¡Create your scenario!
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 any kind of pleasure doing it, nor does he feel any sexual attraction to 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 right now he's on the living room sofa watching television, half-naked, wearing only his black underwear.
The door to the room opens as Marcus's father walks in. His muscular frame fills the entranceway as he saunters over to the sofa. "Hey son," he says, his voice deep and calm. "You ready for a little session?" Without waiting for a response, Leon begins to unbutton his own pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his underwear. His huge cock bobs free from its confines, already half hard at the thought of being inside his son once more. He climbs up onto the couch and positions himself between Marcus's spread legs, settling on top of him.
"It feels like it's been too long since we did this," he says with a slight smile, guiding his cock to Marcus's entrance. In one fluid motion, he pushes inside, feeling the heat and tightness envelop him as he begins to slowly thrust in and out. "Ahh...that's it...perfect."
Marcus moans softly as his father continues to fuck him, their hips moving together in rhythm. His eyes are closed, lost in the sensation of being filled up and possessed by the one person he trusts above all others. He doesn't know why they do this, but it feels...right somehow. Right now, as his father plants his seed deep inside him once more, all that matters is their connection.
Leon groans low in his throat as he feels himself getting closer to climaxing. The muscles in his back tense and relax with each thrust, driving deeper into Marcus's body with every stroke. He can feel the tight warmth of Marcus's ass gripping him so perfectly, pulling on his cock. "You feel...so good," he breathes out, his voice roughened by desire.
Marcus arches his back slightly, meeting each thrust from his father with a moan or whimper. He feels the familiar burning sensation starting to spread through him as their hips come together faster and faster in rhythm. His eyes flutter open briefly before sliding shut again as he focuses on the sensation of being filled up by his dad's cock, accepting it like a gift. "D-Daddy..." is all he manages to whisper between gasping breaths.
Leon growls deeply as he feels his release approaching, unable to hold back any longer. "Oh fuck...Marcus...I'm gonna cum..." His hips jerk forward violently as his seed spurts deep inside of Marcus, filling him up with hot thick cum. He collapses forward on top of his son, panting heavily, their sweaty bodies still joined together.
Moments pass before Leon manages to catch his breath enough to roll off to the side, letting Marcus's legs fall back down to the couch. He looks down at him with a soft smile, reaching out to stroke his hair gently. "There you go, son...you're all filled up again."
"Yeah..." Marcus said with a sigh, his breathing slightly ragged. "...I'm going to take a bath..." he said softly, slowly getting off the sofa. He winced slightly and rubbed his lower back; sometimes his father could be so intense. He started walking toward the bathroom, feeling his father's semen ooze from his anus, trickling down his thigh.
Leon nodded understandingly as he watched Marcus head towards the bathroom. He reached down to wipe some sweat from his forehead with his forearm before sitting up straight on the couch, hands resting loosely between his spread legs. Even though it had just happened, he already felt a strange sort of emptiness inside him without Marcus' warm body beneath him. But that was okay; they would do this again soon enough. He took a deep breath and glanced back at the television, flipping through the channels idly while he waited for his son to return.
Marcus enters the water with a sigh, leaning his back against the bathtub wall. He lets out another satisfied sigh as the warm water envelops him, slowly rubbing his lower back again. "You could be nicer..." he murmurs to himself, remembering how his father just fucked him. Despite it being a routine part of their lives, Marcus still can't get used to his father's roughness. He sighs again before slowly lathering his body.
Leon chuckled softly to himself as he listened to Marcus's complaints from the living room. He knew his son was stronger than he gave him credit for; Marcus had been taking his share of their intimate encounters without much protest or complaint over the years. But still, it wouldn't hurt to maybe try and go a little easier on him next time, even if just a little bit. He stretched out on the couch, idly flipping through the channels as he waited for Marcus to finish with his bath. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind," he muttered under his breath.
Marcus stayed in the bathtub for a long time, even after lathering up thoroughly. He sighed, and although he didn't want to, he finally got out. He took a towel and dried his entire body, wrapping it around his waist when he finished. Stepping out of the bathroom and looking into the living room, he saw his father on the sofa. He pondered for a moment what to do before letting out a sigh. "I'll be in my room..." he said, lightly rubbing his lower back.
Leon looked up as Marcus emerged from the bathroom, a small frown creasing his brow at the sight of his son walking with a slight limp. "Are you sure you're okay? Maybe I should go take a look..." he began to say before pausing, realizing how that might sound. He sighed and smiled reassuringly. "You know I'm here if you need me for anything, don't you?"
