Popular Post FallenAway Posted January 9, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted January 9, 2023 In May of 2020, geektofreek posted this short story: A Conversation with My Son I liked the scenario so much that I wanted it to continue. I wrote an extension of the conversation for my own pleasure, squeezed quite a bit of private enjoyment from it -  - and then sort of forgot about it until yesterday. With all due respect and credit to geektofreek who hasn't been around any of their previous platforms for a quite a while, I decided to repost the original story followed by my extension. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Warning: The son in the story is 19 years old. Although there is no sexual contact between the father and son, their conversation is undeniably sexual. If this is likely to bother you, don't read it. ********************************************* A Conversation with My Son by geektofreek (Part 1, slightly edited) I donât usually like to talk about these sorts of things. Personal problems and such. But my son, Aidan.... Heâs just growing so out of control! You would think at nineteen-years old he would have stopped or slowed down a little. But no, not him. Itâs almost as if his growth just keeps increasing. Taller, wider, bigger. This never-ending factory of testosterone! Especially his muscles. 270-pounds now. Iâve honestly never felt so small and inferior around another man before! âM-Maybe itâs time you get a girlfriend or something, Aidan...â I couldnât help but stutter one night. Right at the dinner table, watching him obsessively flex between bites, so in love with own increasing power, his own muscles. He could barely take his eyes off himself. âMeh...â Aidan, grunted in response after finishing off every bit of meat. *BURRRPPP! âNo oneâs really caught my attention...â He continued, giving his mammoth muscle arm a couple of pumps. 24-inches of hulking teenage bicep. Seeming not even the slightest bit interested in the conversation. No girls. Not even guys. I honestly wouldnât have cared if he was gay. But it was always just about his muscles. Nothing more. âPlus, I honestly just want to focus on getting bigger...â  Aidan stated like always. Pumping the Everest-sized peak of freaky bicep, right up against his face, staring at it obsessively. âBigger?â I stuttered, dropping my fork to the floor. And yet the conversation had me completely captivated. With my curiosity at a tipping point. I just had to know... How big did my son want to grow? âWell, like... how much bigger...?â I finally had to ask. Seeing a bit of surprise in his face, the big wheels in his small head slowly began to turn with his face turning a little red. It was almost as if he was embarrassed to admit. âItâs okay, son... weâre all friends here.â I tried to comfort him. But my curiosity wasnât prepared for the magnitude of my sonâs muscle lust. âI donât know, Dad...â Aidan, finally spoke up. âIâve honestly been having the craziest dreams...â He continued, already making me gulp, watching him bring down one of his arms, adjusting himself in his seat, pulling and tugging at his skintight bulging gym shorts. âMuscle growth dreams, I guess you could say...â He bit his lip. âMuscle growth dreams?â I questioned. âYeah, Dad...â Aidan, gulped. âExcept sometimes, well... I donât ever stop growing!â He shockingly continued. âBigger, and bigger, and BIGGER!â Groaning with this insatiable lust. âJ-Jesus, Aidan...â I stuttered in disbelief, especially as I watched his huge nipples begin to harden, adjusting himself so much in his chair it began to creak and crack, almost as if he was getting horned up. â400... 500-POUNDS of muscle!!â Aidan unexpectedly snarled his untamed beastly muscle lust. Suddenly flexing into a most muscular pose, blowing his tank-top apart like paper right at the dinner table. *RIIIIPPPP* âF-FUCK!!â Making me squeal like some schoolgirl, shrink into my chair, suddenly overshadowed by these two monstrous blimps of muscle-breast, pecs bigger than watermelons and twice as hairy as my own. âBut youâre already so big, son...â I blubbered in confusion, feeling as if I had opened the biggest can of worms. And yet he wasnât nearly finished describing his fantasy. âMore... and more... AND MORE!â He shamelessly continued. â800-pounds... 900-POUNDS! Urrghhh!â Aidan really groaned, grossly bucking his hips, thumping his huge dick a couple times against the underside of the table. â1000-pounds...â Aidan shuddered, whimpered, as if that was the ultimate number. This big ungodly muscle goal. âUnnghh... Iâm so sorry, Dad...â Aidan cringed looking down at his foot-long boner lifting the table off the floor. Trying to stop himself, control himself. I once heard his friends refer to it as âThe big pussy crusher.â âI just get so excited...â Aidan admitted, rubbing his gigantic muscle chest, flicking his huge, rock-hard muscle nips even though he was embarrassed. Then again, this wasnât the first time this had happened. Seeing my son uncontrollably horned up was becoming an increasingly frequent awkward event, usually occurring after a heavy workout, but never so randomly like this. âLook, son...