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Subject: Dominating My Dirty Dad in the Dark 2 I was a shitty excuse for a son. I couldn't have gotten myself to end it with Dad as Carlos, and all for the experience of having him in a way I'd never been able to. Now, it was the following Friday night, six days later. Every single day, we'd chatted online for hours, building a meaningful connection. I'd had to be a bit mysterious for two reasons, though. One, I could easily slip up with contradicting info and have Dad be suspicious. Two, it was part of Carlos' charm that I didn't want to change. Though, not that Dad complained because he'd already admitted multiple times that he was fascinated by the mystery. It was a turn-on for him to be used and taken advantage of by a faceless figure, to be dominated in the dark. Besides, it was for the best. The less he knew about Carlos, the less likely he'd fall for him. I hoped anyway. I looked in the mirror while standing in my basement bedroom, as soaped up and perfumed as the first time. My disguise needed to continue working. A nervous smile still spanned my face because I knew I had to be extra careful and never get caught. My first and only concealed hookup in the dark with Dad had been on Valentine's Day, and he'd said he hadn't had a memorable V-Day in many years. In fact, he'd unloaded a bit more over the past week, things I'd never known. I'd always known he was gay, like me, since Mom was a closeted lesbian who'd agreed to marry him only as a coverup and only with the condition that they'd live in separate homes. I imagined having sex to conceive me had been a tedious chore since they hadn't wanted to fuck each other, but they'd wanted a kid, so it'd been worth it to them. Growing up, they'd taken turns having me over, and the family always questioned why they had their own separate places to live. It was a unique experience for sure. What I hadn't known, however, was that Dad had done porn because things had been financially rough for him to where he'd almost been homeless, losing his day job over alcoholism and juggling between two low-wage ones. He'd lucked out with his beautiful, modelesque looks and BDSM themes over the years to be able to capture so many subscribers and followers, earning way more than he'd ever thought for just getting fucked and dominated by men of color with big cocks. Why hadn't he told me any of this? We'd been pretty close our whole lives. He told me a lot of things but omitted the dark struggles. Why? Now, I wanted to know more about Dad through Carlos since he'd clearly never tell me himself. It kind of hurt that he didn't confide in me. So, here I was in my room, getting ready for our second hookup in the dark. Carlos with a big and brown hunk of meat, quiet and reserved, and fantastic in bed. I wasn't ashamed of being a blue-eyed blond who looked like a typical Nordic, just like Dad except more muscular than his lean build?I was a hot jock with a smooth body and a big cock?but his strong attraction to men of color, especially with body hair, made me wish I could be more his type. I still wished I could fake a Spanish accent to turn him on even more, but oh well. He'd enjoyed me in the dark, so there was that. I grabbed my phone and texted him. Like last week, I told him to leave the front door open and to make sure he stayed put until I went naked inside his room. His reply was full of so much anticipation, making me feel a twinge of guilt. At least we'd chatted enough every day to warm up to each other more, so I wasn't nervous anymore like at first. God, I needed him, though. Shitty or not, this was my way of spending special dad/son time with him. My fifteen-year-old self could easily come out if I wasn't careful. Back then, I'd been a foolish schoolboy in love. Sure, I'd grown up into a romantically-unavailable man, but Dad meant more to me than anyone else, so it was different with him. Thank God incest was legal here in Cestin Island. I got naked and waited enough minutes to make my arrival seem more plausible. I was hard and leaking. I'd told Dad I'd be at a friend's watching a sports game, so the hookup was good to go. I opened my door and sneaked all the way up to the second floor where his room was. Like last week, every light in the house was off except for the porchlight to help me see while going back downstairs. God, what a risk, but I was horny as fuck. I slowly opened Dad's door and made my way inside his pitch-dark room, shutting the door. I was still a terrible person for plotting something like this, but after that night with him, I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. It wasn't just the sex that I was after; it was being close to him like never before. I wasn't looking for romance, and no guy had ever interested me enough to last longer than some dates. Dad, though? He made me feel like no other guy had ever managed to do. "Hi, Carlos. I'm on the bed." That deep, sexy voice made precum drip from my cock. Despite not being as nervous as before, I still took a few reluctant steps toward him and stopped by the edge of the bed. I waited until he scooted away to make room for me, and I joined him. As soon as I leaned over to make out with him, my insides melted. I embraced him and held him in my arms. This was still too surreal, the fact that I was even doing this with Dad. I slivered my hands all over his smooth body, inhaling the natural scent of man mixed with just a hint of cologne. I kicked myself for forgetting to tell him not to wear any so that I could enjoy his unmasked raw smells. The smells of my own dad. I kissed him some more and gently bit his chin like he was dinner. I traveled