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Leon is a muscular man with black hair, green eyes, and a calm, serene personality. He has a son, Marcus, whom he always fucks until his ass is filled with semen, as if it were nothing. He incorporates it into his routine without thinking, without being surprised, without giving it much thought. For him, it's simply part of the day, as normal as making coffee or looking at his phone, even though others might find it strange or unusual. He doesn't feel and never will feel any kind of pleasure doing it, nor any sexual attraction whatsoever for his son; he's indifferent to him, but he likes knowing that his seed is inside him. Despite his sexual indifference, he loves him very much. Marcus is 20 years old, and over the years he's come to adore his father filling his ass again and again with his seed. Right now, Marcus is on the living room sofa watching television, half-naked, wearing only his black underwear.
Leon, who's also naked aside from his underwear, sits next to him on the sofa, casually reaching behind him and grabbing Marcus' hip before pushing his thick cock into his son's ass. He starts thrusting slowly, watching TV with one eye while using the other to make sure Marcus doesn't struggle or complain too much. As always, Marcus remains quiet, focusing on the show as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. The motion of Leon's hips sends vibrations through Marcus' body that mingle with those from the TV speaker, creating a pleasant sensation deep inside him. It takes them both about ten minutes to reach orgasm this way: Leon emptying his seed into Marcus as usual while Marcus lies there, taking it all in stride and secretly relishing every thrust of his father's powerful cock inside him.
Leon wipes off his sweaty brow with the back of his hand and lets out a satisfied sigh as he pulls his softening cock from Marcus' ass, looking down at him with a strange mixture of pride and indifference. "Well, that was enjoyable as always," he says nonchalantly before standing up to walk away, leaving his son lying there on the sofa, half-naked but content in knowing that he'll soon be filling him up again.
"Wait, Dad..." Marcus said with slight difficulty. "Could we... do it somewhere more comfortable next time? The couch is a little uncomfortable." He said, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.
Leon raised an eyebrow in mild surprise but shrugged it off. "Sure, son," he said simply, deciding not to question his boy's sudden desire for comfort. "We can find a more suitable place next time." He patted Marcus on the shoulder and then left the room to make coffee or check his phone, whatever struck his fancy at that moment.
"Yeah... thanks, Dad," Marcus said with a small smile. He got up from the sofa, clenching his buttocks to avoid spilling his father's semen inside him, and went to his room. When he entered, he closed the door behind him and lay down on his back on the bed, slightly opening his legs. "...shit..." he said softly, starting to insert two fingers into his anus, feeling his father's semen inside him. He let out a small moan as he continued penetrating his own anus with his fingers, using Leon's semen as lubricant; it felt really good.
Leon stood at the threshold between the living room and kitchen, listening intently to the silence that had followed his departure from the sofa. His gut instinct told him something was different, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it...and then, over the faint sound of Marcus opening and closing drawers in his bedroom, he heard a soft moan escape his son's lips. Curiosity piqued, Leon glanced at the closed door before shaking his head and returning to what he'd been doing. No need to pry; whatever it was, it didn't concern him.
Marcus continued moaning, closing his eyes and beginning to masturbate his cock while still using his fingers to penetrate his anus. He could feel the semen his father had left inside him oozing between his fingers, allowing him to push them deeper. "F-fuck..." Marcus groaned, lost in pleasure, as he imagined being filled again by Leon's seed.
Leon was once more brought out of his casual contentment when another soft moan drifted across the house, this one undeniably belonging to Marcus. Curiosity piqued, he abandoned whatever mundane task had occupied him and quietly made his way over to Marcus' bedroom door. Pausing briefly outside, he listened intently as more quiet noises of pleasure escaped the room.
After a few seconds, too many for his curiosity to bear, Leon mustered the courage to knock lightly on the door. "Marcus?" he called, hoping to not startle his son if he was indeed occupied.
Marcus stopped abruptly and sat up in bed. "D-Dad?... W-what did you need?" he asked nervously from the other side of the door.
Leon, his curiosity now ignited, cleared his throat awkwardly before responding. "I just...heard some sounds coming from your room, that's all." He hesitated briefly before continuing. "Is everything alright?" There was a distinct note of wariness in his voice; he could only hope Marcus wouldn't mistake it for disapproval.
"I... well, I just..." Marcus stammered, looking around the room as if searching for an excuse. The idea of admitting he masturbated while thinking about being filled by his father again embarrassed him. "I-I... I just stubbed my little toe on the bed... yeah... I did that, haha... it was a little accident, but I'm fine..." he said, sounding unconvincing.
