Incineroar was unsure how to start the conversation. He was sitting on the edge of his bed in a dirty pair of underwear. His father sat next to him, fully clothed. He had caught Incineroar masturbating earlier and told him that they needed to talk. This was it. It was going to be the talk. Incineroar couldn't have been more embarassed. He had just turned 18 a couple months ago and his dad was only now giving him the talk. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
"So." Incineroar's dad started "you like guys, huh?"
"DAD!" Incineroar exclaimed. He hadn't expected him to be so blunt about it.
"I saw what you were looking at." his father said "It's ok, you're into men. That's perfectly fine."
"Really?" Incineroar asked
"Of course. How long have you been attrected to men."
"Well, I uh, a while." Incineroar said. He was too embarrassed to say. He had started having an interest ever since he saw his dad jerk off in the shower. He hadn't been watching to be a pervert, but rather, he wanted to see how big his dad's cock was. He had put a small camera in the bathroom to look at his dad, but just only to look. How was 15 year old him supposed to know that his father was going to jerk it that day? Or how was he supposed to know how good it felt to masturbate. His father's moans while stroking himself had made Incineroar very curious and very aroused. He decided to copy what his dad was doing in the shower. It felt better than it looked. Incineroar still couldn't believe that his first orgasm was him jerking of to his dad who was masturbating in the shower.
After that, Incineroar always had a curiosity in other men. He liked to glance at their crotches or imagine making out with them in some dark bedroom. A decent amount of his fantasies were about his father, but many were still about others. A football player, a coach, a teacher, his best friend.
"So, when was your first time jerking it to someone else?" his father asked
"Ew, dad." Incineroar said
"Come on. How about I tell you and you tell me."
"Alright." Incineroar agreed. He could just lie about it.
"It was back in 8th grade for me." His father said "The school had just hired a new gym teacher who also became the basketball coach. One night, after a game, I forgot something in my locker and I went back to grab it. Everyone else but the coach had left, so when I arrived, he was standing in the locker room showers and slowly jerking it. I was so transfixed by him. His body was perfect. He had beautiful abs and a handsome face. I pulled my cock out of my pants and began to stroke. He was taking a while, so I decided to try something. I snuck over to his office and took his underwear."
"Really?" Incineroar asked. He never would have imagianed.
"Sure did." His father said "Took em and sniffed them. They were really musky. I snuck back to where he was in the showers and kept jerkin to him. He had even started fingering himself. He was moaning out my name and I thought he had discovered me. Then I realized he was fantasizing about me. It was really arousing. I jerked so hard that I came within moments. I didn't want to leave a mess on the ground so I came in his underwear. I wiped myself dry and put his underwear back where I found em."
"What happened after that" Incineroar asked
"That's not important." his father said "It's your turn." Incineroar had been so wrapped up with the story he forgot that he was supposed to make up a lie. That, and he was tenting in his underwear. He put on of his legs on his lap to casually hide his erection.
"I'm not really sure I'm comfortable with..." Incineroar trailed off. He was staring at his father, which the older male took as a sign.
"Ah, yes." he said "You might be more comfortable if I weren't much more dressed than you."
"That's not..."
"You don't have to ask. I get it. It's a little awkward." That was not what Incineroar had meant, but he now had to prepare himself as his father began to strip right in front of him. Incineroar's cock stood straight up in his underwear as his father began to take his shirt off. Each button on the clothing was like a small tease as Incineroar's dad slowly got less dressed. After the shirt came the pants. His dad dropped them to the floor and kicked them to the side. He was now just standing in a jockstrap and a loosened tie.
"D- dad... you- you."
"I know, I'm getting a little chubby." his father said
"No, you look great." Incineroar said. His dad was a stud. Capital STUD. Where he thought he had a bit of a gut, he was skinny like an athlete. His abs lookked so toned that he could probably open a can with them.
"Thanks." His dad said "I try my best to keep slim. Now get over here."
"What?" Incineroar asked
"You heard me." Incineroar's dad said from in front of a full length mirror "I'm going to show you how to tie a tie."