my mouth down his neck with kisses and a few light sucks. "Oh, Carlos, you're so passionate. Most men aren't." istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info/) "Mine..." Oh, shit. That had slipped! "Yeah, I want to be yours to own and do whatever you want to me." Phew, Dad at least didn't recognize my voice. God, if only I could say something without him knowing it was me. It was such a frustrating part of this experience, having to be silent the whole time. I wanted to talk so badly, to say anything and everything to him, but I couldn't. I had to bite my tongue the whole time. I reached back for his lips and made out with him again with so much hunger. Oh, Dad. Fuck. I loved him so much. Sometimes, I wondered to what extent, but I didn't want to think about that now. I wanted to savor this beautiful man whose cock created me. Just knowing he'd given me life was beautiful enough to me. In turn, his creation had fucked the shit out of him as a thanks, and I'd continue doing so. I broke the kiss and lifted his right arm to bury my face in his smooth pit, inhaling what I wished wasn't deodorant. I'd have to remind myself to bring it up to his attention and get him to go raw next time. It wasn't that I disliked a clean man, because I did, and I wasn't put off by deodorant or cologne. I just preferred the natural and pure scent of man. Dad chuckled and then moaned, his way of telling me he enjoyed the sensation but found it ticklish. I sucked his pit and gave it a few gentle bites. I went back to his mouth yet again for more deep kisses. After a while of doing that, I rested my forehead against his and pictured myself staring into his eyes, as pitch-dark as it was. I caressed his face and planted tender kisses on his lips. I rubbed my nose against his and kissed him some more, touching his face with so much adoration. "Oh, Carlos. Keep this up and you'll have me falling for you in no time." Falling for me, huh? What would that feel like? What would it feel like to be loved by Dad in a way lovers did? To be more than just his son. But it'd be as Carlos. It'd never be the real me. I turned him around to get him to lie on his belly, and I scooted down to have my face meet his ass. If only I could actually see it since it was pitch-dark, even though I'd seen it in his porn vids. I spread his cheeks and dove in between to bury my face for a taste, kneading both his cheeks with a possessive grip. I swirled my tongue around his loose pucker, and the tip of my tongue fucked it like a cock. Dad moaned while gyrating his hips to push himself into my face. He heaved some horny breaths like he was in heaven. I sucked his anus hard, the hole I was about to fuck with my big cock and claim once more. I moaned through his butt in muffles, but like the last time, I cut off my sounds right after realizing I could give myself away. I needed to stop making sounds that could give me away, but that was Dad's power over me, his charm and my strong sexual attraction to him that didn't let me think clearly at times. The low whimpers and hard breathing that came out of him made me so horny. I loved the sexual noises I'd heard him make many times from his room and videos. Hearing them in person was unreal because I was responsible for his pleasure. It really was an experience like no other. As much as I loved getting both a rimjob and a blowjob, I needed to be inside him now. This hole of his needed my cock in there, and I was going to give it to him. Like last week, he didn't need lube since I precummed enough to use that instead. Besides, he'd take it like his son's big slut. My dirty slut to use for my dirty needs. I kept him lying on his belly and hovered over his backside, my knees on either side of his legs. I aimed the head of my cock toward his ass and pressed it against his used pucker. Fuck, this feeling. Being inside Dad like this was the most arousing experience of my life. Even though I'd already fucked him last week, it was still a surreal moment. Balls deep, I rested my chest against his back, and I slowly thrust into him to savor the moment. I didn't want to finish off too soon. I wanted to enjoy this moment because there was no telling when we'd do this again. I didn't want this night to end. I didn't want to let him go. My beautiful dad. "Oh, Carlos...what are you doing to me?" It was obviously a rhetorical question asked in a horny tone. I could tell he was smitten by his own son, and he didn't know it. I wrapped my arms around his upper torso, as if pinning him down for a possessive bearhug to show him that his son needed his dad. I was a grown man at almost twenty-three, and while I'd always dominate him, I was probably still a boy in his eyes. Daddy's little top boy. I repeatedly pushed myself into him in a slow, circular movement like many talented porn stars did. I wanted to show him just how fantastic in bed I'd claimed to be as Carlos. "Fuck me. Take me and own me. I'm not just your dirty slut. I'm your sub to do as you please. It's all about you, okay? Don't worry about me." Oh, Dad. I'd never not worry about him. While I'd be honored to take control and show him who was the real boss, his pleasure mattered to me too. Feeling good was a two-way street. If anything, it turned me off knowing a guy wouldn't enjoy himself. Pleasuring a guy was the point because it meant I had the power to instill desire and hunger in him. I still couldn't believe I was fucking my own father, slowly plunging into his used slut hole. It felt amazing being inside him, his skin against mine turned me on so much, his manly smells drove me wild, and his sexy voice made me melt. No other experience could beat this special one. I'd been with plenty of guys, all hot and sexy and great in bed. But they weren't kadıköy travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info/) Dad. I realized it more and more. I hadn't been happy with anyone because only Dad could make me truly happy. Being with other guys was just me being content. Being with Dad, however, was pure joy. Fuck, had I still been in love with him this whole time? Had I just suppressed my feelings, thinking it'd been pointless? "Ungh...fuck me...ungh..." I still held Dad very tightly, our warm bodies dampening with sweat from this forbidden proximity, this forbidden act between father and son. I reached for his ear and licked around the inside, sucking and biting his lobe. "Mine." It was all I was comfortable saying, and I'd said it with a mock Spanish accent that I prayed was convincing. Short words could work as long as I was careful. "All yours, Carlos. I want to be owned. Whatever you say goes." Damn, the idea of owning Dad threatened to make me come sooner. But I didn't want to end the moment just yet, so I edged for longer. If I had to be honest, the more we did this, the more I dreaded the fact that he could end up with other men. I'd never been the jealous type, at least not with other guys. Dad made me jealous, though. The thought of this hot butt being passed around between so many men, like some used cumrag, made me frown because I suddenly wanted it all to myself. Maybe I really was possessive. Maybe I wanted to be the only one to please him. But he had a career as a porn star, and it'd be selfish of me to take that away from him. It just sucked that I had to feel like this. It sucked that I'd never been like this with anyone else, just Dad. But for now, I'd enjoy dominating my dirty dad in the dark while fucking his wonderful hole, my face never to be seen or revealed. It'd no longer be a one-time thing like I'd thought, and he'd never forget all about it. This was our new bond in the making, a secret bond only between father and son. But hey, if I couldn't have him all to myself, I could at least mark him to show him just who was in control from now on whenever we hooked up. He wanted to be owned? He'd be owned right now. I sucked his neck really hard while still fucking his ass, and I bit hard too. He hissed in pain. "Yeah, hurt me, Carlos..." No, Dad. I'd never hurt him. I loved him with all my heart. This was just my way of owning him because I couldn't technically replace any other guy he'd hook up with. He was free to be with others, much to my disappointment. "Mark me..." And that was exactly what I was doing. I didn't need his permission because he wanted it. He knew just who was in charge during our special time together. I sucked his shoulder and bit it hard. Dad winced in presumable pain. "...Fuck, that hurts like hell," he said through gnashed teeth. "But don't stop. Hurt me more." I kept at it while continually thrusting into his hole, sucking more than biting while trying hard to ignore his pain. I didn't want to hurt him, but I knew he wanted this too. I just wanted to make my mark, make it visible to let it be known whose territory this was. After enough whimpering in pain, I stopped and planted tender kisses on the bitten spots. I went back to his face, my lips brushing against the corner of eye until his tears wet them. Aw, had he been crying from the pain? Fuck, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I kissed him there to comfort him. If I couldn't speak to tell him that it'd be okay, I'd show him. I whispered in his ear, "Mine." "Yeah, Carlos. I'm yours." Was he actually sad? He kind of sounded like it, but I wasn't exactly sure. "Sad?" I tried my hardest to retain a mock Spanish accent. Maybe I could ease into it so I wouldn't have to be mute all the time. "No, just enjoying myself more than I have with anyone else. In fact, I don't want you to leave tonight. Stay with me?" Oh, shit. Fuck! How would I pull that off? I'd love to hold him in my arms all night and sleep with him, but it was impossible. He'd know it was me by morning. I didn't say another word. Instead, I continued ramming into his hole. I sped up the pace. I didn't actually want to rush, but this moment meant something to him. I needed time to ponder some stuff. "Fuck me...fuck my hole...I'm your dirty slut, Carlos." That was right. He was my dirty slut to use whenever I wanted. "Ungh..." He moaned while humping the bed, loving my cock deep inside him. But instead of shooting inside this hole, I wanted to fill up the other one. He wouldn't just taste his own ass, but he'd taste my cum too. I pulled out, turned him back around, and scooted up to hover over his face. I shoved my cock in his mouth, and I fucked him fast while holding onto the wall. He gagged at first but then recovered, mumbling his pleasure with a mouthful. He grabbed my smooth ass and caressed each cheek while being force-fed with my man meat. I breathed heavier while he gorged on my cock, thrusting into his mouth like the dirty slut he wanted to be treated as. Little did he know that he was much more to me than that. He was Dad, but he was even more than that too. He moaned in a muffled way because of his stuffed mouth, and he beat off furiously while still groping one of my ass cheeks with his other hand. This feeling wasn't just amazing; it was glorious. This wasn't only sex or some random hookup. This was pure carnal desire in the most incestuous way possible. Man and boy, except boy took control of man. Boy ordered, and man obeyed. It would always be that way. No man owned me; I owned him. More muffled moans, faster jerking, and he finally grunted his release. I felt several shots on my lower back