Control

This story involves mild domination and incestuous homosexual activity between two adults (father and son). It's a one-of story. Don't ask for more. Because one of my readers complained about all the big dicks in my stories (a first!) dick size is not mentioned in this story. I aim to please my audience. Let your imaginations run wild.

CONTROL

The snowflakes danced in the glow of Lucas's headlights, each one a tiny, ephemeral spark against the darkness. The weather report hadn't mentioned snow, but here it was, light but persistent, blanketing the roads in a thin layer of white, cut with the black wet tire tracks of the cars and trucks that traveled ahead of him. Lucas had always hated driving in the snow. The uncertainty of it, the way the tires could slip and slide at the slightest provocation, it all filled him with a sense of dread. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, determined to make it home for the holidays and surprise his father with an early arrival. He just hoped he could make it there in one piece.

His mood shifted as he navigated the familiar roads of the neighborhood he grew up in. Nostalgia warmed him in a way the car's heater couldn't. He relaxed, but his body was still tight with the stress of the drive. Still he smiled as he pulled into the driveway of his childhood home. His phone made a notification chime that he instantly recognized as a proximity alert from the app he used for hooking up, keeping his sexuality on the down low. He glanced at it, curious as to who in the neigborhood was using the same app. A potential match, nearby. He looked at the white and black ranch styled house and hesitated, his thumb hovering over the screen. He was home and tired, but the temptation was too great. He swiped right, his heart racing as he waited for a response. It came almost immediately. The address was familiar. He looked up at the house his father lived in alone when he was away at college. Lucas's heart pounded in his chest as he read the message. The instructions were clear: Enter at the rear entrance, through the sliding glass doors.

Lucas's mind raced, his body tense with anticipation and uncertainty. He knew he should probably just turn around and crash with Josh for the night. His folks wouldn't mind. Lucas slept over often throughout his friendship with Josh, his best friend. But all he could think about was the man waiting for his response. His father. His father was six feet of hard, lean muscle earned from decades of working in construction and a healthy lifestyle. He went through the salt and pepper stage as Lucas went through puberty, and was now a silver fox, classically handsome, with a kind disposition his wife considered weakness.

Lucas could remember when his mother presented him with divorce papers at his graduation party like it happened just the day before. She arrived with her affair partner and humiliated his father in front of family and mutual friends. Lucas intended to come out of the closet to his parents that day, but it didn't seem a good idea at the moment. The divorce devastated Hank, sending him into a downward spiral involving late nights at the bars. How many nights did Lucas wait up with worry before helping his nearly incoherent father out of the backseat of a car service and up to bed? After a month of wallowing in self pity, Hank started accompanying Lucas to the gym and began the hard work of putting his life back together. It was in the gym's showers that Lucas first saw his father's hard, hairy body naked.

He tried to push the thought aside, but it was no use. The lure of the forbidden was too strong. He adjusted the growing erection in his pants and looked at the dark, quiet house. He sent a message explaining he was in the closet and told his father to wear a blindfold. His breath had almost completely disappeared from the nervousness shaking through his twenty year old body. It seemed to take an eternity before he got the message agreeing to the request, inviting him in.

Lucas took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He could do this. He had to do this. He slipped out of the car, the snow crunching under his feet as he made his way around the back of the house and to the sliding glass doors he knew led into his father's bedroom. The neighborhood was sleeping and quiet. Everything seemed to be magnified. The quiet snow, the dark edges of the yard. He could feel the cold, the snowflakes landing on his skin, but all he could focus on was the warmth that awaited him inside. He pushed the door open, stepping into the dark, the anticipation building with each step. His eyes widening at the sight before him. His father was on the bed, a blindfold covering his eyes. Hank was on his knees at the edge of the bed, his ass presented for Lucas to use however he pleased. He was naked, his body on display, waiting, submitting. Lucas's breath hitched, his body responding to the sight before him. He knew he should turn back, that this was wrong, forbidden. But he couldn't. He was drawn to the man he loved more than anybody else.

Lucas stepped into the room, his movements silent, his eyes never leaving his father's body. He looked at his father's hairy crack, magnified by the black hair that hid his butt hole from view as he stripped off his coat. He touched his father's body, felt the tension of his body, the way he leaned into the touch. Lucas knew he had the power here, the control. And he liked it.