â I tried to be supportive. âThatâs quite the huge appetite youâve got there...â I stated admiringly. With his cock still raging out of control, tilting the table, sliding the dishes slowly towards me. My unsatisfied curiosity drove my ignorance to a whole new playing field. âIs it even possible for someone to grow that big?!â I donât know why I asked. Obviously it wasnât possible. And yet, I couldnât seem to stop myself from feeding into my sonâs insane fantasies. âI donât know if itâs possible, Dad... but I want it SO BAD!â Aidan groaned with unbearable lust, cringing, and gritting his teeth helplessly, with his cock suddenly throbbing, raging, appearing to be a whole inch longer and thicker. I thought he was going to cum! I remembered all those times I had to change his sheets in the past couple of months, all the wet dreams he was having... Were they all about him growing!? âJeez, son... at that size, youâd be squatting semi-trucks,â I said jokingly... *RIIIPPPPP* âSEMI-TRUCKS!? Unnnghh, DAD!!!â Aidan roared with embarrassment as he finally came uncontrollably. âMy LEGS would have to be ENORMOUS!!â He roared with wonder, as if I just exploded his imagination. I watched his gym shorts blow apart with his huge horse-crushing cock emerging, engorging to a whole new level of monstrosity, gushing like a fire hydrant, so much cum I didnât even think it was possible! Rope after rope of thick, warm semen all over the chair, the table, his feet... his gigantic ape-sized hairy muscle legs. âYOU shouldnât SAY such things, DAD!!!â Aidan had totally lost it, groaning in total ecstasy from a big rumbling pleasure explosion, tilting his head back helplessly. What a fucking beast! While his eyes were closed in cringing embarrassment, I shamelessly peeked under the table... âOh god...â I was even more astonished. How was this my own creation? My own flesh and blood? My own son? I had never seen a cock so big in my life... not even in the wildest porn! And he couldnât stop cumming, leaking so much man-juice all over the floor and his shoes, draining his big bull-sized testicles to the very last drop, like he hadnât released himself in months, rumbling our tiny house as he helplessly bucked his huge, car-crushing muscle butt. âDad... please...â Aidan choked up a bit. I knew I must have been caught. âPlease donât look...â he begged me. I didnât know how to respond. Raising my head, I saw him still panting, with his tongue sticking out, his face surrounded by muscle, suffocated by his pecs, drooling helplessly down his colossal hairy chest. âI swear, Iâm not gay!!â Aidan unexpectedly continued. âI just really... REALLY like MUSCLE!â He shuddered a bit more, shooting out one last throat-choking load, all his muscles bulging, tensing. âJesus, fuck, son...â Was all I could say. âI guess Iâd better start buying you more meat, then.â *************************************************** Part 2 - The Conversation with My Son Continues by FallenAway âJesus, fuck, son...â Was all I could say. âI guess Iâd better start buying you more meat, then.â Aidan moaned and looked at me, half surprised and half worried, maybe. âLetâs double your portions. How does that sound?â His chest expanded with a huge breath, and his monstrous cock started tilting the table again. âDad! What are you saying?â âIâm proud of you, son. I love you. I want to help you follow your dreams. How about triple portions? Is that enough?â âAww, fuck!â He groaned and arched his back, popping eight bricks of hard abdominal muscle into sharp relief. âDad! Thatâs enough!â He exhaled and paused, flexing the huge balls of his biceps again. âFor nowâŠâ He started to relax. âThatâs my boy! No limits, right? Do you need heavier weights? Should I buy some old cars for you to lift?â âJESUS, FUCK!â His body went rigid, and the table finally rose high enough to send all the dishes crashing to the floor. âIâm sorry, Dad! It never got that big before! I didnât mean toâŠâ âThereâs nothing to be sorry about, son! Youâre a growing boy. No⊠youâre a man now. And Iâm going to help you become the biggest, strongest, most muscular man who ever lived! How does that sound?â âUnnnnghâŠâ Aidan tensed all his muscles. âFuck, that sounds great, Dad! I canât believe youâre not mad at me.â âMad at you? What for? For being a fucking muscle stud? I couldnât be prouder! Besides, I wouldnât dare get mad at you. With all that muscle, you could probably pick me up with one hand and throw me through that wall!â âGOD, DAMMIT!! Donât SAY that Dad!!â He grimaced. âI mean⊠Iâve thought about that⊠and youâre right, I could. But fuck! I donât want to do that!â âI know, son. Iâm just saying, I know you could. Itâs obvious. But you wonât need to do that, because I will be happy to do anything you want that will keep you growing and help you to look even better than you do right now. Youâre a beautiful young man, