intensity of his climax. "AAAAAHHH SHIIIIT! D-DADDY... OH SHIT I'M CUMMING!" he yelled out, his voice hoarse from the mix of pleasure and pain, his words echoing through the room like a declaration of defeat and victory all at once.

The taste of his son's release sent a shock wave of perverse pleasure through Greg, his own cock pulsing with a desperate need to follow suit. The salty, musky flavor of Kevin's jizz filled Greg's mouth, it was eerily familiar yet foreign to him. It had been years, decades even, since he had last experienced this intimacy with another male, a time before his own father had caught him in a similar situation and had beaten the 'sinfulness' out of him, leaving him scarred and terrified of his own desires. As he swallowed, the memory of his father's fists and the burning hatred in his eyes surfaced, only to be pushed down again by the overwhelming wave of power and control he felt in this moment with Kevin.

Greg pulled away from Kevin's now-sensitive cock, the taste of his son's cum lingering on his tongue. As he watched Kevin's chest heave with the aftermath of his climax, he couldn't help but smirk at the irony. Man, just imagine the look on his own father's face if could see him now, indulging in the very 'weakness' he had been beaten for, he'd be rolling in his grave.

But Greg felt no shame, only a strange, twisted sense of triumph. He had conquered his fear, had claimed something for himself in the darkest, most taboo of ways. In his mind, he mocked the memory of his father, a man whose hatred had brought major damage to his life, and laughed in his mind, You can rot in hell with your prejudices. I've moved on.

As Kevin's body calmed and his breathing evened out, Greg knew that he had taken the first step in a dark, twisted dance that would forever change the fabric of their relationship.

"How did that feel, baby boy?" Greg rasped as he pulled away from Kevin's spent cock, his own erection strained against his pants. "Did Daddy make you feel good?"

Kevin's eyes fluttered open, his pupils dilated with the aftershocks of his climax. It was the most intense orgasm he's ever had in his entire life. His cheeks were flushed, and his chest heaved with each shaky breath. He looked up at Greg, the man who had just violated him in the most profound way possible, and whispered, "Yeah... Daddy... it felt good".

The teen's mind race with thoughts of his schoolmates and their boisterous conversations about their own sexual conquests. He had always felt a pang of envy, a deep ache of being left out of the locker room banter that painted the walls of his high school with tales of lust and desire. The fear of homophobic backlash had always kept him from pursuing his desires openly, but here, in the confines of his own bedroom, he had found refuge in the one place he never thought possible. Despite the horror and the wrongness of it all, Kevin couldn't help but feel a strange sort of happiness, a perverse relief that he was no longer the 'innocent' young man who didn't know what it felt like to be with a male.

Greg leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched Kevin's body quiver from the intense release. "That was just a taste, son," he rumbled, his hand sliding down to grope his own swollen erection, which was straining against the fabric of his stained jeans. "Now it's time for the real lesson."

He began to unbuckle his belt, the leather strap sliding through the loops with a sinister hiss. Kevin's eyes widened, his arousal spiking again despite the trepidation that churned in his stomach. "You want to make me feel good too, don't you, boy?" Greg's voice was a dark caress, a blend of dominance and seduction that Kevin found himself inexplicably drawn to.

Nodding almost imperceptibly, Kevin felt his heart race as he shifted his position, moving to the side of the bed as he kicked off his shoes. His cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and an odd, twisted excitement. His hands trembled as he reached out, tentatively touching the bulge in Greg's stained jeans.

"Come on, boy, show Daddy how much you love me," Greg said, his voice a gruff rumble filled with lust. He watched with a predatory gaze as his son fumbled with the button and zipper, his own hands guiding the trembling fingers with a strange tenderness that was alien to their usual interactions.

Finally, Kevin managed to free his father's thick, swollen cock, the fabric of Greg's underwear sticking to the dampness of his erection. It sprang out, the mushroom head a deep shade of purple and glistening with pre-cum. The musky scent of arousal filled the teen's nostrils, compared to the stale odor of sweat and alcohol that usually clung to Greg's clothing.

