Ronnie, Age 8

"Please hurry, Mr. Wood," said Mike. "Before my parents get home." The twelve-year-old neighbor boy lowered his shorts and bent over my bed, presenting his round buttocks to me. His five-inch cock was hard against the bedsheets.

I lubed up the boy's ass and parted his ass cheeks. Mike's parents wouldn't be home for an hour, but the boy was ashamed of his urges and was obsessed with finishing our little trysts quickly. I lined up my seven-inch cock with his puckered little boy-pussy and pushed. Mike suppressed a whine of pleasure as I pushed my way into his anal passage once more. With the lube's help, I fucked Mike's ass and pounded his prostate.

Barely a minute in, Mike's moans grew louder and louder. "Oh God...Oh my GOD! OH YES!" The boy released a flood of sperm all over my bedsheets.

"Mike," I groaned. "I'm almost th-" I was cut short as Mike pulled himself off my cock. "Dammit, Mike!" I yelled. "I'm not finished yet."

"Keep your voice down," said Mike. "I have to go." And before I could say another word, Mike was out the door.

"That little bitch," I growled. I flopped onto the bed and resigned myself to relieving my tension by hand when suddenly, I heard a little voice.

"Daddy?" I saw my son Ronnie standing at the door.

"R-Ronnie?! I thought you were taking a nap."

"You woke me up," said Ronnie. "Daddy, is what you and Mike did sex?"

"Ronnie, you must never tell anyone what you just saw. Not your friends, not your teachers, and definitely not your mom. Understand?"

"Don't worry Daddy. I won't tell." As he walked closer, I noticed a little tent forming in his pajama pants. "But you put your pee-pee into Mike's butt until it felt good and you made sperms. That's sex right?"

"Well, yeah."

"But this time Mike didn't let you make sperms. He left too quick. That was mean."

"Mean?" I echoed.

Ronnie dropped his pajama pants to the floor, revealing the four-inch hard-on he'd hidden under them. He turned around and bent over the bed just like Mike had done. I admired his pale virgin ass. It was so round and just a bit too big for his slim young frame. His ass put Mike's to shame.

"Daddy," said Ronnie, "let me finish what Mike didn't. I wanna make you feel good and make sperms. I promise I'll never run away like he did. And I promise I'll never tell."

My frustrated, lust-crazed mind saw nothing wrong with this. I hastily lubed up his ass and pushed my hair-trigger cock inside. I lasted only a few seconds before I let loose the biggest flood of cum in my life! It filled my son's rectum and excess leaked out around my shaft. Relieved, I collapsed on top of my son's young body.

With a wet pop, I withdrew my cock from his tight anus, releasing a white flood down his milky thighs. "I'm sorry I couldn't last longer, son," I said between gasps.

"Don't worry Daddy. I'm sure you'll make me cum next time."

"No, I'm not leaving you unsatisfied. Not like Mike." I sat on the bed and Ronnie sat on my lap, my softened cock lining up with his ass-crack. I took his hard little cock in my fingers and stroked. Ronnie squirmed in my lap, reawakening my own cock. He finally moaned in pleasure as he squirted a thin, clear fluid into my hand.

Both relieved, we shared a long kiss.

Ronnie: Age 13

I pulled my car into my driveway after a long day of work. I knew my son would be waiting for me inside and I was HORNY!

But the moment I saw him, sitting on the couch and staring blankly at the TV, I knew something was wrong. "What's the matter, son?" I asked.

"It's nothing."

"C'mon, son," I said, joining him on the couch.

"All the boys in gym class called me a fag."

"What?! But we promised we'd keep what we do a secret."

"It's not that. I got a hard-on in the locker room. Some things can't be secret forever."

"My poor baby," I said, massaging his crotch through his shorts. He squirmed in pleasure at my touch, his pain forgotten. "I wish I could make it better, but at least I can take care of that hard-on for you."

My son and I made each other cum many times that night. I wish I could say that solved his problems, but eventually we had to leave our private incestuous paradise and return to the real world.

Ronnie: Age 18

"I'm tired of it, Dad," said Ronnie. "I'm tired of being a gay incestuous freak."

"Ronnie, how can you say that? I love you."

"And I love you, Dad. But I'm tired of hiding. I want to be normal." My son took a deep breath. "I have a girlfriend at school, Dad. And as soon as we graduate, I'm getting married. If you can accept that, you're welcome to the ceremony. Otherwise, just stay home."