He approached the bed, his eyes roaming over his father's body, taking in every detail. He reached out, his fingers softly tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the way they tensed and flexed under his touch. He could see the goosebumps rising on his skin, the way he shuddered at each touch. His father was enjoying this, enjoying the power Lucas held over the man who has always held complete power over him. Lucas's touch becomes more confident, more daring. He reached down and ran his hands over his father's chest, feeling the way his nipples harden under his touch. He leaned down, his breath hot on his father's face and kissed him gently on the cheek. His father moaned, a sound of pleasure and desperation. He turned his face to Lucas and Lucas kissed his father on the lips, just a gentle, exploratory kiss that grew hungry with lust, his tongue pushes into his father's mouth, dances with his father's tongue, wet and sloppy.

Lucas smiled, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him. He moved lower, his hands tracing the lines of his father's abdomen, feeling the way his muscles contract under his touch. He could feel his father's breath coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing with anticipation. He reached the edge of the bed, his hands moving to his father's thighs, feeling the way they trembled under his touch. He can see the evidence of his father's arousal, his cock hard and ready. What do you want, Dad? His father moaned, his body trembling with need. His fingers brush the hair of his ass cheeks, feather soft, only the hair, not the skin.

"Please," his father begged. Lucas smiled. You want me Dad?

He reached out, his fingers wrapping around his father's cock. He could feel the way it pulsed in his hand, the way his father's body arched into his touch. He started to move, his hand stroking his father's cock, feeling the way it hardened even further under his touch. He could feel the power, the control. He was the one in charge here, the one calling the shots. And he liked it. He could feel the release building in his father's body, the way his muscles tensed, the way his breath came in ragged gasps. His father was enjoying this, enjoying the power Lucas held over him. He spit on the hairy crack of his father's strong glutes, rubbed his father's hole with a finger, pressed inside. Hank moaned, a sound of pleasure and desperation.

"Yes," he gasped. His body arching into Lucas's touch.

Lucas smiled, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him. He knew he was in charge here, that he could do whatever he wanted. He was going to enjoy this, every single moment of it.

He squatted and stroked his father's hard cock, slow, even strokes. Hank moaned appreciatively. Lucas pushed his tongue into the hairy crack of his fathers ass, his hand still stroking his cock and started eating his ass out. Lucas can feel the release building, the throbbing of his father's cock, the tension of orgasm coiling in his body. He pulled his hand away and spread his father's ass cheeks wide, his tongue circling the ring of his rectum, feeling it contract with the soft, pleasurable relaxation, the surrender. His tongue pushed into the hole. Hank groaned with blind ecstasy. Lucas knew this might be his only opportunity to enjoy his father's body like this and he wanting to prolong this moment, this forbidden dance. He pulled his tongue away and spit on his father's hole, pushing a finger into him. With his other hand, he stroked his father's cock again. The experimentation and experience he gained with the freedom of distance gave him the knowledge he needed to find his father's prostate. He rubbed it gently, in slow circles. His father gasped and moaned. Lucas smiled, increasing his stroke of the hard cock, felt the precum beginning to flow, the twitch of the rock hard cock and stopped stroking.

His father whimpered.

Lucas pulled his finger from his father's ass, spit on the hole again, then on his fingers and pushed two inside. It was a tight fit, but Lucas pushed in and returned to finger fucking his dad. He thrust the fingers back and forth, grazing the prostate.

"Yes, fuck me," his father groaned.

Lucas's hand returned to his father's cock and resumed his stroke. The head was soaked with precum. Lucas used this to lube his palm and stroked with slow, rotating movements, the way he would stroke himself off.

"Oh, God, you're going to kill me." he groaned, "Please let me cum."

Deciding he'd tortured his father long enough, he didn't stop stroking. He finger fucked his dad and stroked him off. His father's body tensed, his back arched He grunted and started cumming. The feeling of his father's spasming around his fingers, the pulse of his cock when he started shooting his load was almost too much for him. He considered taking out his cock and jerking off over his father, cumming on his muscular ass cheeks.

No, he thought, Control is everything.

His father collapsed on the bed, his body spent. Lucas stood and slipped into his coat, keeping an eye on his father to be sure he didn't cheat and pull the blindfold off. He slipped out of the glass doors and pulled them closed. As fast as safety would allow, Lucas fled from the house like he was fleeing a murder scene. He got in his car and drove away quickly, not wanting to give his father time to look out at the window and recognize Lucas's car.

Josh was just three blocks away. It was Josh's mom who answered the door and greeted him with a big, welcoming hug. He went in to see his friend and watched Josh play the video game he was playing, reliving the experience of getting his father off. There was conflict, a sense of guilt that needed to be dealt with. By the time he fell asleep, he had completely reconciled with himself about the experience.

Lucas awoke slowly, his cock rock hard. After a morning piss and a shower, he dressed and slipped out of the room, leaving Josh to sleep in. He left his friend's house, the memory of the previous night playing on a loop in his mind. The memory stirred his emotions as easily as it stirred his cock. He frowned. He was still conflicted, his feelings a whirlwind of guilt, shame, and exhilaration. He knew he should feel guilty for what he did, for taking advantage of his father like that. But he couldn't deny the thrill he felt manipulating his father's beautiful body to orgasm, the fun he had doing it. He reasoned that he was just giving his father something he desired, like an early Christmas gift. He would never know it was Lucas who got him off. So why is he so nervous to face him now, and what was he going to do with this persistent erection that was growing harder the closer he got to home?

He drove home, his mind made up. He's going to confront this, to figure out what it means, what he wants. What he needs. He pulls up to the house, the sight of it filling him with a sense of determination. He's going to face this, head on. No blindfolds, no anonymity.

He finds his father in the kitchen, humming to himself as he cooked breakfast. It's a sight Lucas hasn't seen in years, not since his mother left. His father looked happy. Really happy. It's a strange sight, one that filled Lucas with a sense of unease.

"Merry Christmas," Lucas said. He kept his voice casual as he leaned against the doorway.

"You're home!" His father turned, a smile spreading across his face at the sight of Lucas. "Lucas! You're home! I didn't know you were coming home today. I would have made your favorite."

Lucas smiled, a sense of nostalgia washing over him.

"It's okay, Dad. I can make do with whatever you're cooking."

His father chuckled, turning back to the stove. "I'm making pancakes. Your mother's recipe."

Lucas's smile fades at the mention of his mother, but he pushed the thought aside. He's here for a reason, and he's not going to let anything distract him from it.

"You get laid, or something?" Lucas teased, his voice casual as he stepped further into the kitchen.

He can see the way his father's body tensed at the question, the way his hands faltered in their movements. Hank father cleared his throat, his voice strained. "What makes you say that?"

Lucas smiled, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him at the sight of his father's discomfort. He was enjoying this, enjoying the return of the power he held over his father. For the moment, it was his secret alone.

He stepped closer, his voice low but still casual. "You just seem... different. Happier, somehow."

His father turned to face him, his eyes searching Lucas's face. "I am happy, Lucas. I've realized that life is too short to be miserable. I've decided to start living again."

Lucas's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with possibilities. He can feel his control weaken. He was the one in charge here, the one calling the shots. He stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe it's not just you who makes you happy, Dad. Maybe it's something... or someone else?"

He could see the way his father's eyes widen, the way his breath hitched.

He's onto me, he knows it without knowing he knows.

Lucas smiled, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him. He stepped closer, his voice low. "You know, I've been thinking about last night. About how you were waiting for me, how you were so... eager."

His father's body tensed, his breath shallow. Lucas could see the way he was trying to hold back, to maintain control. But he could also see the way his body responded to Lucas's words, the way his cock hardened in his pajama pants. Lucas stepped closer, his body pressing against his father's back. He could feel the way his father's body tensed, the way he tried to step away. But Lucas held him in place, his arms wrapping around his father's waist as he pulls him close.

"I made you cum last night, Dad," Lucas whispered, his voice low in his father's ear. "How about you return the favor?"

He could feel the way his father's body trembled, the way he tried to hold back a moan. He knew he's won, that he once again had complete control over his father. He pressed his hard cock against his father's butt cheeks, gives it a short thrust. Lucas's father turns to face him, his eyes wide with shock and desire.

"Lucas, we can't... we shouldn't..." he stuttered, but his words trailed off as Lucas's hands move to his belt, deftly unbuckling it.

"Shh, Dad," Lucas whispers, his voice soothing. He moved, guiding him across the room,. "We've already done it." He pushed his father back against the kitchen table, kissed him deep, hungry for his father's affections once again, pleased when his kiss is met with his father's tongue in his mouth. "It's okay."

His father's breath hitched, his body trembling as Lucas's hands move to his pants, pushing them down his legs. He's not wearing any underwear, and his cock springs free, hard and ready. Lucas grabbed his father by the ass cheeks and lifts him onto the table, smothering his mouth with kisses to prevent unnecessary protests. Lucas smiled as he looked at his father's body, laid out before him like a feast. He moved closer, his hands moving to his father's ass, squeezing the firm flesh. He ran a finger along the crease of his father's ass crack. His father moaned, his body arching into Lucas's touch. His father gasped, his body trembling with need. Lucas leaned down, his tongue tracing a path along the same line his finger just did. His father moaned, a sound of pleasure and surprise as Lucas's tongue explores his ass hole. Lucas could feel the way his father's body tensed, the way he tried to hold back. But he didn't want him to hold back, he wanted him to let go, to give in to the pleasure. He continued to explore, his tongue moving in circles, licking, tasting, teasing. He can feel the way his father's body responded, the way his back arched. He reached up, his hand wrapping around his father's cock, stroking it in time with his tongue. His father's moans filled the kitchen, his body writhing with pleasure. Lucas stood up abruptly, his hands moved to his father's hips as he turned him around, bending him over the kitchen table. He can see the way his father's body trembled, the way he tried to hold back a moan. He felt his own lust coursing through him as he unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his legs. He ran a hand along his father's back, feeling the way his muscles tensed under his touch. He leaned down, his breath hot on his father's ear. "I'm going to fuck you now, Dad. I'm going to make you cum so hard."

His father moaned, his body arching into Lucas's touch. Lucas positioned himself at his father's entrance, pushing in slowly. His father's body tensed, a sound of pleasure and pain escaping his lips. Lucas paused, giving Hank a moment to adjust. Then he started to move, his ground his cock into his father's ass. He knew he could cum already, wrapped in the tight confines of his father's hot ass. He pulled out, almost completely out, then his hips snap forward as he fucks his father with long, slow strokes. He can feel the way his father's body responded, the way he pushed into each thrust. He could feel the power, the control. He could feel the release already building in his father's body, the way his muscles tensed, the way his breath came in ragged gasps. He reached around, his hand wrapping around his father's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

"Cum for me, Dad," Lucas whispers, his voice low in his father's ear. "Cum with me."

Hank father moaned, his body convulsing as he found his release, his cock pulsing in Lucas's hand as his seed spilled upon the floor. He felt his father's ass ring grip his cock hard, convulsing with every shot of cum. Lucas can feel his own release building, his body tensing as he fucked his father with short, sharp thrusts. He pulls out.

Not yet.

He turned his father to him and kissed him before gently guiding his dad to his knees. Without invitation, his father engulfed his cock, sucking on it greedily. He's going to make me bust too soon!

Lucas pulled away. His father looked up at him with an expression of confusion.

"Clean up the mess you made." He pointed to the cum on the floor. His father looked up at him, then at the cock in his face and prostrated himself at Lucas's feet, licking up the cum from the floor. Lucas watched with stunned pleasure.

When his father was finished, Lucas pushed him to the floor with his foot. Gently kicks at him to put his father on his back.

"I want you to look at me while I fuck you, Dad." He kicked off his pants and joined his father on the floor. "I want you to see me when I breed you." His cock pushed into his father again. His father's face strained with the sudden intrusion, but then he smiled and nodded. "I want you to know who owns your ass now."

Lucas fucked his father hard, changing his stroke and rhythm to keep his hungry hole off guard. Looking down, he saw his father was still hard.

"You think you can cum again?" His father nodded enthusiastically. "Stroke it, but don't cum until I tell you. Understand?" His father nodded and started stroking his cock. The sight of his father masturbating excited him, the view of his cock thrusting into his dad's hole just before the stroking hand was beautiful to Lucas. He continued fucking his father, testing the limits of his control. His body tensed, his cock throbbed and he filled his father's guts with his cum. As soon as he recovered, he pulled out and replaced his father's hand with his mouth. He didn't have to suck long before his father was feeding him a fresh load. Lucas swallowed, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him as he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Thanks for breakfast, Dad," Lucas said, his voice casual. He pulled on his pants. "I'm going to go up to my room and get some rest. I had a hard night last night. You should do the same." He turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving his father alone. Hank's was body spent, his mind reeling with what just happened. Lucas smiled to himself, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him. He was in control now, and his father likes it.