"H-holy shit, Dad," Kevin breathed, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination as he stared at his father's erect cock. "It's so…big," His voice was a tremulous whisper, his hand hovering over the imposing girth with a sense of awe that was quickly overridden by a wave of nervousness.

Greg chuckled darkly in response, "You're gonna love it, baby boy," he replied, "It's gonna fill you up so good, make you feel like the man you were meant to be." his own hand stroking his length, the leather belt still in his other hand, a silent reminder of his dominance. "Go ahead, Kev," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Get it nice and wet for me... just like how your mother did me."

Kevin's body responded, his own arousal a treacherous betrayal as he leaned in, his lips parting to take Greg's cock into his mouth. He swallowed around the thickness, his tongue tentatively exploring the unfamiliar terrain, the salty taste of his father's pre-cum coating his tongue.

Greg groaned, his hand coming up to grip the back of Kevin's head, pushing him down further. "That's it, boy," he encouraged, his hips moving in time with the rhythm of his son's mouth. "Suck it good. Make it wet enough to slide into your tight little ass."

The words were crude, but Kevin found himself responding, his mouth moving faster, his throat relaxing around the intrusion as he tried to please his father in the only way he knew how.

Kevin's eyes watered as Greg's erect penis, thick with desire, stretched his jaw to its limits. The potent, musky scent of his father's arousal filled his nostrils. As he tried to deep-throat the length of Greg's cock, his gag reflex kicked in, but Greg was relentless. With a growl of lust, Greg brought the leather belt down, the cool, smooth surface pressing against the back of Kevin's neck, guiding him further down his shaft.

"Yeah… that's my boy. Suck your old man's cock like a cocksucker you are…take it all, boy." Greg moaned, his voice a deep, dominating rumble that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the room.

As Kevin worked to swallow around Greg's thick cock, his tongue swirling around the tip and tasting the first hint of pre-cum, Greg's grip on his belt around Kevin's neck tightened. "Damn, boy… you're really better at this than I thought," the bear-bellied man commented with a gruff chuckle, his voice filled with a twisted sense of pride. "Is this your first time with a real man's cock?"

Kevin's cheeks were tinted pinkish red with a mix of embarrassment and a strange pride as he nodded, his mouth still full. The taste of his father's pre-cum was bitter-sweet, a tangible proof of Greg's desire for him.

Greg's belly jiggled with each powerful thrust, his breaths growing deeper and more erratic as Kevin's mouth worked tirelessly. The leather belt remained a constant pressure at the back of Kevin's neck, guiding him in a rhythm that matched Greg's hips. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the gagging noises of a son forced to please his father in the most depraved of ways.

Despite the horror of the situation, Kevin felt a strange thrill, a dark curiosity that made his own cock throb in response to the raw power dynamic.

With a smug grin, Greg pulled his glistening cock from Kevin's mouth, the leather belt leaving a faint red line on the teenager's neck. "Alright, boy, that's enough," he said, his voice thick with lust, "Now it's time for you to get ready for the main event."

"Y-you mean..." Kevin couldn't be more excited on the inside, his heart was beating out of his chest he felt like it could rip itself off while his cock could explode another load of cum just off his own hype. He knew what's coming next: getting butt-fucked by his own dad.

Greg's eyes gleamed with a sinister anticipation as he nodded. "That's right, boy," he said, "Lay back down on your back and spread those legs. Daddy's going to give you what you've been craving."

Like a trained dog, Kevin laid back down, his legs quivering as he spread them wide, exposing himself to the man who had brought him into this world. He watched in a daze as Greg lined up his thick, glistening cock with his trembling hole, the tip nudging at his entrance with a mix of excitement and fear.

"Keep those legs open," Greg ordered, his voice a gruff growl as he positioned himself between Kevin's thighs. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, the way his son's body responded to his touch despite the unholiness of it all.

I know I shouldn't be enjoying this, The high-school senior thought to himself. There is so much about this that a lot of people describe 'messed up on so many levels', and as soon as we're finished, there's nothing that can be done to reverse what we're about to do. But honestly... fuck it all. I just want to have this relief after all the crap that's happened tonight. We both deserved it.

With a predatory spark in his brown eyes, Greg lined his wet, throbbing cock up with Kevin's tight, trembling hole, the tip of his erection pressing against the velvety skin. "You ready for this, boy?" he asked with lust dripping in his tone. "It's gonna hurt at first," He warned, "but I promise it'll make you feel so much better." His hand tightened around the base of his cock, giving it a quick stroke before positioning it back at the entrance. "But remember, you're the one who wanted this," he added. "You're the one begging for a real man's touch."

With a grunt of effort, Greg slammed his cock inside Kevin's ass, pushing past the tight ring of muscle until he was buried to the hilt. Kevin's body arched off the bed with a muffled scream, his eyes squeezed shut as the pain shot through him like a bolt of lightning. His nails dug into the bed sheets, with the effort to hold back his tears. He was not prepared for this kind of pain that was a lot more agonizing.

"A-ah... D-Daaaad," he squealed out, hearing his own voice crack.

The purple head of Greg's 8 inch cock nudged against his son's prostate, sending a jolting mix of pleasure and pain through him. Despite the initial agony, Kevin felt his body start to adjust to the intrusion, his hole stretching around his father's thick girth.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Greg grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as he savored the sensation of Kevin's body stretching around him. "Exactly like how your mother is with her tight pussy," he added with a twisted smile, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that sent waves of pain and pleasure through the teenager's body.

As Greg shucked off his shirt, revealing his thick, hairy chest and the expanse of his bear belly, Kevin couldn't help but feel his own cock swell with an eerie fascination. He had never seen his father in such a state of undress, and the sight was both repulsive and strangely arousing. The soft folds of skin, the patches of brown hair, and the smell of sweat and masculinity filled the room with a primal energy that seemed to pulse in time with the heavy beat of Greg's heart.

"Keep moaning for me, boy," the McDaniel patriarch growled, his grip on Kevin's legs tightening as he began to thrust with a newfound vigor. Each plunge into his son's tight ass was met with a high-pitched whine of pleasure-pain that seemed to drive Greg even wilder.

Kevin's body was a whirlwind of sensations. He felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, teetering between agony and ecstasy, with no clear path back to the safety of sanity. But as Greg's thick, veiny cock slammed against his prostate, a dam of resistance broke within him, and a torrent of pleasure flooded through his body. The moans grew louder as his tears flowed freely, his saliva dripping onto the bed, mixing with the sweat that now coated their bodies. At this moment, Kevin William McDaniel and Gregory Benjamin McDaniel were no longer father and son, no longer two men trapped in a world that defines illicit acts like theirs, only one.

"Daddy... Awhhh... daddy, yes!" Kevin's voice was a desperate chant, his body moving in tandem with Greg's brutal thrusts. "Oh... Da-a-addy... I... I fucking love your cock inside me, daddy... I... I love you," The words slipped out of his mouth like a confession, a declaration of his own dark desires that had been festering in the shadows of his psyche.

Greg's rhythm grew more erratic, his grunts louder, as he was not far from climax. He could feel the tension coiling in his balls, the pressure building like a volcano ready to erupt. "I know you do, boy... I love you too. You're such a good little faggot for me," he snarled, the words a mix of love and spite that twisted the knife of their incestuous union even deeper.

Kevin's room was filled with wet, slapping sounds and the heavy panting of two men lost in the throes of a carnality that should never have been. The bed frame creaked in protest with each powerful thrust, the mattress soaked with sweat. Kevin's own cock, which had remained painfully hard throughout the ordeal, was now leaking a steady stream of pre-cum, leaving a sticky trail down his stomach and onto the bed.

With trembling hands, Kevin reached down to wrap his fingers around the base of his throbbing shaft before he stoked it in time with his father's thrusts.

As Greg's thrusts grew deeper, Kevin felt the need to match the rhythm, his hand moving in time with his father's invasive strokes. "Yeah… stroke your cock, boy," Greg grunted, his teeth sinking into the flesh of Kevin's shoulder. "Show me how much you love having your Daddy fucking your brains out."

The words were a dark symphony, a twisted love song that played out in the grunts and moans that filled the air. Kevin's cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and arousal as he nodded, his strokes becoming faster and more erratic. The pain was still there, but it had transformed into a strange symphony of pleasure coursing through every fiber of his being. Never in his life did he see himself being claimed by a man he never thought he would crave, but now he is.

"Y-yes, Daddy," he moaned. "I need to cum... I need to... I want you to cum inside me."

Greg's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of pride. "Who knew I'd raised such a good boy," he murmured, his hips pumping harder, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing through the room. "Soon, baby... soon you're gonna make Daddy cum so deep inside you."

The McDaniel father and son moved together, a macabre dance of love and dominance, their bodies entwined in a way that should have brought them closer but instead highlighted the deep, unbridgeable chasm that had formed between them. With each stroke of his hand and thrust of his father's cock, Kevin felt himself getting closer to the edge, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him.

Through the primal grunts and the smell of sweat and sex filled the room as Greg's heavy body bore down on him, Kevin couldn't help but draw parallels to the animalistic mating rituals he'd studied in his biology class. The raw, instinctual need, the dominance and submission, the pain that blurred into pleasure… It was all too similar. He wondered if animals felt the same mix of emotions, the same confusing blend of fear and excitement, as they gave themselves over to the instinctual urges that ruled their world.

His hand tightened around his cock, his strokes matching the rhythm of Greg's thrusts, the tension building until he could feel his orgasm approaching like a wild beast stalking its prey. His breaths grew shallow and quick, his ocean blue eyes squeezed shut, as he uttered out, "Daddy... I'm... I'm gonna do it... I'm gonna cum again, Daddy… FUCK, I'M ABOUT TO CUM!" His voice was a desperate whine that seemed to echo the cries of animals in heat, lost in the throes of a base, carnivorous need.

Greg leaned over, his own breathing ragged and heavy with anticipation. He spat a mouthful of warm saliva onto Kevin's erect cock, the liquid trickling down the shaft. "Yes, do it, boy," he urged, his voice low and guttural. "Cum for your old man, son. Shoot your fucking load like a dirty slut."

The scene from the 'educational' porn film replayed in Kevin's mind, the grunts and punches of the two muscular men fighting a silent symphony to the rhythm of Greg's aggressive thrusts. His father's sweat-soaked chest loomed over him, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing in his ears as he felt his own climax building. The teen's legs shot up, toes curling as the image of the men's sweat-slicked bodies colliding in the fake arena filled his vision. His cock throbbed in his hand, the veins pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, ready to spill over, and he knew it was going to be intense.

His blue eyes snapped open, and he watched Greg's contorted face, his teeth bared in a mix of pleasure and pain. With one final, powerful thrust, Greg buried his cock deep inside Kevin, and the high-pitched whine that escaped the young man's throat was one of pure, unbridled pleasure. "Ahhh AAAHHHH D-DADDY… OOOOOHHH FUCK, I'M REALLY GONNA CUM!"

Kevin's cock exploded with huge ropes of cum, painting his chest and stomach with a thick, sticky mess that seemed to mirror the emotional chaos inside him. The orgasm ripped through him like a tempest, tearing down the last shreds of his innocence and leaving only raw, trembling need in its wake. His body spasmed uncontrollably as he shot his load… this was the second time tonight he had unleashed his seed.

Greg's grin was one of victory as he watched his son's climax, his eyes darkening with a mix of pleasure and possession. He leaned down to whisper in Kevin's ear, "Good job, boy," his breath hot and heavy with lust. "Oh fuck…Oh yes… I-I'm gonna fill up your ass, son. Oh… OOOAAHHH…~"

Greg's own climax grew closer. He squeezed his eyes shut , and he began to moan loudly, the sound reverberating through the small room like a wild animal claiming its territory. His cock swelled inside his 18-year-old son, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. The teenager could feel the head of his father's cock pulse and throb, and he knew it was only moments away from unloading.

"OOOAAAAAAAHHHH~...AAAAAAAAAHHH YEEEAAAAHHH!" Greg's bellows shook the room as buried himself deep inside Kevin, his cock erupting with a hot, sticky torrent of his brothers and sisters that flooded the younger man's ass.

The sensation was overwhelming, the heat and fullness of it all pushing Kevin's pleasure to new heights even as the reality of what was happening crashed down upon him like a ton of bricks. Even though the activity they've committed is sin by nature, at least he got the first experience of feeling a man inside him. He knew that this is something that he has to keep secret from the rest of the world for pretty much the rest of his life. Their bodies remained joined, their breathing ragged and erratic as the aftershocks of their shared climax washed over them. Kevin's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and disbelief, staring at the ceiling as if the answers to the questions swirling in his mind were written there in invisible ink. Greg's weight was heavy on top of him, but there was something almost comforting in it, a twisted reminder of the love and dominance that had fueled their union.

As the final tremors of their incestuous union subsided, Kevin found himself acting on an instinctual need for comfort and belonging, his arms wrapping around Greg's naked torso, pulling him closer. His legs locked around his father's waist, his heels digging into the soft flesh of Greg's lower back, drawing him in like a vice. The teen buried his face into his father's neck, inhaling the musky manly scent of sweat and sex, his heart pounding against the bear-bellied man's chest like a caged bird desperately seeking escape.

Greg's chest heaved with exertion as he pulled out of Kevin, the head of his cock glistening with the remnants of their shared passion. Without missing a beat, he flipped them over, reversing their positions so that Kevin was now in his broad arms, lying on top of him. He wrapped his burly arms around his son's trembling body, holding him in a fierce, possessive embrace. The warmth of their combined release melded their sticky skin together as Greg's hand caressed Kevin's sweat-drenched hair, his calloused thumb tenderly brushing away the tears that streaked his son's face.

"You did good, boy," he huskily whispered into the quiet, their heavy breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. The pornography film in the living room had already ended, waiting for its owner to replay it. "Real good. You took it like a man on your first time." He stroked Kevin's cheek with the back of his hand, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw as if admiring the new contours of his son's manhood. "You're going to make someone very happy one day, just like you made Daddy,"

With a tremulous smile, Kevin looked up into his father's brown eyes, the salty taste of tears still coating his lips. "Thank you, Daddy," he whispered, his voice thick with the aftermath of their forbidden act.

As Greg's hand trailed down from Kevin's cheek to his chest, his eyes grew distant, lost in a world of his own twisted satisfaction. "You know, I should be the one thanking you, boy," he said, his voice a gruff rumble that seemed to shake the very bed they lay upon. "You gave me what I've been craving for decades, something I never had the guts to admit, even to myself." His thumb grazed over one of Kevin's nipples, causing the younger man to shiver involuntarily. "Your mother... she never knew, she never understood what I've been through. But you, you do."

Kevin took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to find the strength to break the silence that had descended upon the room. He could feel the weight of his father's arms around him as he could feel the warmth of his father's spunk leaking onto his legs and landing on the mattress. "Dad," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "You deserve to be happy. And that bigoted man who raised you, who hurt you with his words and his fists, he's not here anymore. He can't control us." He paused, his heart hammering in his chest as he searched for the right words. "We can choose our own path, love who we want, without fear of his judgment."

Greg's gaze softened, his thumb continuing to stroke Kevin's cheek with gentle strokes. "What are you saying, son?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

Taking a leap of faith, Kevin leaned in and pressed his trembling lips against his father's, kissing him with a passion that was both tender and fierce. "I love you, Dad," Kevin murmured against Greg's mouth, his voice filled with a mix of lust and love. "But we need to get help… just like Mom wanted. You can't keep going down this path."

Greg's eyes searched Kevin's, his expression a tumult of emotions. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I mean," Kevin said, his voice firm. "Your drinking, your anger, your... all of it." He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "You can't keep doing this, Dad. It's not healthy for either of us."

Greg's arms tightened around him for a brief moment before he sighed, the weight of his son's words seeming to deflate his chest. "You're right, Kevin," he said, his voice hoarse. "I've been a fucking mess since your mother passed. I don't know how to deal with it."

Kevin pulled back, looking into Greg's eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he saw a hint of vulnerability in the man who had always been his rock. "Then let's deal with it together," he said, placing a gentle hand on Greg's shoulder. "Let's find help for your drinking, for your anger, for all of it."

The room grew quiet again, the only sound was the distant hum of the TV in the living room. Greg looked away, his chocolate brown eyes misting over. "I'm not sure I can change," he murmured.

Kevin leaned in, pressing his forehead against Greg's, his voice steady. "I know it's hard but you can try, Dad. For Mom, and for us."

The two men lay there, their hearts beating in sync, the silence stretching out between them like a tightrope. Then, with a deep sigh, Greg nodded. "Okay, Kevin. For you, we'll try."

Their kiss grew more urgent, a silent vow to face their demons together. It was a kiss filled with the hope of redemption, a promise to break free from the cycle of pain that had plagued them for so long. As they pulled apart, Kevin could feel the beginnings of a new bond forming between them, one that was tinged with the bitterness of their past but also the sweetness of a future that might just hold the possibility of love and acceptance.

Greg's eyes searched his son's, a storm of doubt and fear swirling in their depths. But there was something else there too, something that made Kevin's heart ache: a flicker of hope. It was as if he could see the man his father had been before the years of anger and alcohol had taken their toll, the man his mother had loved, the man who had held him when he was a baby and whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

Finally, Greg's expression softened, his grip on Kevin loosening slightly. "You're right," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I can't keep going down this path."

With a shaky nod, Kevin pushed himself off the bed, his legs feeling like jelly beneath him. That was when the reality of what had just occurred crashed down on him like a wave, and he desperately needed to regain control, to find some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. He looked over at the clock, his blue eyes widening in horror. "Holy shit, Dad," he exclaimed, his voice cracking. "I almost forgot about my homework!"

Greg chuckled, the sound low and bitter. "Priorities," he said, his arms falling away from Kevin's body. He gets out of bed and reaches for his discarded clothes, pulling them on with jerky, uncoordinated movements. "You've always been a smart kid, Kevin. Don't let me fuck that up for you."

Kevin watched his father get dressed, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that what had just happened between them was wrong, but he couldn't help feeling a strange sense of belonging. As Greg buckled his belt, the leather whispering through the loops, he couldn't shake the feeling that their lives had just shifted on an unseen axis, tilting into a direction he never could have anticipated.

"I love you, son," Greg said, his voice gruff with emotion. "You know that, right?"

Kevin nodded, his eyes misting over. "I do, Dad. I love you too."

The older man bent down, planting a firm kiss on the top of Kevin's head. "You're more of a man than me," Greg murmured, his hand lingering for a moment before dropping away. "You always have been." With a final squeeze of Kevin's shoulder, Greg left the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Now alone in his bedroom, the McDaniel teen sat there for a moment, his body still trembling from the aftermath of their encounter. He could feel the sticky mess between his thighs, a stark reminder of the incestuous act they had just committed.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. What… in the living hell… just happened tonight? he wondered, his mind reeling from the mix of emotions. The anger, the fear, the lust, the love... it was all so confusing. But amidst the chaos, there was one thing that stood out like a beacon in the fog: his relationship with his dad had taken a turn for the better.

With a trembling hand, the brown-haired teen reached for his own clothes and put his glasses back on, his mind racing. The night had been a rollercoaster of emotions, from the forced porn viewing to the explosive confrontation and the unexpected sexual release that had followed. He had never felt more conflicted in his life, torn between his desire for his father's approval and his innate need to be himself.

As he dressed, Kevin whispered to himself, "This is crazy. So fucking crazy." But despite the insanity of it all, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of relief. The tension that had been building between them for so long had finally snapped, and in its place was a bond that, while unconventional, felt surprisingly solid.

Sitting at his desk, Kevin opened his textbook with shaking hands. His father's words echoed in his mind:"You're more of a man than me."It was a weighty declaration that both filled him with pride and brought a lump to his throat. He knew that Greg had meant it, that he finally saw Kevin not just as his son, but as a person worthy of respect and love.

He glanced over at the clock, his heart skipping a beat when he realized how much time had passed. Damn it, he thought, I have to finish my homework before the night's over... I'm probably gonna be tired in the morning but I HAVE to do this, With a newfound determination, he set to work, his mind focused on the tasks at hand. But even as he tried to push the events of the evening to the back of his mind, the memory of his father's embrace lingered like a warm glow in his chest.

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