"ok." Incineroar said sheepishly. He walked over to his dad's side and looked at him.
"Not from there." he said "From behind me." Incineroar walked behind his dad, mindful of how close his cock was to his father's bare ass from the jockstrap. Fuck, why did he have to be wearing a jockstrap. "Closer." His dad said "You need to see this from up close." Incineroar took a step closer. His cock was barely and inch away from his father's ass now. "Closer."
His dad said again. "Stand with your chest against my back and stand up straight." Incineroar had no choice. He took the last step and pressed himself against his father. Incineroar's cock finally pushed up against his father's ass. He prayed he wouldn't turn around and he hoped his father thought his boner was just his leg. He made no comment on the throbbing, clothed member between his cheeks.
Incineroar's father reached his hands back and grabbed Incineroar's hands. He set them down on his ample pecs and gave him instructions. "Step one, make sure your tie is around your neck." his dad demonstrated the loose tie there. Incineroar tried to move his hands, but his father stopped him. "Just leave them there for now son. You'll get to put your hands to good use later." His father's words made Incineroar even harder. Had he meant for them to sound like that? Probably not, but they still had an effect. Incineroar looked down at his underwear. A large dark spot began to form. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. This was not good. The wet spot began to slowly grow as his cock released more liquids. He wished he had picked another pair of underwear, but this was the first thing he grabbed when his father caught him. Of course, it had to be his brother's underwear. It had somehow ended up in his laundry and came to his room. Incineroar had been using it as a cum rag. That was all it was good for. They were too small on him and made it look like he was wearing a very, very small speedo or thong. Incineroar had been completely ignoring what his father had been saying.
"What was that?" Incineroar asked
"I said to push it through the hole. You don't need a lot of force to get it in there." God, did that sound incredibly hot. Was his father still talking about a tie or something else. Incineroar looked down at his small underwear to see that the fabric had begun to fray. Shit, was his cock wearing out the underwear? "Your turn." His father said. He turned around and walked behind Incineroar. Incineroar felt his father walk up to him and place his bulge firmly against his underweared ass. Incineroar couldn't help but let out a small moan. "Cold?"
"Yeah." Incineroar lied. He stared at himself in the mirror as his father put the tie around his neck. Much to Incineroar's horror, the ererction and wet spot in his underwear were very visible in the mirror. His father leaned forward and rested his head next to his son's.
"Alright, show me what you learned." he said. Incineroar had paid zero attention on how to tie a tie, so he just winged it. "You weren't even paying attention, were you?"
"No." Incineroar admitted.
"From the top then." His father said. He reached for the ends of the tie, accidentally brushing against Incineroar's nipples. Incineroar never thought his nipples were sensitive, but once his father had touched them, he was weak in the knees. The wet spot in his underwear grew larger and more loose threads appeared on the underwear. As his hands worked, Incineroar's father kept accidentally bumping his son's nipples with his fingers. Each new contact left a bigger and bigger wet spot in Incineroar's undearwear.
The spot was the size of a baseball when precum began to drip to the floor. "Do you hear that?" Incineroar's father asked
"No." Incineroar lied
"Sounds like a leak somewhere."
"It's probably your imagination." Incineroar said. How had his father not seen his erection and wetness. All he had to do was move his eyes off of the tie and see his arousal.
"So, back to the previous topic."His dad said "Have you ever, you know, had sex with another guy?"
"Dad, is now really the time?"
"Why not, we're having a father and son bonding moment."
"But..."
"Come on, give me the details, who was it?"
"No one." Incineroar said "I'm still a virgin."
"So you've never had sex?" his father asked "You've never felt a tight hole close around your cock."
"Dad, please." Incineroar begged. His dripping had increased and the underwear began to tear more. If this kept up, the underwear would rip straight in half. Incineroar tried to think pure thought, but was interrupted when his father's hands brushed over his nipples again while adjusting the tie. This caused Incineroar to buck his hip backward, grinding his ass against his father's flaccid cock. Another small gasp escaped Incineroar's lips.
