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Keepin’ it in the Family

Manfred—Freddy for short—was a young man that spent his life in the shadow of his uncle’s side of the family. Meek, shy, unassuming, and more of an indoors type. “I’m more of a type B kind of fellow,” he would answer whenever someone asked him what kind of person he was. Meanwhile, Daniel Crawford and his son, Alex, were the exact opposite. Tall, strong, and always willing to get down and sweaty in an activity. They often dominated every family gathering and gleefully hogged the spotlight shined on them.

“Did you know Alex got a football scholarship… Daniel bought a second house… oh my gawd, li’l Danny got so buff last year, can’t believe he used to be my younger bro…!” On and on Freddy would hear until he got sick of it.

“Why dontcha join a team or somethin’, squirt?” his cousin Alex teased him while roughly messing up his hair. Although Freddy couldn’t deny his cousin was annoying and far too energetic, he couldn’t bring himself to hate him. There was always an authenticity behind his invites to play football with his friends. He was brutish but kind. That was all.

Freddy’s uncle Daniel was a different story.

On a certain day during a family gathering, Daniel concerned Freddy in a hallway. “Perhaps if you applied yourself more," he once told Freddy, the disdain clear in his voice, "you'd get as far as my boy does in life." The rest of the family was just a few rooms away, but their cheerful voices were worlds away. “But until you do that, I want you to stop spending any time with Alex. Honestly don’t know why he wastes his precious youth on someone like you.”

Freddy didn't respond but nodded while glaring defiantly at the floor. He jumped back as his uncle grabbed him by the throat and forcefully tilted his head upwards. Freddy let out a sharp hiss of pain but prevented himself from screaming.

With a low voice, his uncle Daniel said, “Look at me while I’m speaking, you little shit. Don’t want your mediocrity holding my golden son back. Stay away from him or else.” He punctuated his last words by shoving Freddy to the wall. “Can’t believe you and your father are related to us. Well, guess we know who got the better genes in the family.”

Freddy glared at him as he walked away. It was painful, but he could endure. As long as he lived, he would not let this abuse break him. The day would come when he would prove him wrong.

However, it all came to a head about a week ago, when Freddy announced his plans for a graduation party. Most of the replies in the texts he sent out for his family were some variation of, “Oh, I’m sorry Freddy, but your uncle Danny is planning to celebrate his promotion at work that day. Perhaps you can reschedule.” As always, Freddy remained overshadowed.

“Bastards,” Freddy’s father, a rotund and balding man by the name of Benny, exclaimed as he saw the texts. “Can’t even spare a day for you. It’s always those two pricks.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Freddy muttered, glaring down at the texts on his phone. How often had his family ignored him in favor of those two? How often did his uncle mistreat him to guarantee that his ‘golden child’ Alex would remain as successful as he was? The questions kept echoing in his mind until, finally, he decided to cut this cycle.

“If you want,” his father tried again, “we can spend that weekend just the two of us, son. We can travel and celebrate our way."

“It’s all right, dad. I know exactly what I’m gonna do,” said Freddy as he marched off to his room. He would have to draw up the runes and memorize the incantations before long. By being efficient, he would have the spell all set by dawn’s early light.

However, his father stopped him by placing a firm hand on his shoulder—a rarity. “Hold on son," Benny said in a tender voice. "I understand what you're going through, believe me, I know. I was never the golden child of the family either. Danny made sure of that." There was disdain in Benny's voice that Freddy had never heard from before, but he had little time to dwell on it as his father continued. "But, to me, you'll always be the golden child, Freddy. I just want you to know that." Then, Benny pulled his son in for a hug.

Freddy eagerly returned in, shoving his thoughts of revenge to the back of his mind for the moment. Now, he just wanted to spend time with his father. Dusk came and went, and the two bid each other good night as they settled into their rooms on different floors. With nothing to interrupt Freddy, he set off to work.

It began when he found a book of occult rituals and spells in his father's study. Never had Benny spoken about this to Freddy, and Freddy lacked the courage to confront his father about it. Instead, he took photos of the various pages of spells and tried them out for himself—another reason why he did not want his father to know that he knew. By doing this magic in secret, Freddy could indulge in his fantasies that were now just a spell away. Coaches, classmates, and neighbors all fell to his charms and rituals; fulfilling deviant actions according to his whims.

My father can never know, Freddy thought bitterly to himself as he drew the sigils on his rug with chalk, he’ll never know so he’ll always be proud of me, his pure and hard-working son.

Tonight would be the first time Freddy would attempt the possession spell as well as the first time he broke a rule he had set for himself when he first began to use magic: never involve a family member. Now, he read through the procedure on his phone and prepared to sink into an even deeper level of deviancy. A bit of the text at the bottom of the page was faded, but the instructions were all written out. It’s most likely flavor text, Freddy thought.

This spell would allow the invoker to project his soul towards an unassuming target. From then on, a battle of wills would begin, and the dominant soul would take over the body. The invoker is not guaranteed to be successful. Caution must be exercised, and a strong will is heavily recommended.

It was a frightening thought, but Freddy did not allow that to slow him down. His hands trembled with excitement and his heart raced with pure adrenaline as he pictured his uncle’s sexy yet punchable face.

In the heat of the moment, Freddy cast the spell alongside the rising sun. Once those accursed words left his lips, a sharp and painful sensation spread throughout his body. It was as if his soul was being stretched and twisted, like a rubber band. However, he just gritted his teeth and endured it as he always did. The suffering of a spell or his uncle’s harassment was all the same—nothing he couldn’t handle. However, when the pain continued to grow in magnitude, Freddy was afraid this spell was going to rip his soul in half.

Then came the release—the catharsis. The spell catapulted Freddy’s soul at a speed rivaling that of a bullet train’s. Freddy screamed both in terror and sheer jubilation as his soul traveled through the dawn-dyed sky. Everything, even the sun, was a blurry mess until he arrived at his uncle’s expensive house, where he finally stopped. He was back in control.

Slowly, Freddy glided through the halls of a home that alienated him for most of his life. While searching for his uncle’s room, he stumbled upon his cousin Alex sleeping on top of the covers, clad in just a pair of boxer briefs. Though Freddy intended to keep moving, he remained still and watched his cousin’s chest slowly rise and fall as he slept peacefully.

“You deserve a better father,” Freddy whispered, caressing his cousin’s cheek with his ghostly hand. His voice and touch were nothing more than a chilly breeze on Alex’s bare skin. When Freddy noticed the goosebumps that spread down his cousin’s arms, he drew back and excused himself from the room. His target still needed to be punished.

A few hallways later, Freddy found himself floating above his uncle. Daniel, just like his son, slept above his covers and nearly in the nude to deal with the brutal summer heat. Even so, beads of sweat still glistened in his half-naked, furry body. His breathing was just as peaceful and gentle as Alex's as it passed through his heart-shaped lips. "If only you were as kind as you look while sleeping," Freddy said as he glared down at Daniel. Hatred and lust pushed him forward, and he gleefully enacted his plan.

Having spent quite a long time manipulating the wills of men, Freddy knew that the best way to overwhelm them was to do so post-coitus. “You’ll be my ticket to happiness,” he whispered to his uncle, “you piece of shit asshole.” He began by running his tongue down his uncle’s bare chest, giving the nipple a lick.

The effect was immediate. Daniel’s eyes shot open as he shivered at the paranormal touch. He looked around, perplexed. “What the fuck?” he said.

Freddy snickered at his uncle’s confusion. He pushed his uncle back onto the bed, one hand twirling and playing with his nipples while another teased the bulge hidden by the briefs. “W-Woah, oh shit!” said Daniel, trying to kick his invisible assaulter away to no avail. When the sensation didn’t stop, Daniel attempted to rise only for Freddy to roughly shove him back onto the bed again.

“I’m not done with you!” Freddy roared to his uncle’s terror. The rush of power was intoxicating, and Freddy greedily drank in every pathetic whimper and moan from his uncle. He pulled his underwear off, revealing his uncle’s large hard-on, and threw it to the side. “God, you’re thick,” Freddy moaned as he took his uncle’s cock in his hand. “C’mon, cum for me, old man,” he said as his lips played with the pecs. He continued to mercilessly play with his uncle, humping his body to elicit more of his moans.

“N-No—aahh, mmm! Pl-Please stoooAAAAHH—stop!” said Daniel as he felt his core tighten. Freddy noticed it too and quickly released his uncle from his sexual grasp. “AH! Oh fuck, I’m—ngh!” said Daniel as his abused dick begged for release.

“Not yet, that's gonna be my climax, uncle," Freddy said. To reward his uncle was far more than what the bastard deserved. Instead, Freddy would steal his climax, his body, and his dignity. “You’re mine!” he said, caution be damned as he dove into his uncle’s body.

“F-Fred—OOF!” The sheer force of Freddy’s dive caused his uncle to bounce on the mattress. “Oh FUCK!” Daniel cried out as he felt impossibly full. Two souls occupied the same space, and much like the shifting plates of the ever-changing earth, stress was born of this conflict. Daniel gritted his teeth, even more sweat coating his convulsing body as he attempted to hold onto his consciousness. However, Freddy’s essence continued to spread.

The possession spell operated on a similar concept as ink falling upon a cup of pure water. Slowly, the water would darken as it took on the shade of the ink until it was almost completely indistinguishable from the original ink that tinted—or tainted—it.

Just as the ink colored the water, so too did Freddy’s soul spill and tint his uncle’s very essence—mind, body, and spirit. Daniel, of course, continued to push his nephew’s soul out of him. He kicked at his bed and gripped his sheets so tightly his veins were visible in his arms. Until the very last second, he tried to will his body back under his control. However, he eventually collapsed onto his bed, eyes rolling into the back of his head, and blacked out. His body convulsed for a few more minutes as it took on the last remains of Freddy's essence, before finally quieting down.

Freddy opened his new eyes and immediately put his attention back on his uncle's dick. "Oh god, uncle, you're so sensitive!" he said as he continued stroking himself. “I-I’m CUMMING!” he bellowed as he shot load after load in his new form, seeing white as he fell back onto the sweat-covered sheets. “Oh my god, Danny-boy, I can’t wait to wreck you today.” Freddy would seize the day, and by nightfall, he would make his uncle a shame upon his family.

A few hallways away, Alex had his own visitor.

“S-Stop, uncle!” Alex screamed as the much larger soul of Benny finished entering his younger body. “Y-You can’t—AH! AAAHHH!” He whimpered and moaned just as his father did before collapsing into a mess of convulsing limbs.

Alex blacked out, and his uncle Benny awoke. “God, that felt good,” he said, stretching his new, muscular body. It was pleasurably sore after the workout he gave his unwilling nephew. “Ya got a good lookin’ bod, kid,” he said, grinning as he rubbed his hands down his new form. “But it’s my turn to be the golden child, if only for a day,” he finished, excited to have his hole filled in a day filled with debauchery.

Unbeknownst to father and son, there was more to the spell lost as the ink faded from the page. It read as follows:

Just as the water becomes nearly inseparable from the ink, the souls also become unable to be torn apart. There is no hope for the water to become pure and no hope for the ink to be whole. They are bound together for eternity, as are the souls tainted by the invoker. The invoker’s body will perish upon the spell’s completion, and the invoker will remain in their new body until the possession spell is used again, thus killing the old target.

Vacation Part 3

I approached with Hugh first, putting on a needy face as I clung to my uncle’s body like a dramatic heroine from some soap drama. “Oh, James, I’ve wanted you for so long,” I said in a voice just barely above a whisper. “I’m so glad we’re here, now. Together.”

“And me too,” I chuckled with Ryota’s voice. As I laughed, I couldn’t help but admire the way his pectorals shook just the tiniest bit—my chest rising and falling. Not just that, but I loved the way that I shook Hugh’s body with that dramatic performance. It was like some kinda roleplay, but much more intimate.

“Th-This is all so sudden,” my uncle said, stammering as he looked between me and...me? “It’s a lot to process, and… my head...” Had my possession left him with some kinda headache or amnesia? It’s convenient as hell since he didn’t recall me thrusting into his body like some spiritual top, but it wasn’t as though I was forcing him to do something he didn’t wanna do. The attraction to Ryota and Hugh wasn’t just me. No, there was something else that bubbled right beneath the surface. Even now, he didn’t draw away from Hugh’s touch, even as I trailed my fingers up and down his chest.

“Did you not like what we did?” I asked with Hugh, pressing myself closer to my uncle. “It… It was my first time. y’know, doin’ it with men. Never thought I’d...” I paused, taking a deep breath as the fluttering sensation in my chest—Hugh’s chest—nearly overwhelmed me. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t stop myself from shivering. Wasn’t out of fright, or anything shitty. “Never thought I’d feel so free, ‘n’ happy to fall’n love.”

Before my uncle could respond, I had Ryota say, “The young one can’t help being cheesy, huh?” with a small laugh. “But, I guess I can kinda feel that. It was romantic. The two of you are fun to spend time with, in bed or out.”

“I-I… the three of us? We really…?”

“Yep! I was surprised, too. Didn’t really expect us to go ahead and, uh, share. But, like you said,” I grinned with Ryota, “you got two holes, so you had plenty to keep us busy with. Hehehe...”

“I-Is that so…?” said my uncle James. His brow was furrowed in confusion, but I was certain that the “memories” of what I had done in this vacation would slowly flow back onto him, and they tended to do after some time. “Oh, damn, we really did, huh…?” he said as he licked his lips and reached for his bare ass. No doubt he was tasting the salty remains and feeling the dry cum. “God, doing this in a public gym sauna. We really are a buncha horn-dogs and perverts.” He let out a familiar, hearty chuckle. “Well, since we’re already here, and already filthy...”

God, even after getting spit-roasted like that, my uncle was still ready to pound and be pounded. He was already hard again and looked eager to dive right into it again.

“You serviced us pretty well last time,” I said through Ryota, “so it’s only fair I give you a nice little bj.”

“Oh, but then my hole’s gonna be all lonesome,” James said, glancing over at me from Hugh with a crooked smile.

“Then I can handle that,” I said through Hugh. “M’member’s pretty nice and curves just right, James. I’ll make ya cum buckets.”

“It’ll be like the old days when we 69’d each other,” I made Ryota say. Thinking back to his college days, I saw plenty of casual sex and some sweet pillow talks between him and my uncle. The sex wasn’t surprising, but the words exchanged during those days as well.

“We’re fully-grown men,” my uncle had told Ryota during one of those loud, sensual, and passionate nights. “We deserve to be free, we have that right. And, because of that, we have the right to be in love with whoever we want. Being in love is nothing to be ashamed of...” To say that at a point where love like that was met with stigma, and even now, was impressive. Ryota believes that for sure.

So that’s why Ryota and Hugh loved my uncle so much. Taught the two of them not just the freedom to embrace themselves, but the freedom to follow where their heart pointed to. I didn’t realize at the time, but what was most likely happening was that I was ‘picking up’ more of their thoughts due to having my own consciousness split in two.

"But this time," I had Ryota say, "I want to have a nice dinner and go on dates. Lots of cheesy, ridiculous, nice dates. None of that ‘friends with benefits’ crap. I’m tired of that.”

“Me too!” Hugh yelled. “Don’t think you two’re gonna leave me behind like that. If you’re gettin’ into a relationship, then I want in.”

“Seriously? You two are such a bother,” said my uncle, sighing. “We’ll discuss this for sure, but later. Cause right now I got a raging hard-on that needs taking care of.”

Ryota smiled, without even my influence. “Of course,” I said, walking over to himself and taking my uncle’s hard dick in my borrowed mouth. The fact that I was returning the favor really got me feeling hot and spicy. Besides, there was plenty of time for me to fuck myself on my uncle’s thick meat.

“Get into position, James,” I had Hugh say, just barely managing to keep the laughs of relief from bubbling out. I still couldn't believe that he had agreed to go through with this, and from what I could tell from the scraps of emotions that flowed into me from Hugh, he was also shocked but relieved. “I wanna wreck that thick ass you got there. Been taunting me ever since the day we met.”

At that point, my uncle chuckled and said, “Ya sure got some guts when just a sec ago you were looking ready to cry if you got rejected.” With that said, he leaned in and gave Hugh a long and passionate kiss, playing with his tongue the whole time. “If you're serious about this, and you're serious about Hugh and me, then prove it to me. Both of you, prove it to me." Never had I seen my uncle be so serious before in my life.

Throughout my life, I had just seen uncle James as a man that enjoyed spending his weekends indulging in sex and one-night stands while being near-nude throughout the days. Whenever I stayed over with him, just to get away from my caring helicopter parents for a few days, I would occasionally catch him wandering around with just his undies on before he ducked back in his room to put on a shirt and some pants. On some rarer occasions, I would even see him bringing a guy home and kick him out come morning.

Had he been waiting for something like this? Was he excited? No longer being inside of his mind, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. However, we were still family, and I still believe that he was searching for a permanent happiness.

As Ryota, I said, “Can’t believe I’m getting two someones to grow up with.”

“You really want this to be that permanent?” said James, unable to hide the hope in his voice.

“Yes,” I said with both voices and both hearts.

We cemented our love in that sauna. Once more, the three of us had our way with my uncle in the middle of our sandwich. “F-Fuck!” My uncle cried out, pleasured from both ends by Hugh and Ryota. “God, I love the two of ya. Nngg!”

“M-Me too,” I said as Hugh while Ryota played with my uncle’s chest. “I want you to stay with me forever, too!" I couldn't help allow the feelings of my bodies to burst out like a dam. “Both of us.”

After the session, the three of us finally left the sauna before we collapsed. Any longer and I was certain we would have died. Thankfully, the cool spray of the gym’s shower was enough to reinvigorate us. Hugh happily sighed while Ryota bemoaned the colder temperature, but I was frankly sick of anything even resembling the sauna.

However, I knew that these few moments alone were all I would have. When the three of us emerged from the shower, I’d be stuck with him the whole time. This time I had in the shower, all three of them isolated, I could make my escape.

With little time to delay, I made my way out of their bodies. Hugh covered his mouth, as though he was about to vomit, as I slipped out of his chest. “Hrgh! Nngh, aahhh…!” he said, slipping down the wall, convulsing the whole way. Eventually, he let out a moan as I fully emerged from his body.

In the stall right next to him Ryota was undergoing the same thing. Unlike Hugh, he simply collapsed onto the stall’s floor as exited out of his back. What took me by surprise was how he humped the floor, even jacking his dick a few times, as I escaped his body. When I finally fully emerged, Ryota let out a low moan as I felt the traces of a climax as my two halves formed again.

I left a dizzy Hugh and a pleasured yet perplexed Ryota as they regained consciousness. It’d be better if the three of them had a heart to heart without me interfering too much. Besides, with this new trick, I had a great idea on how to end my vacation. My roommates weren’t gonna travel and now that I could mess around with two bodies at once, I had a great way to let out some small grievances I had with the those lovable but still messy guys.

Epilogue

On Christmas, I went over to my uncle’s place to stop by. “Hey, Uncle James!” I called out as I used a key to come inside.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Hugh and Ryota chatting away as they set up the table for dinner. “Oh, uh… hello?” Hugh said, looking sheepish as he saw me.

“You must be James’ nephew,” Ryota said, staying cool as always.

“Uh, hey?” I said, feigning ignorance as best I could. “Did my uncle invite you here?”

“Well, we’re having one last big dinner before we move out,” Hugh said before quickly shutting his mouth.

I raised an eyebrow. “Moving out? My uncle didn’t say anything about… wait, hold on. ‘We?’”

Ryota sighed, rolling his eyes. “Figured you couldn’t keep your mouth shut,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you, young man. My name is Ryota.” He nodded at me and offered me his hand.

“Nathan,” I said, shaking his head. “And, this one is…?”

“Name’s Hugh, kid,” he said, grinning at me with a boyish energy. I see during the few months I hadn’t checked up on my uncle his friends remained the same. “And, um, ‘bout your uncle and us...”

Ryota let out a cough, cutting Hugh off completely. Ignoring the glare he got, he continued speaking to me in a slow, soft voice. “Listen, Nathan, your uncle James and us are in a… relationship.”

“Coulda just said we’re friends and shit,” Hugh muttered.

“I’m not lying to one of James’ family,” Ryota argued. “And, he’s right. Your uncle didn’t tell you yet because something like this isn’t seen as right by society.”

“It’s fine,” I said, suppressing the smirk inside. “If my uncle’s happy, I’m not gonna be angry or anything. As long as you don’t break his heart or anything.”

My uncle arrived a while later, surprised at my sudden appearance. Though initially sheepish the whole time as he tried to explain his ‘friends’ being here, he grew more and more comfortable as the evening wore on. The three happily invited me to stay for dinner, and I happily indulged in seeing my uncle’s newfound happiness.

Wrestling With Some Feelings

Wrestling with some Feelings

“Wh-What are you doing…?" Ahmed moaned as a trail of slime slid into his singlet. Just the very touch caused his body to react with an eruption of pleasurable waves. He collapsed onto the locker room floor, slowly humping the floor to get any sort of friction on his hardening dick. "Haa… aahhhh...haaa…! This isn't… right." Ahmed bit down on his lip before letting down another desperate moan. So caught up in this invasive bliss that he didn't even care when the slimy creature squeezed itself into his leaking cock. Instead, he welcomed it. Thoughts of championships and the thrill of victory soon vanished beneath a blanket of ecstasy. "Ah! Ahhh! H-Holy fuck, I'm—!"

Ahmed wasn't able to finish as his body yielded to the enigmatic invader. His vision swam and he felt dizzy until he collapsed on a puddle of his precum. Ahmed's body convulsed on the ground, unable to even call for help, until he suddenly became rigid, back arched as if mid-orgasm. Then, he relaxed. Slowly, he rose from the ground and took a peek inside his wrestling singlet. "Damn kid, you got a sweet-ass body," he said, stretching his body and letting out a satisfying grunt as something popped. His more reserved personality and mannerisms were completely gone, as though it was someone else entirely. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna stay here forever. Just long enough to throw that match with Clay tonight. Can’t let my son lose that scholarship. You understand, right?” Adjusting his singlet again, the man in possession of Ahmed, Jerry, let out a sensual groan. “Ohhh, and maybe take advantage of this little body for a while. Not every day an old fart like me can be a young and sexy college stud for a few hours."

There was still time until the match, and considering how it would just be throwing the match to Clay, it wouldn’t take much effort. For now, Jerry could relax and enjoy what Ahmed's body had to offer. Grinning, he squeezed Ahmed's meat through the fabric and threw his head back in a low moan. "You're so lucky, being so sensitive. C'mon, let's get real acquainted."

Clay’s father had to struggle to keep his erection down as Clay seriously manhandled him the whole match. Each of Ahmed’s nerves seemed to be turbo-charged and Clay’s rough hands only seemed to aggravate that. With every slam and struggle—every time flesh met flesh with a flash of friction, Clay’s father found himself growing flushed. Didn’t even have to try that hard to throw, his over-horned body did the job for him.

Was it the spell or perhaps something more? Either way, soon Jerry found himself pinned to the mat with his son sneering down at him. The ref called the final point, and that was it. Jerry walked back to the locker rooms, ignoring the calls from his coach and friends. He couldn’t risk anyone catching on to his lack of disappointment.

To make sure the locker room would be empty, Jerry took an extremely long shower—checking his goods one last time before he would have to leave and return home to congratulate his son. Towel around his waist, he made his way over to the locker only to meet a meaty arm blocking his way. 

"Gotta say, kinda disappointed in your performance today, Ahmed," Clay said with a glare.

“Oh, Clay! Uh, wh-what can I say? Performance anxiety,” Jerry said, shrugging.

Clay tilted his head in confusion. “The hell’s happened to you? All jumpy and squirrely.” He took a step forward, cornering his father against the lockers. “You sick or something? Honestly looking real weird.”

Swallowing, Clay’s father said, “Um, I suppose you just have the magic touch,” he said, mind racing to come up with a lie that would be somewhat believable. “Body got all hot and cold with you manhandling me like that.” Jerry prayed that his face and ears weren’t turning as red as he thought they were.

Clay nodded to himself while squinting as if deciphering a difficult piece of text. "That so…?” Hoping that was enough, Jerry began to walk away. However, Clay slammed both of his arms against the lockers, pinning his father completely. “All you had to do was ask,” Clay whispered, his incredulous look turning into one of passion. Without a word, he leaned and kissed Jerry on his borrowed lips. Too shocked to even fight, Jerry leaned back and shut his eyes. What did this rush of passion mean? It was as if a dam had suddenly burst open.

Caught in this stream of passion, Jerry met Clay's kiss with equal aggression. It was as if he was possessed by whatever sentiments Ahmed had locked away deep inside of his subconscious. Either way, Jerry couldn’t even bother trying to resist the youthful hormones that danced in every inch of his hunky, borrowed body.

“Damn, you taste real fine,” said Clay, leaning away to stare at the giddy, bubbly mess that was Jerry. “Your lips feel so nice. Bet they’d be even better wrapped around my dick,” he said, slapping his thigh as he said so. Jerry glanced down and saw his son’s fully erect cock straining against the confines of the singlet. Wordlessly, he nodded and got down on his knees. The taste was so salty, but he didn’t mind it at all. Hearing his son’s pleasured moans and the cock threatening to unhinge Ahmed’s jaw was enough to get Jerry’s own dick hard.

“Make me see white,” Jerry breathed as he drew back with a pop. He spread his legs, trying to show as much of his ass he could. “Fuck me hard, Clay. I don’t think I can live without that cock inside of me once.”

“Say no more.” With a grunt of effort, Clay lifted Jerry up and placed him down onto one of the benches. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice and gentleman-y like.” Leaning up to steal another sensual kiss, Clay teased the rim of Ahmed’s hole with his cockhead. Jerry moaned and bit down on his lips. He took a few breaths, trying to relax, before just leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. "Hold on, relax," whispered Clay, using a finger to loosen him up. "Got some lube in my locker. Give me a sec."

“You have what?” Jerry exclaimed as Clay briefly walked off. “H-How often do you do this here.”

Once Clay returned, he just grinned and said, “Enough.”

Though Jerry wanted to continue asking his son, the finger that penetrated him had another idea. Jerry, nearly cross-eyed, immediately tightened as a reflex. He leaned back, moaning like a slut as Clay slipped in another finger. Then another. “F-Fuck, I-I’m fucking cumming!” Jerry shouted as his dick erupted with shot after shot of pent-up aggression.

“Damn, came from just fingering?” Clay grinned. “Hope you still got fuel in the tank, Ahmed. I still haven’t got a chance to shoot my shot.”

Breathing heavily, Jerry nodded as he spread his legs even further. Despite his climax abating, the sensual haze in his mind didn’t leave. Instead, he felt as though he could cum again and again that night. “I’m still not satisfied. Split me in half, Clay!” He moaned. Although the more logical part of Jerry's mind screamed and begged, he didn't give a shit. He just wanted this hunky hole filled and his son's cock was the one thing that could fix that.

Clay wasted no time. He spread Jerry as much as he cut and gave a slow, experimental thrust. When Jerry didn't scream, he slowly picked up the pace. "Mm, yeah. Nrgh, fuck yeah," he grunted with every thrust. There was no reason to go so quick that it would take away from the passion. As promised, he was gentle with strong, rhythmic thrusts. Jerry met each one with the same rhythm. Every nerve seemed to be on fire as Clay's cock filled him—as though Jerry was finally complete. With this body and this cock inside of him, he was reaching Nirvana.

After what seemed like a lifetime of pleasure, Jerry noticed Clay’s core tightening. His face was flushed and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. “I’m—nggh—I’m gonna blow my load. Want me to cum inside?” Jerry quickly nodded. Clay grinned. “Good answer.” With renewed vigor, Clay continued plowing into Jerry as he babbled nonsense. “C’mon, Ahmed. Scream for me.” He said, slapping Ahmed’s quivering thighs.

“Oh my god,” said Jerry, covering his face to hide the tears. He was elated and embarrassed all at once. His own offspring was smashing him and all he could do was moan and allow it to happen. It had been years since he had sex this good, and he knew that Ahmed felt the same. No, for Ahmed it was even more intense. Somehow, Jerry understood that Ahmed had never had sex before. Now, at that moment, Jerry was losing his virginity for Ahmed. With that in mind, Jerry could feel his climax swiftly approaching.

“I'm gonna nut! I'm gonna—MMM!" Jerry stopped as Clay suddenly embraced him with a long, intense kiss. Unable to handle the heat and the passion any longer, Jerry climaxed. Both of their bodies became drenched in semen, but neither of them cared. All they wished was to taste as much of themselves in that kiss.

Sorry, Ahmed, thought Jerry, lemme just stay in this body for a little while longer. I’ll leave tomorrow in the morning. Promise.