Every father likely feels pride seeing their son mature into a fine young man. For me, Cain Marko, it’s especially poignant because I spent so much of Brody’s teenage years just hoping I could keep him alive and out of trouble. I can’t claim too much credit for his turnaround, except that I never gave up on him—not even for a moment. I couldn’t fix him, no matter how hard I tried.
When he returned from the army and finally shared with me what he was truly going through, it shook me deeply. I almost lost my son because our love for each other was too intense. Unknowingly, I had seduced my son and then left him yearning for something he thought he could never have.
It took nearly losing Brody Fox and having the army help him recover and return to me to realize that I had wanted him just as much as he wanted me all along. Now that we’ve found each other, we haven’t wasted a single moment. Initially, I thought I needed to help him overcome his feelings for me and “be a man,” but I realized neither of us truly wanted that. Of course, he needs to grow up, be independent, and capable, but he’ll always be his daddy’s boy.
The other evening, I walked into the kitchen and found Brody cooking dinner. There was a time when Brody wouldn’t even make his own lunch, and there he was, stirring something on the stove like a pro. My heart swelled with pride. But it wasn’t just my heart that was swelling.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the two beefy melons of his ass, visible under the thin fabric of his well-worn sweatpants. That sweet, musky tight hole that I had denied myself for too many years. I walked over, wrapped my strong, furry arms around him, and pressed my body against his back. He instantly went limp, falling back against me, grinding his ass against my crotch.
I’m an attractive guy, and that’s a fact. I’ve never taken for granted the effect I have on other men. It’s rare that I get told, “no.” The lust of another man is the most powerful aphrodisiac. But I’ve never had the effect on any other man that I have on my son. I knew when I wrapped my arms around him that he would instantly be helpless in my grasp; mine to do anything I wanted with.
I kissed the back of his neck, pressing my prickly beard into his skin. I felt a tremor go through his body and a deep, soft groan of lust in his chest that I felt almost as much as heard. He started grinding back against my hard cock with almost helpless desire. Yeah! My boy. My sweet son. My horny, insatiable fuck toy.
He looked back over his shoulder with a shy grin as I sank to my knees and lowered his sweats. His beautiful ass came into view; the sweetest, sexiest muscle butt I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can’t believe I made this boy out of the same cum that I was about to fuck into his body.
I ate him out against the stove, on the kitchen counter, on the breakfast bar stool. I could do that all day, every day for the rest of my life. He was moaning and whimpering, right on the edge of bursting into tears with the pleasure of my tongue in his hole and his desire for my cock to replace it. Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to be inside my boy. When I pressed my hard cock against his hole, he opened right up, his tight hot ass almost pulling me balls deep into his hungry, quivering body. Yeah, boy, daddy’s home, right where you want him!
Gaycest
A NEW MAN Tape 5 – Feeding Dad
Every father likely feels pride seeing their son mature into a fine young man. For me, Cain Marko, it’s especially poignant because I spent so much of Brody’s teenage years just hoping I could keep him alive and out of trouble. I can’t claim too much credit for his turnaround, except that I never gave up on him—not even for a moment. I couldn’t fix him, no matter how hard I tried.
When he returned from the army and finally shared with me what he was truly going through, it shook me deeply. I almost lost my son because our love for each other was too intense. Unknowingly, I had seduced my son and then left him yearning for something he thought he could never have.
It took nearly losing Brody Fox and having the army help him recover and return to me to realize that I had wanted him just as much as he wanted me all along. Now that we’ve found each other, we haven’t wasted a single moment. Initially, I thought I needed to help him overcome his feelings for me and “be a man,” but I realized neither of us truly wanted that. Of course, he needs to grow up, be independent, and capable, but he’ll always be his daddy’s boy.
The other evening, I walked into the kitchen and found Brody cooking dinner. There was a time when Brody wouldn’t even make his own lunch, and there he was, stirring something on the stove like a pro. My heart swelled with pride. But it wasn’t just my heart that was swelling.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the two beefy melons of his ass, visible under the thin fabric of his well-worn sweatpants. That sweet, musky tight hole that I had denied myself for too many years. I walked over, wrapped my strong, furry arms around him, and pressed my body against his back. He instantly went limp, falling back against me, grinding his ass against my crotch.
I’m an attractive guy, and that’s a fact. I’ve never taken for granted the effect I have on other men. It’s rare that I get told, “no.” The lust of another man is the most powerful aphrodisiac. But I’ve never had the effect on any other man that I have on my son. I knew when I wrapped my arms around him that he would instantly be helpless in my grasp; mine to do anything I wanted with.
I kissed the back of his neck, pressing my prickly beard into his skin. I felt a tremor go through his body and a deep, soft groan of lust in his chest that I felt almost as much as heard. He started grinding back against my hard cock with almost helpless desire. Yeah! My boy. My sweet son. My horny, insatiable fuck toy.
He looked back over his shoulder with a shy grin as I sank to my knees and lowered his sweats. His beautiful ass came into view; the sweetest, sexiest muscle butt I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can’t believe I made this boy out of the same cum that I was about to fuck into his body.
I ate him out against the stove, on the kitchen counter, on the breakfast bar stool. I could do that all day, every day for the rest of my life. He was moaning and whimpering, right on the edge of bursting into tears with the pleasure of my tongue in his hole and his desire for my cock to replace it. Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to be inside my boy. When I pressed my hard cock against his hole, he opened right up, his tight hot ass almost pulling me balls deep into his hungry, quivering body. Yeah, boy, daddy’s home, right where you want him!