"Too tight?" His father asked. Incineroar knew he meant the tie, but he could have sword he saw his father glance toward his erection. "I always hate when it's too tight. It's always so restricting and makes it difficult to walk around." Incineroar slowly slid one of his hands toward his underwear to adjust them. "Hands up here." his father said as he grabbed his hands. "You need to stayed focused on tying this tie. Keep focused and it shouldn't be too hard. Remember, if it's too tight, allow yourself some releif."
His words were ironic because the relief Incineroar needed was out of reach. He tried to shift his stance, but that just massaged his cock, making him start to leak a steady stream onto the floor. The hip movement's also had an effect on his father's cock. It began to harden against Incineroar's ass. He had gave his father an erection with his ass. Fuck, was that hot. His underwear stretched even more as he was now harder than he had ever been in his life. Incineroar's cock was now clearly visible from how far it was stretching the underwear.
"You know, it's not that hard to get a guy." His father said, switching the conversation back to sex. "You can get easy hookups or meet great guys online. The hookups are fun. Especially gloryholes. The mystery is so fun. Just imsgine the cock of a stranger up against your ass as he hotdogs you through a small hole." It wasn't hard for Incineroar to imagine. That was basically what he was doing now, minus the mystery. His dad's words were so hot, Incineroar felt like he was going to cum soon. He needed to end this.
"Sounds great dad, but really we should-"
"I know, I should talk about what you like, not what I liked back then."
"You liked that?" Incineroar asked
"Oh sure." He said "I loved getting with younger men before I got married. Oh, by the way, your underwear is riding down." Incineroar felt his father's hands slide down his sides and to his ass. He then pulled his underwear up so that it was covering his ass again. "There we go."
"Too tight in front." Incineroared moaned. The tug on the underwear made it so that it was stretching to the limit. Several frayed string held the torn undergarments together in the front.
"Let me fix that." Incineroar's father said. He hooked his fingers into the fraying elastic bands of Incineroar's underwear and slowly moved his hands around his son's body. It was over. Incineroar's cock throbbed as his father's hands slowly stretched the last strands of the underwear and started to approach his son's arousal. The slow stretch of the fabric was almost sensual to the horny Incineroar. He lifted one of his legs against his father's side and prepared for the worst. "Wow, these underwear are pretty wet." His father observed just as he reached the precum soaked area. "It's almost as if."
"HOLY FUCK DAD!" Incineroar shouted as his father's fingers finally touched his fully erect cock. The young feline began to shhot his load into his father's hands, breaking the last few strings of the underwear. This left Incineroar completely naked as he rocketed back into his father from the powerful orgasm. Incineroar's dad toppled over backward as his son collapsed into him. Both men fell to the floor in a sweaty, mostly naked mess. Incineroar's father, with his mind still focused on the sex conversation, kept his fingers wrapped around his son's cock as he shot load after load.
Incineroar had never had anyone touch his cock before. Now that his father was, he was cumming harder than he ever had with his own hands. Incineroar shot load after precious load into his father's waiting hands as the younger feline experienced the longest and messiest orgasm in his life. The first shot that knocked the pair backward slipped through Incineroar's father's fingers and landed all over the mirror. The second shot fired as the two were falling and landed where the father's discarded clothing lay. By the third shot, Incineroar's father began to massage the tip of his son's cock. This encouraged the boy to shoot harder and splash his seed all over his groin and his father's hands. Load's 4, 5, and 6 all had the same effect as the third one. By the seventh shot, the father had subconsciously tugged his erection out of his jockstrap and began to angle his son's cum toward it. It felt smooth as it landed.
"OH FUCK DADDY." Incineroar moaned as he kept shooting "IT'S TOO MUCH, PLEASE." The father mistook this as a signal to keep stroking and rubbing the head. Incineroar began to scream and cry in pure ecstacy as he was over stimulated. He shot 10 loads, then 15, then 20 andd so on. It had been so long since Incineroar had last cum that he just kept unloading. He was still scream/moaning his father's name as his 30th load brought an end to his orgasmic high.