I put on a brave face and put on an insincere smile. "Okay, if that's what you want, I'm happy for you." Ronnie smiled back.

I cried myself to sleep that night. My son, my one true love, had left me.

Ronnie: Age 21

I felt next to nothing as I sat in the pew at my daughter-in-law's funeral, who had died in a car accident. I couldn't bring myself to mourn the homophobic harpy that had unknowingly shamed my son-lover into leaving me and marrying her right out of high school.

I did, however, feel something for Ronnie, who sat next to me holding his one-year-old son Davy. The boy would never get to know his mother.

After the funeral, Ronnie and Davy came home with me. With Davy asleep in his crib, Ronnie and I had a beer in the kitchen.

"Son," I began uncertainly, "I can't imagine how you feel right now..."

"No, you can't," said Ronnie. "You know how I feel? I feel relieved. My wife is dead and I feel just fine." He laughed bitterly. "I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Ever since high school, that bitch shamed and humiliated me until she owned me." Ronnie looked in my eyes. "I've spent so many years denying who I really am."

My heart skipped a beat. "You mean..."

Ronnie stood and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. "Please forgive me, Daddy. I should never have left you. I should never have denied our love."

"Of course I forgive you, son."

"Good." A wicked grin formed on my son's face. "Now let's make up for lost time." And for the first time in years, I fucked my son's sweet ass.

And the next morning, I asked my son the question I'd wanted to for years. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

Ronnie: Age 33, Davy: Age 12

Ronnie had I had enjoyed several years of wedded bliss. We raised Davy as our own and he called me Dad rather than Grandpa.

Ronnie and I had kept the vow of secrecy we'd made when he was eight years old. But we knew it was wrong to keep lying to our son. So we gathered up our courage and called him into the kitchen.

"Something wrong, Dads?" asked Davy.

"There's something we haven't told you," I said. "About us."

"The thing is," said Ronnie. "Your dad and I are...father and son."

"Oh my God," said Davy. "That is so HOT!"

That was not the reaction we were expecting.

"When did you two first fuck?" asked Davy.

"Well..." I said.

"Daddy," said Ronnie. "We said no more lying to our son."

"You're right. I first had sex with my son when he was eight years old."

"That's...younger than I am now," said Davy.

Ronnie and I exchanged a glance. Was our son thinking what we were thinking?

The sound of a zipper and the appearance of Davy's hardened cock answered that.

"I used to jack off while listening to you fucking in your bedroom. I always wanted a threesome with my daddies."

"A threesome?" Ronnie and I said together.

"I want my first time to be with both the men I love. One of you in my mouth and one in my ass. Which of you has the bigger cock?" asked Davy.

"I do," I answered. "I'll fuck your mouth. It'll be less painful."

"No," said Davy. "You fuck my ass."

I ran to the bedroom to get lube. When I got back to the kitchen, Ronnie had already unzipped his pants and let his cock out. Davy was kneeling in front of him. He hadn't put the cock in his mouth yet, but he was rubbing it all over his face.

I lubed up two fingers and slipped them inside Davy's anus. Once his ass was lubed up I positioned my hard cock at his opening. "Ready."

"Ready," said Davy, his voice shaking with excitement and nervousness.

I spread his ass cheeks and pushed. Davy gasped in pleasure the moment I was in. As I began working my cock in and out his ass, Davy lowered his face to his other father's crotch and took his length into his mouth.

"Holy shit," I gasped. "I'm fucking my grandson. His ass is so tight. Like father, like son."

"Davy, you're such a great cocksucker," Ronnie moaned. Hearing his dads talk about how sexy he was made Davy moan around Ronnie's cock as his own little dick hardened.

"He must get it from you," I said as I continued pounding the twelve-year-old's prostate.

Ronnie and I fucked our son's holes faster and faster until Davy's prostate could take no more punishment and he squirted his sperm onto our cold tile floor.

Seeing my son-grandson cum for the first time made me lose control. "Daddy's gonna cum. Oh dear GOD!" I released what felt like a quart of cum into my son's bowel's. The scene triggered Ronnie's orgasm and he launched several million of his own sperm straight into his son's stomach.

We pulled out of Davy's holes and he wiped his mouth. We all retired to the master bedroom where we enjoyed the afterglow of our lovemaking, lightly fondling each others' wet genitalia. We fell asleep together, dreaming of the pleasures that the future would hold for our family.