it stayed in the family verseXgambol

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Coda had this fire around him, these last years. From having been a rather sweet daddy's boy growing up, he stepped out of his old man's shadow and met other boys. He could be considered a late bloomer, but a full wild garden when he sprung. His bones lifted him taller than most other contemporaries, and he hung some muscle on that otherwise spindly frame, too, mostly around his vast shoulders. His youth showed in the other, long limbs and the taut skin on his face. He shared some of those features with his father, too.

Going from cute to handsome overnight gave him power in his social circles. It was a power he came to abuse. He had loved his own metamorphosis and tired his best to push others through theirs as well. His dalliances were as eye-opening as they were hurtful to those he forced them on. Perhaps not everyone wanted to be as free as him. There certainly were a couple of broken hearts in his wake, when he taught them about themselves.

There were other sins; chemical, physical. Broken bones. Just a boy being a boy, really, following toxic impulses and perhaps old traditions. One thing was for sure, Coda was enjoying himself, likely too much, because he knew all his new pastimes were wrong. That's what made them delicious. From having been an obedient child into this barely adult, he was eating and choking on all the things he'd been avoiding, judging and out right feared when he still listened to his parents.

He was in his parents rooms now, because dad had asked him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed that he'd run to when he had nightmares as a kid. Nestled between his parents he'd be safe. In the daylight coming in from the window, hitting all the trinkets he hadn't seen in a while since he was never in here, he felt a bit nostalgic. And maybe that was why his old way of thinking reared itself. Why had dad asked him here? This would be a private conversation, with mom working the garden outside. From this angle she'd have to tend to the bushes right under the window to see in.

When dad had asked, he had been tense. Coda couldn't help but guess which of his sins dad might have discovered, even if dad hadn't looked grave in that way. He'd almost looked... embarrassed? Coda tugged the tie off his dark hair and kept the tie around his wrist. Black t-shirt and blue jeans on his lengthy frame. Maybe we are all reduced to the children we were, when we're waiting for our parents to see us, for a talk? He felt defensive, and still a bit reassured. He knew the kind of shame his lifestyle brought on the holier parts of his parent's personalities. He just thought they'd pretend they didn't know until he moved out.

 

[Gambol]

Kash prided himself a traditional family man, and the patriarch of their small family. His wife was perfectly content with that so long as she could maintain her small flower design shop on the side. Thus, they came to a mutual agreement that while Kash would handle their bills and mortgage, Mira could focus on keeping their house well-decorated with rustic farmhouse china and tweed throw pillows.

Their marriage became the envy of their close-knit social circle. And while it seemed the happy couple were untouchable; their son had a mean streak of youthful wiles and impulses. Coda was often a subject of controversy as a result, especially among the neighborhood moms that Mira had surrounded herself with. It was for that reason Kash and Mira, who usually worked out their problems amicably, clashed.

Mira could not understand how her sweet little boy could change so much seemingly overnight. She took a more proactive stance when it came to disciplining Coda; either by taking away his privileges or admonishing him severely.

Kash was more passive. Coda had always been daddy's little boy growing up, and thus it was habitual of Kash to give him free reign on self-indulgences. Sure, he got by with a few slaps on the wrist, but boys will be boys, and Coda was a lot like him in his youth.

However, there was something that Kash had been hiding from Coda and Mira in fear of uprooting their family unit. It was a desire that had not been weathered with age, but instead, became exacerbated throughout the years since he said his wedding vows. And recently, it had become increasingly true the more that he had learned of his son's escapades.

It was a sexual attraction to men, and Kash was unsure just how to go about navigating it.

Thus, that Sunday afternoon when his wife was out in the back weeding her flower beds, Kash had sat his son down in their bedroom.

"Coda, there's something I want to discuss with you—something I have been keeping away from you and your mother. Promise me that you won't say a single word to her." Coda inherited his dark hair from him. Kash's own dark locks had a few streaks of gray in them, but for his age, and the fact that he played tennis as often as he could, he was still in decently good shape.

He tightened his fists, finding it difficult to even find the words to breach the subject of his sexuality. Finally, after a deep exhale, Kash opened his eyes again to gaze at his son. "You have...more experience with this kind of thing—men. Fucking men, loving- Looks like the apple didn't fall far from the tree." He let out a bitter chuckle as he turned his gaze away to stare ahead of him.

 

[Verse]

Already when his father came into the room Coda knew this wasn't going to be a normal talking-to. There wasn't the confidence of anger or the posture of disappointment in the older male. Instinctively, Coda already felt like he had the upper hand. But he was confused too when his father sat down carefully beside him. While they still hung out, their family was close despite the things the son had started to do, it had been a while since he and his father had sat this close.

He found himself leaning closer when Kash started speaking. Almost as though he didn't want to miss a word, since they came out rather delicate. He got the feeling he might not get another chance to hear them, if he missed them the first time. And, as he'd grown rather predatory during his nights away from this home, he sensed that his father was being vulnerable now. It made him want to know even more.

The confession that spilled out seemed to be a long time coming, and the son knew what it was before his father even stopped talking. What a delicious morsel. He didn't have to think much about what to do next. He'd been put in the perfect position to take advantage, so he started the process. He put his hand on his dad's shoulder, a gesture that would forever be altered now that he knew what was in Kash's heart. The hand stroked inward to dab fingers on the back of Kash's neck. It'd feel affectionate, but Coda also laced the caress with something else.

"That's alright dad. I'm glad you told me." he said and wrapped his palm around his father's neck from behind, to reassure but also to establish some form of dominance already, playing with the hairline there. "I'm here for you. I think it's important you share everything with me. It's going to be safe. Just let me know everything you're feeling." he continued and scooted closer. It was hard not to grin and show Kash exactly what he was thinking, but he managed to keep his understanding and engaged expression.

"Like, what makes you think you like men, dad? Tell me what you like about them. Is it, like, physical?" he prodded. He knew his dad loved his mother, so it wasn't hard to gather that there was a physical attraction to men that had to be at the base or start of this. And the more he could steer the conversation that way, the more he'd get his father on track for what he now wanted to do.

His other hand landed gently first ontop of his father's thigh. He turned toward him on the bed and stroked both the back of his neck and thigh, all disguised as gentle physical connections, but also trying make his father think of the things that Coda wanted him to talk about and bring up.

 

[Gambol]

Kash found himself relaxing against his son's touch. For as long as he could remember, he had been a rather physical man. And he supposed a lot of it eventually trickled down to Coda, who displayed similar tendencies when he was around people he cared about. A lot could be said through a simple pat on the shoulder or a fist bump. Kash liked to tousle his son's hair, or sometimes throw him over his shoulder when he was younger. Sometimes that translated to roughhousing as expected of a close father son duo.

But Coda eventually outgrew his daddy's boy phase and Kash's business took off. He didn't think it'd be much longer until Coda eventually moved out. And being so young and strapping, would he have been surprised if he ended up knocking up a girl along the way?

Well, but gossip gets around town quickly. A small part of him dreaded the fact that his past could be dredged up again. And one after another, here he was, admitting to his son that he had and always will attracted to the same sex despite marrying a woman.

The bed dipped as Coda's body inched closed to him. Nothing was out of the ordinary. If anything, Kash seemed to appreciate the sentiment. His son still loved him.

"I don't know, Coda," his gaze was still fixed to his opposite. "I guess- i don't know. Everything." How could he explain adequately that it drove him crazy when he was dominated by a bigger man? Or forced into submission by someone who exuded masculinity? His wife had always been more of a follower than a leader in the bedroom. And although it was nice, sometimes he wanted someone else to take the lead.

Once or twice, his eyes might have strayed, but he had stayed loyal to his marriage. Thus far anyways. He became conscious of the way Coda was stroking his thigh, and Kash swallowed hardly.

"Coda, you shouldn't be asking your old man shit like this. Right?" Oh, but deep down, Kash loved to suck cock. There was something so intimate about throating an entire dick and being so satisfied afrer as load after load flooded his mouth.

His pants felt like it was tightening, and damn, he was forced to uncomfortably reposition himself so he didn't accidentally show how aroused he was. Fuck, he shouldn't be having such thoughts, especially with his son so close like this.

Kash cleared his throat and finally dared to look at Coda. And suddenly when he was gazing into his eyes, he found himself enraptured by the way they seemed to stare into his soul. It made his face hot.

"Damn it, Coda. I shouldn't be having this conversation with you. My marriage; your parents marriage is too important. .v

 

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He could feel the heat coming off his father. He could even smell the difference on Kash's skin. So Coda continued to nurture it. Even if dad knew about relationships, he hadn't been trying to seduce another in an aggressive way for a while. That's all Coda did when he go the chance, these days. He could apply the right pressure, depending on what he wanted. He could decide how his father would leave this interaction. It's a rite of passage to physically overwhelm your own parent, but maybe he wanted to do more than that. And it seemed Kash wanted that too, even if he was trying to deny it.