"That was intense." Incineroar's father said
"I- that-" Incineroar was at a loss for words.
"What is it, son?"
"My first time masturbation to someone else was you in the shower."
"With the hidden camera?"
"You knew it was there?" Incineroar asked
"Why did you think I gave you that show? I figured you were curious and wanted to give you something to remember."
"You've definitely given me planty to remember." Incineroar said
"Except for your first time." His dad said
"What?" Incineroar asked "What do you mean?"
"What I'm trying to say is that I want to teach you to be a man. I want to teach you to have sex."
"Oh." Incineroar blushed. Did his father mean what he thought he did?
"What do you say, son? Want your first round to be with your old man?"
"YES!" Incineroar nearly shouted. He hadn't realized how much he wanted this until now. "I mean, yes, dad. I would like to have sex with you."
"Good, now lie down on your bed."
"Like this?" Incineroar had gotten onto all fours and was raising his ass in the air.
"Get on your back."
"Ok." Incineroar flipped over onto his back and spread his legs wide, eagerly awaiting his father.
"Slow down, son. Sex is about enjoying yourself. You should take your time. Lesson 1, foreplay is good for getting in the mood." He leaned down to his son and kissed him on the lips. Incineroar kissed him back, slipping his tongue into his father's mouth. The two locked lips for several minutes before Incineroar's father drew back. He then placed his hands on his son's chest and slowly began to slide them around. Incineroar moaned as his father massaged his chest. Each gentle motion tickled Incineroar's skin and told him how experienced his father was. Incineroar's cock began to harden again.
Incineroar's father began to rub his son's nipples and pecs. This elicited even louder moans from Incineroar. "Lesson 2." His father said "Every man has sensitive spots. The common ones are the nipples, inner thighs, balls, cock, and ass." He then demonstrated by rubbing Incineroar's thighs, balls, cock, and prodding his ass. Incineroar let out a gasp from the pressure at his tailhole. His father massaged his finger back there for a little while, occasionally tapping the sweaty pucker. He pulled his fingers back and looked down at his exposed son. "Lesson 3, admire the view and compliment. Some guys are nervous or shy about their bodies. Tell them something positive to help calm their nerves."
"Like what?" Incineroar asked
"For example, I'll talk about you. You are one sexy stud of a man. These muscles of yours," he trailed a finger down his son's abs, "are exquisite. I bet they'd feel great against my back as you pound my hole."
"Dad, that's cheesy."
"Is it? Because your cock just throbbed. Do you like it when your daddy talks dirty? Because that's lesson 4. Dirty talk gets people going. You may have to dial it back for some guys, though. Alright, that's the basic foreplay stuff, now onto fucking. What do you do before fucking someone?"
"Lube up?"
"Yes, and?"
"Uh, get hard?"
"Wear a condom." Incineroar's dad said. "Safe sex is good to practice. Let me go get some stuff from my room." He turned to leave, but Incineroar stopped him.
"Wait, dad. There's some in here." Incineroar said shyly
"Where?"
"Dresser. Bottom drawer." Incineroar's father walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube, some condoms, and a dildo.
"So that's where this went." Incineroar's father said "I thoughth I lost this years ago."
"I uh, borrowed it." Incineroar confessed
"Steal anything else?"
"Maybe a few things."
"We'll talk about that later. Now, I'm going to show you how to put on a condom and use it." Incineroar's father walked over to him and stroked his son's cock a few times. He then opened a condom and placed it on his son's dick and poured some lube on top. He slowly spread the lube while pumping his son's cock.
"Dad, it feels so weird." Incineroar moaned
"Well, it's about to feel better in just a moment." Incineroar's father took some lube and started to rub his own ass.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"Showing you what it's like to fuck a tight hole." He raised his ass over Incineroar's cock and slowly moved downward. He prodded his hole with his son's cock, but stopped there. "Well, you gonna take control?"
"You want me to do something?" Incineroar asked
"I want you to push my hips down onto your cock. Start slowly at first and then speed up when you get used to it. Don't worry about me either. My ass can handle a pounding." Incineroar reached his hands up to his father's legs and pushed them down. He felt his cock enter his father and both let out a moan. "That's it son, just like that. Nice and easy."
Incineroar slowly slid his father down his shaft until he felt ass touch his pelvis. He had fully hilted his father. Incineroar felt his father slowly slide back up the shaft, creating good stimulation as Incineroar's cock slid back out. Incineroar pushed his father back down and once again, he slid back up. This prorcess repeated until Incineroar was furiously thrusting his father down and his dick up. He felt close to orgasm but his father stopped moving. "Another lesson. Some guys want you to finish fast, some want you to finish slow. Here's a challenge to make it more interesting. I poked a hole in your condom. This is generally bad since it allows your partner's ass to get filled, but in this case, your partner likes cum in his ass. Here's the rules. I'll keep on pushing up and you'll keep on pushing down. If you can keep pushing me onto your ass for long enough, you'll cum. If I managed to get off of your dick, I get to fuck you and make you prostate orgasm."
"Okay, dad." Incineroar said "I got this."
"I wouldn't be so sure." His father said
"Oh really? Well, you were the one that climbed onto my dick by yourself."
"Let's begin, shall we?" Incineroar's father said. He started to move his hips off of Incineroar's cock with much more force than before. The younger feline hardly had any time to catch his dad's hips and drag him back down. His father shot into the air again and was brought back down. The quick thrusting brought Incineroar closer and closer to the edge. He just needed a few more thrusts to cum. Three more. Two more. One more.
Incineroar was about to pull his father back down when his father grabbed his hands and stopped him. He then pulled himself off of the dick with an audible pop and Incineroar was left there with his cock throbbing in the air. He tried to reach his hands down there to cum, but his father stopped him. "Please." Incineroar begged "I'm so close."
"I won and I get to decide when you cum."
"But you cheated." Incineroar said as he struggled
"Never said I can't grab your hands."
"But-"
"Hush now, boy. It's time for some fun. Lesson 5, edging makes your partner cum more. Incineroar's father began to stroke his son's cock, but stopped when he sensed an orgasm approaching. He let his son's cock twitch in the air for several seconds before starting again. He repeated this process several times.
"Please dad, let me cum." Incineroar half moaned, half begged.
"You're not sincere enough."
"Please. Please, please, please, please, please, please!"
"Better, but not enough."
"I'll do anything." Incineroar said. He was desperate now. He felt like he was going to go insane from the toeture.
"Anything?" His father asked
"Anything." Incineroar whined
"Laundry for the whole month."
"Ok." Incineroar said
"And you have to say a few things."
"Anything." Incineroar said again
"You now have to call me daddy every time you address me, even when your brother or your friends are around. If not, I will spank you. Also you have to call yourself a slut. Say you're a butt slut who craves his father's cock."
"Yes, dad." Incineroar's dad brought a hand back and slammed it hard on his son's ass. "I mean, yes daddy."
"I want you to shout it. I want the neighbors to know you love cock and your daddy."
"YES DADDY." Incineroar yelled "MAKE ME CUM. I'M YOUR DIRTY BUTT SLUT. I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME GOOD. I WANT YOU TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME AND LEAVE MY ASS GAPING, MAKE ME YOUR DIRTY LITTLE FAGGOT."
"Much better. What do you want me to do with your cum, son?"
"LET IT OUT."
"What else?"
"USE IT TO FUCK ME. USE IT AS LUBE."
"As you wish, my love." Incineroar's father stuck his cock back into his jockstrap that he was still wearing and leaned his head down to his son's cock. "Lesson 6, blowjobs are heavenly." Incineroar didn't disagree as his father's mouth wrapped around his cock. He quickly worked his tongue back and forth, pleasing his son. He reached to the side to grab a condom for himself.
"N- no co- cond- doms." Incineroar moaned "I w- want you t- to- ah fuck- fuck my ass b- bare." Incineroar's father liked the sound of that. He quickened his pace on his son's rod and Incineroar was ready to blow. "Ah, dad, here it comes." His ass was slapped hard by his dad. "I mean daddy. I'm cumming daddy. I'm cumming for you."
Incineroar's father took his son's cock out of his mouth and quickly positioned himself so that his son's cock was sticking inside of his tight, waterproof jockstrap. The jockstrap was almost as tight as his father's hole, but that didn't matter to Incineroar. All that mattered was that he was going to cum and that he was going to do it all over his father's cock. Incineroar felt the older male's member brush up against his own and this made him cum hard. He shot load after load into his father's jockstrap, slickening up both rods.
After Incineroar had finished cumming, his father took off his jockstrap to reveal his cum covered cock. "You ready for daddy boy?" Incineroar nodded his head. "Guess again. I could take you cause I play with my ass often enough. I'm much bigger than you so you are gonna need to loosen up."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Sit up. I'm going to finger you. Try not to clench when I'm putting my fingers in."
"GAh!" Incineroar shouted as one of his father's finger's entered him. Incineroar had tried to use a dildo before, but could never get it in without it hurting too much. "Dad, it hurts."
"I know babe." His father said. He didn't slap his son's ass for not calling him daddy. He just massaged his son's ass with his other hand. "Is there anything you want me to do while getting you ready?"
"Can you kiss me again?" Incineroar asked
"Sure thing." Incineroar's father leaned into his son and kissed him softly on the lips. He also stuck a second finger in his son's ass, making Incineroar moan into the kiss. "You're doing great, son. Three fingers should be all you need."
"Wait, before you start that could you- uh..."
"Yes?"
"Could you maybe... talk dirty?"
"You want some pillow talk?"
"Yeah." Incineroar rubbed the back of his head. His father thought his son was so adorable like this.
"Anything for you, my prince."
"I'm not a prince." Incineroar said, not realizing the roleplay had started.
"Sure you are." His father said "And as such, you get the royal treatment." He slowly began to trail kisses down his son's face and neck. He also rested his cock on top of his son's hips and began to frot with him. Incineroar moaned in bliss, forgetting the fingers in the ass. "Is it to your liking, my king. Your servant is here for whatever you wish. I'm your dirty little daddy slut. My body is your to do with as you please." He stuck the third finger in his son's ass.
"Ah, daddy, please, fuck me already. I can't wait any longer."
"You can't wait?" His father asked "Or what. Will you come over here and ride my cock? Let's see if this calms you down." Incineroar's father reached around his son's ass until he found his prostate. He could tell because his son had visibly jerked in place. He methodically started to tap his son's magic button, making the younger cat go wild. He kept thrusting upward, erection bobbing in the air.
"Holy fuck, dad. How are you doing that?"
"Your prostate." He replied "Just hitting the old button." Incineroar lurched forward as his dad started tapping with two fingers.
"I'm going to cum soon like this." Incineroar panted
"How about I give you something other than an orgasm." His father said. He lifted his free hand and pressed down hard on Incineroar's gut. The effect was immediate as his son started to moan out that he was about to cum.
"Ah, dad. i- I'm cumming again for you. It's all for you. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, cumming, cum, cu-ahhh." A golden stream shot out of Incineroar and started splashing on him. Was he pissing himself? He was pissing himself. And in front of his dad. Incineroar was held down by his father, making it so that the stream of piss landed on Incineroar's chest. "Oh, fuck. I'm so sorry. I-"
"Shh. It's alright son, I'm made you piss yourself. Felt good, huh?"
"Yes, it feels like a continuous orgasm." Incineroar said as the yellow stream died down. He gasped as he felt his father's fingers pull out of his ass. His father pushed him flat against the bed once more and rested his cum dripping cock over Incineroar 's hole
"Ready, son? Incineroar visibly gulped. His dad was a fucking beast. His cock was at least several inches longer than his and maybe a little wider too.
"D- do it dad. Fuck me."
"As you wish." his father said. Heslowly spread his son's cheeks and lined up his cock. Incineroar felt it press against his loosened hole and start to slide in. Even though it was slow, Incineroar nearly let out a scream from the pain. His father had not said it would hurt this much. "Do you need me to stop?"
"No." Incineroar said. He did want to stop, but he also wanted this. He had to learn at some point and now was good enough. He also secretly wanted his father's cum to remain lodged in his ass for several days too. He wasn't going to tell him this because it was too embarassing, but maybe he could borrow a butt plug.
Incineroar let out a moan as his father's cock fully entered him and hit his prostate. "Lesson number whatever," His father said, "Make sure your beautiful stud of a bottom is always comfortable. And that he's always happy, and..." His father started crying now.
"What's wrong dad?"
"You're all grown up now. Soon, you'll be leaving."
"I'll always come back to visit."
"I know, but- I just want you to stay here. I- I love you, son."
"I love you too dad." Incineroar said. His father gave him a proud look and Incineroar decided to take his fucking into his own hands. Or rather, feet. He reached his foot down off of his father's shoulder and rested it on a nipple. If he was sensitive there, his father might be too.
"Oh son, I love you." Incineroar's father moaned as the foot began to play with his nipple. He was really sensitive there. When he had gotten married, his wife loved to make him orgasm from just nipple play. It was one of the reasons he never wore a shirt to the gym. It would always stimulate his nipples. He had done that one time and came while bench pressing some weights. What's embarassing was that his best friend had been spotting him and saw his load fill his shorts. He never lived that down.
"Tell me how much you love me." Incineroar said
"I love you s- so much my s- son." Incineroar's father moaned as his nipple was rubbed. "Never can stop loving you. I love you son, I love you. That's why I got to fuck you before I cum." He grabbed his son's other leg and lifted it to the side. Incineroar realized that his father now had better access to his hole. He bagan to thrust harder into his son. It would have hurt, but his father's cock kept hitting his prostate. Incineroar moaned like a bitch in heat, but kept rubbing his father's nipple. He would make his father cum.
His father sensed that his son was in no pain from all the moans he made. He thrusted harder and harder until he was full on fucking his son's ass into oblivion. His cock would pull back almost all the way out and slam back inside. Incineroar's father thought about how easy his son's cum had made this fucking. He looked down at his soaked cock. His son's cum still covered it. He began to feel really hot from just thinking about it. His son had wanted him to fuck his ass. He gave him his cum so he didn't have to get cold from lube. His son must really love him to do this with him.
"Oh, daddy. Please fill me with your cum."
"What?' Incineroar's father asked
"I need your seed. I've been craving it for years. Give it to me now, papa." His father liked that. His son had been craving sex with him for who knows how long. Did that mean he had started wearing all that tight and skimpy clothing around the house for him? He had put on a show for his father's benefit. He had worn those clothes, know full well that his father would masturbate to him in those clothes later that night. He knew that when he slept naked in bed with an erection that his father would check to make sure he was asleep. His son really did love him.
It was too much for him. Had his son also wore that skinny underwear that broke just so his father could make him cum? Had he got caught with porn on purpose? Incineroar's father imagianed his young son looking at father son porn just to please him. Was this wrong, fucking his own son who loved him so much.
"I'm going to cum." Incineroar's father said "Son, I'm going to pull out."\
"No you're not." Incineroar said. He wrapped his legs around his father's waist and began to thrust him toward his ass, making it so that Incineroar was making his father thrust into him. The realization of this dawned on Incineroar's father and he came. He came harder than ever. Harder than his first time. Harder than when he had knocked up his wife with their two sons. He just unladed into his son's ass and didn't stop. He just laid down on top of his son as his cock told him that this was going to be a while. When was the last time he had cum? It must have been a month. Now his month long seed was pouring into his son. "That's it, give me your baby batter, dad."