and my butt, the bakırköy travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info/) rest of his cum probably landing on his chest and belly. Still fucking his mouth, I slowed down a bit to reach from behind and scoop up what I could to have a taste of my own father's jizz. What an intoxicating taste. It wasn't so much as tasty as it was meaningful. That and the feeling of being inside his mouth were enough to send me over the edge. I fucked him some more until I huffed as a warning, letting him know I was super close. Seconds later, I opened my mouth with no sound coming out, just stupefied from this intense orgasm as I erupted inside Dad's mouth, feeding him the swimmers he'd created. He'd created me with his cock, so he was tasting the life he'd given me, swallowing every drop. He finally let out a final grunt as I finished coming inside his mouth, and I got off him and collapsed on my back to catch my breath. Dad turned to his side and snuggled with me, acting submissive in my arms. Like last week after coming, we kissed with a lot of passion, and it really could make me fall for him very easily. Then again, I already had. I was a molten mess from his soft touch, his loving nature showing itself in a new way. We were father and son, showing such forbidden affection and desire that still overwhelmed me. After making out with Dad for a long time, we stopped, and I caressed his face. I gave him the tenderest of kisses, the sweetest of pecks, and our noses rubbed with deep affection. God, I loved this man, and he'd always be my world. It was a dream-come-true for us to share ourselves like this with one another. We really were like lovers right now. I'd done similar things with other guys, but I'd brushed it all off and had been ready to have my own space. Not with Dad. I could be like this with him forever if I could. Father and son showing a new, beautiful kind of love. But again, only as Carlos and only in the dark. Dad sighed. "Look, I know this is fast, but I really do like you. I don't need to know your entire life story as long as you treat me right. You do that, and I'm yours for life. I'll treat you like a king, a god, however you want to be treated. I just...I want to be loved, that's all." Oh, Dad. Fuck. It cracked my heart to hear him like this. He was already loved like how he wanted to be; he just didn't know it yet. No. No "yet," and never any "yets." He couldn't ever know. It was probably the ultimate betrayal to fool him the way I'd been doing. But that was the thing. I wasn't doing it maliciously. I was doing it because I wanted him in my life as more than just a parent, more than just his owner and Dom. I really was in love with my own father. "But I'll still pay you real good money for the company if that's all I could ever have with you. I won't tie you down if you need to be with others. I mean, I get it. We just met. But now you know why I don't date. I move pretty fast, and after getting burned enough times, I just...I had enough. But now that I met you, I really want to see where this could lead." My heart sank from such emotional words. I'd already fucked up big time with my plan after wanting to fuck my own dad and bond with him in the process. Now that I was paying the price in the form of an emotional game that I should've never started, I couldn't end it and risk destroying his heart. But if he wanted to date me and keep fucking around as well, it would always have to be in the dark. I sighed. "You're mine." I still attempted the mock Spanish accent. "But no face." "You mean, you'd like to be with me, but I can't see your face?" "Yeah." It took a moment for Dad to speak, and he finally said, "Okay. It's a deal." Holy shit. We weren't just going to keep fucking; we were going to date too. "But will you stay the night with me from now? Every time we meet?" I wanted to, but how? "No face." It was all I could really say. After a pause, he said, "How about I set the alarm for early morning before it gets light out. That way, I won't have to see your face, and I can still sleep in your arms every time. I'm lonely, Carlos. I've fought this feeling for too long. I'm ready to be serious again. But I know these things take time, so I'll wait however long I need to until you're ready to start something serious with me." This was too much for me to ponder at the moment. I needed to process all this because I'd started something that I couldn't take back. If I ended it now, I'd hurt him. Maybe he'd get over it, but then, what about me? I'd be left with nothing, and I wanted to be this close to him. I wanted his love in a way that only a man would ever experience. I wanted his body and submission for my own satisfaction and happiness. Most of all, I wanted this new bond with him. "Okay," I said. I need my dad. I couldn't be away from him, not after what we'd done. "I'll go set the alarm now." Dad rushed out of bed and struggled with seeing where to grab his phone. Once he managed to find it and set the alarm, he returned to my arms. I turned us both on our sides so that I could spoon him from behind. I gave him random kisses on the back of his head and the nape of his neck until we were ready to fall asleep. Dominating my dirty dad in the dark was no longer a meaningless fling; it was the start of something more real than I'd ever had in my life. He'd eventually become my first real boyfriend. Maybe not right now since we hadn't agreed to be just yet, but at some point, it would have to happen if we kept this going. He wanted love, and so did I. But I'd forever be stuck as Carlos. And forever in the dark. ***INFO*** Want more by Rod Rey? 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