As evasive as the older male was being, his flush said it all. Not that he was being coy, or that he was trying to get something off his chest that was hard, but the signs that his son could read were fuck me. So Coda let him blabber on, and get it out, while applying a more intimate massage to his father's thigh. Kash didn't know it, thought he was plying with the thought of leaving this conversation and never coming back, but he was actually handing over the reins to his son. It was a common mistake.

"I'm asking to help you, dad." Even though Kash turned slightly, Coda had well clocked the rise in his pants. It was hard to miss. Which meant this could only go one way now. And Coda would make sure it happened soon. When he got the chance, he burrowed into his father's eyes. Sitting close like this, Coda put on an encouraging, but dominant expression, to make Kash feel as though he was safe, but also wouldn't be able to fight back if he chose to. Almost a bit scolding.

"I'm the only one you can ask, dad." he said to correct his father. "We don't have to tell mom." he assured him, which also held some suggestion. "Like that time you found my stash." he said and ran his hand through his father's hair, making sure to rake the scalp intimately on the way. "Now it's time you show me how you're feeling." he said and placed his other hand on his father's knee, and the turned him back toward him, to present the bulge clear as day. It was fucked up that a father could get a hard on from his son by what little they had done, even if it had been by Coda's intention.

He leaned in, hand locked behind his father's neck to keep him there, bending Kash's head down, to he make the man look at his own restrained cock. "I want you to be honest, dad. Show me. I'm your son. You can be yourself with me." And even placed a kiss on Kash's temple before he let go, and leaned back slightly. "Take it your cock out. And tell me what you like about cocks, what you think about doing to them."

 

[Gambol]

He swallowed what felt like a lump down his throat as Coda's hand just barely grazed his barely concealed bulge. Despite the fact that he had physically turned away from his son, he was mortified at the thought of his son still being able to make out his growing arousal. He wasn't...that type of man to be lusting after Coda; his own flesh and blood. God it was wrong, but it wasn't hard for him to understand why his son had such a reputation in their social circle.

Coda shared many of his physical traits, but he was also the perfect mish mash of his parents' best genes. He's young, handsome, and with a rebellious streak that just so happened to garner ample attention from the rest of his peers; perhaps even those who weren't. And the dangerous part was that he knew it. What Kash hadn't accounted for was the fact that he himself would end up victim to his son's seduction. His kind words of encouragement were laced with a subtle invitation for the taboo.

Kash had made the mistake of returning his gaze because the way he looked at him was like a predator would its prey. Then there was the way he was practically undressing him that slight shivers ran down his spine, and it made his own cock throb. Fuck, the smallest part of his brain that wanted to reject his advances was being suffocated by the primal urge to be dominated. If he didn't try to pry himself loose, he was sure that it wouldn't be long before Coda was mounting him on his marital bed.

"Coda," he pleaded in an attempt to voice how wrong this was. "We can't...-" In spite of his weak attempts to ward him off, he froze, and was unable to resist letting his son pull his thighs back to reveal his erection tenting his pants. "Oh God, Coda, no...we can't. I'm our father, and damn it, we just can't. Listen to me."

Coda's hands on the back of his head made him hitch his breath. And as Coda brought attention to his own thick bulge straining against his pants, he swallowed once more in shock and....anticipation. His son wasted no time in goading his father into incest.

The way he spoke to him with such brashness and dominance was nothing he had ever heard from Coda. But from men that he desired? It was everything that he had wanted. He was always meant to submit to the stronger men.

"I-" Kash was rendered speechless as his head was guided closer towards his son's clothed erection. He wanted to continue to tell him they couldn't, but it was like his mouth had a mind of its own and his brain had short-circuited. "I love the way they smell," he admitted quietly. "I love the way they're salty, and bitter, and how hot it feels to have a fat load down my throat. And then to be bred..."

Kash suddenly gained the strength to pull back in an attempt to put some distance between them. "Coda, we can't. I'm your father, and you're my son. I can't do this to your mother."

 

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He knew the magic he was spinning around his father. Kash had always proven to be sensitive to the mood in a room, perhaps as a reaction to Coda's tendency and ability to control it. Coda had always connected to it as he grew up, hanging out and playing with his father. Usually Kash would pick up on what his son wanted without the boy having to say anything, and Kash would act accordingly. They were like a two-man act, mostly. When they played pretend, back when Coda was still sweet and willing to please his father and everyone else, dad would play all the characters in all the ways Coda wanted. Coda had forgotten most of that lately. He had just avoided his family.

But now he remembered. He had never really tried to weaponize it before, at least not with blood relatives. But it felt natural to pet his father and have him slowly undone by his son's influence. Kash protested, but Coda felt it in his lack of tension. So he did part Kash's legs and looked at the beautiful but smaller bulge. That's all he needed, really. The proof. The rest was just a delicious formality. He'd aroused his father, and his father was yielding. Coda just needed to play his part right. It wasn't like virgins hadn't tried to keep pure with him before. And he wanted Kash now. Wanted to defile this good and loving man. Make him an addict.

He almost laughed when his father's breathing broke at the touch on the back of his head. Now Kash had to look down at the embarrassing truth. Coda played with the roots of Kash's hair to blend the pleasant signals with the mortification of being hard for his own son. He looked at his father's face as it was dumbfounded with lust, staring down. "That's it, be honest." he whispered while the confession spilled out of Kash's mouth. It would be freeing to the older male to be so honest, finally, even if he was still struggling against it.

And when Kash came to, he pulled back, or tried, and that triggered his darling son's dominant behavior. Coda did not let the man lean away, his grip on the back of Kash's neck growing harder. He toppled his dad over and pressed Kash's face into his son's crotch. "Then smell it dad." he said sternly, not letting his father up, forcing Kash's mouth and nose against the sleeping fat cock underneath the blue denim. Eventually Kash would have to breathe, and he'd get a faceful of his son's aroma, sweaty and intimate and darkly, deeply musky. "That's what you want." Coda said between his teeth, filled with confidence for bullying and forcing his own dad.

"Mom's not gonna know. And this is who you are. You don't have a choice, dad." he reminded before finally letting the man up, but holding on to the back of his head by his hair. He forced Kash to stay there so Coda could whisper in his hear. "Now, open your pants. I'll let you make the decision, I'll let you go, if your cock is bigger than mine." And if Kash still persisted, his son would shake him by his hair and then hiss into his ear again. "I know you want this, dad. I know you want me to tell you what to do. Don't fucking oppose me now. You asked for this. I'm giving it to you. Now I'm telling you to show me your cock."

And, of course, the man had no chance of having greater length or girth than his son. Once Coda got what he wanted, and the cock that had spawned him showed, he'd tell his father. "Now free mine." And the man would see what kind of monster his son had grown. Fat and long, half-hard only, bowed forward, with a fat neck and a dark head, all of it pulsating with deeply colored veins. Even half filled, it'd dwarf his father's dick.

 

[Gambol]

Kash had tried to pull his head back against Coda's grip but a small part of him; the one that desired to be dominated, did not want to break free. In that little moment of indecision, Coda overpowered him. His face was planted right into his son's crotch.

This was wrong, and fucked up. But what was even more so wasn't the fact that his son seemed to be deriving enjoyment from his humilitation, but that he was enjoying being humiliated. Losing control over his impulses, Kash pushed his nose right up to his groin between his cock and thigh. And with a deep inhale, he took in his son's musky scent.

His mind began to race just as his heart did. Only then did he begin to wonder just how many men Coda had fucked and dominated. It was disturbing to think that he was this close to becoming another one of his conquests. Did they all fall victim to the same tupe of tactics he employed? This thought warranted another sniff before he wedged his face in more. He could practically feel how big his dick was by how it pressed up against his cheek. This was it, this cock must be bigger than even his own. Somehow, he had always imagined that big cock was exactly what he was meant to service day in and out. Kash was turning into a cockslut, and he feared he didn't know how to stop it. And worse, he was submitting to Coda.

The younger male abruptly pulled him off by the roots of his hair. In his grip, his dark locks had fallen out into a state of disarray. Yet, the way the weight of his head was in his hand made his dick twitch.

"C-Coda. No, don't-" He shakily breathed out as his hand reached out to support himself on Coda's knee. He had tried this method to put more distance between them, but it was failing fast. Kash winced as his son pulled him in to harshly whisper into his ear. This wasn't what he wanted, so much as what he needed. Admitting this would mean succumbing to the most damnable of sins. If word got out that Coda had managed to make his father submit to him, oh God, he couldn't even begin to imagine it.