Incineroar's dad complied and continued to empty his sack into his son. He started to notice his son's belly bulging from his cum and started to pull out. His son's legs pushed him back down. It was almost a mockery of the game they had played earlier while he was riding Incineroar's cock. The objective now was for him to get his cock out. "I want every last drop." Incineroar said. His father pleaded for him to stop thrusting him down into his ass. It was over stimulating his cock to the point that it hurt and he was getting hard again.
"How about we go to the shower?" Incineroar's father suggested as he finally stopped cummin into his son.
"Agreed." Incineroar said. His father grabbed his son by the back and lifted him up with his cock still in his ass. His son rested his head against his shoulder as he carried him to the bathroom. Incineroar's father stepped into the shower and was about to turn the water on when he noticed his son's cock was throbbing against his chest.
"We need to take care of this." Incineroar's father said as he grabbed his son's cock with one hand."
"You don't have to, dad." His ass was slapped hard.
"I told you to call me daddy." his father said. He tried slapping his son's ass again and found that when he did, it pressed his cock against his son's prostate. "I think it's payback time for every time you teased me, son."
"What do yo- ah!" Incineroar's ass was slapped again. His father moved both hands to his son's ass and alternated which one spanked him.
"This is for wearing that skimpy speedo that one day. And this is for losing it in our backyard pool. This is for having and erection that day. And pointing your ass toward me. This is for watching porn without permission. And this is for wearing your brother's underwear. This is for taking my toys and this is for being so damn hot.
Slap, slap, slap went Incineroar's poor ass. His father kept spanking his huge ass over and over again, never letting up. He had called him out for everything. The shower, the pool, the clothes, the time he had replaced his father's lube bottle with whipped cream. His father then accused him for all the times he had masturbated because of him. In the shower, in his room, into Incineroar's dirty underwear. That explained a few things. He also told his son that he sometimes stood outside his son's door and masturbated to his son looking at porn. He also said he masturbated early morning around when Incineroar got up so he could be caught by his son.
Soon, the spankings and the pressure were too much for Incineroar and he came onto his father's chest. There wasn't much cum left in him, but Incineroar kept on orgasming, even after he ran out of seed. His father made sure to overstimulate him by stroking his cock. Eventually, Incineroar stopped dry orasming and the two took a long shower. Incineroar convinced his father to leave his cock in his ass for the rest of the night. Once cleaned, Incineroar's father carried him to his bedroom and laid down on top of him. His father's sheets smelled like him and Incineroar got a big whiff. His father chuckled at him and told him to get some sleep.
Incineroar did not get sleep. His father did, but not him. Soon after his father fell asleep, he bagan to hump Incineroar's ass from some wet dream. Incineroar tried to be as quiet as he could so his father wouldn't wake up. "Oh, Torracat." his father moaned. Was he dreaming about Incineroar's brother? Incineroar imagianed his little brother there, finding them like this. He imagianed his brother coming over and helping his father stuff his hole. Incineroar took his tail and plunged it into his own wet ass along with his father's cock. He pushed it in and out, imagianing his brother there. Soon, the stimulation to his ass was too much and Incineroar dry orgasmed again. This however did not stop his father from dream humping him. His father came at least three times in his son's ass within the first hour. By midnight, Incineroar's father was also dry orgasming. He still kept humping his son, making it so that it was impossible for Incineroar to sleep. Orgasm after orgasm kept him awake. It was too much and he just lay there in a constant state of dry orasm as his father kept abusing hiss poor hole. Sunrise was far off but Incineroar couldn't help but moan until then. He felt his father's grip on him tighten as he came dry into his son again. He kept fucking him hard. Was he getting to an intense part of the dream? It didn't matter anymore. His father was nailing him so hard that he kept dry cumming every minute. His father had fucked him so hard that he actually started leaking precum again. His body had just produced more cum for his father to fuck out of him. Incineroar could just moan and watch as his father started to once more milk seed from his body, making his son coat their bodies with his spunk until he awoke.