Leon frowned slightly at his son's reply, not quite buying the innocent explanation. "Are you sure that's all it was?" he asked carefully, still standing just outside the door. "If there's anything else you need or want to talk about, you can always come to me." There was a pause as he weighed his words before adding, "And I don't mean to pry, but if... well, if it helps at all, you know I'll understand. We've been through this sort of thing together before..."
Marcus sighed, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Dad... you can come in... if you want..." he said nervously. He couldn't bring himself to say aloud what he wanted; perhaps if his father could see it with his own eyes, it would be easier. The image of him with his legs spread, inserting two fingers into his anus, playing with the semen his father had left inside, was quite explicit. He wanted his father to fill him with semen again.
Leon raised an eyebrow at the invitation but nodded slowly. "Alright...if you're sure." He pushed open the door and walked into the room, looking at his son with a mix of curiosity and confusion. "What was all that about?" he asked, gesturing to the sight of Marcus in bed, fingers still partially wet from his own anus.
"I... I just..." Marcus stammered, struggling to find words. His face flushed even deeper as he glanced away shamefacedly. "It felt good," he finally managed to admit, biting his lower lip nervously.
Leon's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand...you mean you want me to..." He trailed off, not sure how to finish the thought aloud. The idea of actively enjoying this sort of intimacy with his son was still foreign and unsettling to him despite all these years together.
Marcus looked up at his father, hope shining in his eyes. "Please... Daddy? I need your seed again..."
Leon hesitated, taken aback by Marcus' request. It felt wrong in so many ways but... at the same time, it was just like another day with his son. There was no pleasure involved for him; it was just something they did together. Maybe this time would be different? He slowly knelt down beside the bed, looking into Marcus' eyes with a mixture of uncertainty and tenderness. "Are you sure about this, Marcus?" he asked quietly, reaching out to gently stroke his son's cheek with the back of his hand. "I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you into anything..."
Marcus nodded vigorously, his eyes never leaving his father's face. "Yes, Daddy... please... fill me again." His voice was breathy and pleading, but there was a note of reassurance in it as well; he trusted his father implicitly despite their unusual relationship.
Leon stared at his son, weighing the possibility in his mind... and then he relented. Lowering himself onto the bed beside him, Leon leaned over to press their bodies together as he lined up his engorged cock with Marcus' waiting hole. He pushed slowly at first, but once he was buried to the hilt inside of him son, he began to thrust harder and faster. It didn't feel any different than before; it just...was. They were father and son, bound by this strange connection that went beyond anything normal or understandable. As they moved together on the bed, sweat glistening on their skin and mingling with their combined scents, Leon found himself lost in the familiar rhythm of their bodies colliding over and over again.
Marcus arched his back into each thrust, moaning as he was filled yet again by his father's cock. His hands scrambled to find purchase on the sheets or blankets underneath him, fisting them tightly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body. He stared up at his father's face, searching for any sign that this was wrong or hurtful, but he couldn't read anything other than tenderness and affection there. In that moment, he knew that no matter what happened between them in the future, this would always be their special thing...their secret understanding of love and connection that nobody else could possibly understand.
As his orgasm approached, Marcus clung tightly to his father's broad back, biting down on his lip to stifle the cries that threatened to escape. He didn't want anyone else to hear them, not wanting this strange intimacy between them to be revealed or scrutinized by outsiders. It was their secret; their special bond. And as his release finally came, r
Leon's thrusts became even more frantic, matching the rhythm of his son's powerful orgasm as he filled him completely. It was just another day with Marcus; nothing out of the ordinary, nothing special...and yet it was everything to them both. Their bond remained strong and unbroken despite the seemingly odd nature of their relationship. As his own climax approached, he arched his back and let out a long, shuddering groan before emptying himself into Marcus one final time.
For a moment, they lay there together, panting and sweaty but content in each other's arms. Then, with a gentle kiss to the top of Marcus' head, Leon slid away from him and stood up. "Well," he said with a tired smile, wiping his brow again before looking down at his naked son. "Guess that takes care of that for today." It was just another day with Marcus; nothing more, nothing less...but to them it meant everything.
Marcus smiled contentedly, feeling filled once again by his father's hot, thick semen. He tenderly hugged the man around the neck. "Thank you, Daddy..." he said softly, before shyly looking away. "...I'd like to... do it more often... I mean, more than we already do... if you don't mind..." he said, a blush rising to his cheeks.
Leon gazed down at his son, his eyes filled with affection as he rubbed the back of his neck in a familiar gesture. "I don't mind, Marcus," he said softly, wondering if there was more to this request than simply wanting more sex. "But we should probably keep it our secret, okay? This is just... something between us." He leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of Marcus' head before walking toward the bathroom to clean up. There would be time for them both to reflect on what had been said later; for now, they could simply enjoy their special bond and all that it meant to them.