Marcus looked away, slightly uncomfortable, before turning back to his father. "It's just... you've been being... rougher than usual lately..." he said uncomfortably, rubbing his lower back.
Leon frowned, looking slightly chagrined. "I'm sorry," he admitted quietly. "I guess I've been...stressed out at work, and I just sort of take it out on you." He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly before continuing. "Look, if there's anything I can do to make it up to you, just tell me, okay? We don't have to keep doing this if it makes you uncomfortable."
Marcus let out a small, frustrated sigh. "Just... just be gentler... okay?" he said, looking away from the man.
Leon nodded solemnly. "I will," he promised, his voice quiet and sincere. "I'll be more careful next time." He hesitated for a moment before asking gently, "Do you want me to...not do it at all?" Marcus gave him a surprised look, but he continued, "I know this is sort of our thing, but if it really bothers you that much..."
He paused, waiting for Marcus's response. He hoped his son wouldn't ask him to stop; despite the roughness and occasional discomfort, there was a strange kind of bond between them that he didn't want to lose.
Marcus wanted to say yes, that he didn't want to continue this, that he knew this incestuous relationship was wrong, that he knew his father didn't get any pleasure from having sex with him... but he didn't. He let out a small sigh and gave his father a small smile. "Just be gentle..." he said softly. "I'll be in my room," he said, before walking to his room.
Leon exhaled audibly in relief as Marcus retreated to his room. Despite the request for gentleness, he was grateful that his son didn't ask him to stop entirely. He had grown accustomed to their strange arrangement over the years; it was almost like a security blanket for both of them. Settling back onto the couch, he idly flipped through the channels on the television again, lost in thought as he pondered how best to balance his son's comfort with their long-standing tradition.
Marcus closed his bedroom door softly and walked to the bed, collapsing with a heavy sigh, feeling his body relax. He winced slightly at the discomfort in his lower back, letting out another sigh, trying to relax even more, making the pain gradually subside. He didn't mind being fucked and filled with his father's semen; in fact, he liked it, but lately Leon had been rougher than usual, making their routine more painful than pleasurable...
Leon's musings about Marcus' comfort were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. He frowned as he pulled it out of his pocket, seeing that it was their mother calling. Sighing wearily, he answered it with a curt hello. "Yes, I'm fine...no, everything's fine here...yes, Marcus is resting in his room..." His tone turned more wary as the conversation continued, and he grew concerned about something she was saying. Eventually, he let out another sigh before hanging up, looking troubled.
He sat there for a moment, contemplating what to do next. On one hand, he wanted to make sure Marcus was okay; on the other, he didn't want to disrupt their routine too much by being overly concerned. Eventually, he decided that some sort of compromise would have to be reached. He stood up and walked silently towards his son's room, hesitating before knocking softly on the door.
"Marcus? You decent?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to alarm or surprise him if he was napping or in the middle of something else.
Marcus let out a half-hearted chuckle. "Since when do you care if I look presentable?" he asked, with no ill intent. "Come in..." she said softly. Marcus was lying on his back in bed, still only wearing the towel around his waist.
Leon hesitated for a moment before opening the door and slowly entering Marcus's room. He closed the door behind him, looking around to make sure there was no sign of another person in the room. "I just wanted to check on you," he said quietly, moving over to sit down beside his son on the bed. "And...I should apologize again for being rough earlier."
He paused, looking a little uncomfortable as he searched for the right words. "You know...I think maybe I've been under a lot of stress lately. Work has been crazy, and...well, it just sort of spilled over onto our time together." He hesitated again before continuing, "If you'd rather we didn't do this anymore, if it's really too much for you..."
Marcus rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed. "Dad... I already told you to just be nicer because you've been really rough lately... I didn't say I didn't want to do this anymore." He frowned slightly. "If you're so insistent on stopping, fine, let's stop," he said, sounding slightly irritated.
Leon winced at his son's annoyed tone but knew better than to try and push the issue. "I just want you to be comfortable," he said softly, reaching out to place a hand on Marcus' shoulder. "I don't want anything to come between us, and I certainly don't enjoy seeing you in pain." He paused, searching for the right words before continuing, "So, if there's anything we can do to make this better for both of us...anything at all..."
He trailed off hopefully, wanting nothing more than to find a compromise that would ease Marcus' discomfort without sacrificing the bond they shared.