The little wager his son suggested put him at an immediate disadvantage. He swallowed thickly, knowing that there was no way he could win. But nevertheless, after but a second of hesitating, he was pulling down his boxers to reveal his erection. Being handled so roughly by Coda had aroused him beyond measure as evident by a bead of pre-cum on the tip of his dick. He could only look to the side in shame.

But before long, his son had made yet another difficult demand. If he saw it—his son's member—unrestrained and in its full glory, he wouldn't be able to resist crumbling under submission.

Time had slowed to a crawl as his hands reached for the zipper of his jeans. Unceremoniously, he pulled it down, and with his fingers, dug in to free his length. Kash was speechless. Even at half mast, this was the perfect cock. Kash was obsessed with the angry pink of the head of his member. Then it was the veins running along the shaft that made him want to run his mouth along it. He wanted to become intimate with each groove of his dick; his son's fat dick. And he wanted to remember the way his balls would smell once his nose was buried in it.

Kash looked up at him with a difficult expression. "Coda, please. No more. I won't...you can't. I've never disapproved of you sleeping around, but I'm the only thing you can't. It's wrong."

 

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There was a hard, belt-like snap to those who refused the forced intimacy Coda offered like this. He could feel it in their heads when they jerked back. But with his father, there was something allowing in his fight. Yeah, Coda had seen it before. A reluctant but inevitable surrender. No matter who was stronger, his dad did not use all his own power to push back. That meant Kash was partially fighting himself in this, too. It made the son sure that he was giving his father something he wanted. And the fat, younger cock twitched inside the denim when the head of his patriarch ended up in there. Coda groaned to feel Kash's breath and then the nuzzling. It'd be hard to ever deny it after that. But it was kind of the point, to watch his strong father turning into a whimpering, nonsense-spouting bitch.

He moved his hips up into Kash's face and for a while they were aligned by their desires, because Kash stopped the bullshit, inhaling and cozying down to Coda's pride an joy. Kash certainly couldn't go back now that he had sinuses full of his son's cock perfume. Such an elicit picture they made together, on the marital bed. Was Kash really that far from just sucking it? Coda had to be patient. He was sure he could tame his father into the cock addict they both wanted him to be. The youthful meat pulsated for the father's attention. It promised of grand games once Kash gave in. He was mostly there already.

It was Coda who had to bring Kash out of his lap. Like the grown man would have stayed there and marinated in the smell until it was part of him, if Coda hadn't pulled him. Coda could see the confusion and lust overwhelming dad's denial. He still whispered, and Kash took the words like a bitch in heat. Coda was sure by looking as his father's weak expression that the game was on, even before he'd agreed. He gave Kash freedom to incriminate himself. Coda tilted his head when he looked at the erected member from which he'd sprung. Seemed like a rite of passage to surpass it with his own.

"That's adorable, dad." he said. It was clear where his own size had come from, but Kash couldn't beat him by a long shot. Coda stroked the underside of Kash's cockhead, to pet it, sure it'd be torture, before he leaned back to let his father free his own doom. Coda sighed when his cock was finally free. His father's reaction was stellar, and Coda squirmed with triumph as the half-hard cock continued to fill, rising as they both watched, dwarfing Kash's member. The way Kash's fixated on it was very telling. That was the beginnings of a whore. He snickered and shook his head at his father begging, but he liked the sound of it, though.

With a swift shove, he had pushed Kash onto his back in Kash's own bed, where he'd lay his wife. Koda got on his knees on the bed as well, between his father's legs before he raised them. And then parted them widely. Pushing his hips forward, Coda put his now fully hard member against Kash's. The head of the son's cock sniffed under Kash's and started flopping Kash's cock onto his stomach, so Coda's could ride it, all the way until their balls mashed together. With Coda's full length put up against Kash's, it was clear to see Coda was thicker and longer, and overall rougher than his dad. He moved his hips to saw his cock down on his dad's.

"Ah, sorry old man. You lose this one." he bullied and laughed. He was holding both Kash's ankles up but let go of one so he could grab both their dicks and start jerking them. "Why are you so turned on by your son?" he asked, darkly and started jerking the rods faster. "And since you lost, that means you're my bitch right? Just the way you wanted. You sick excuse for a father."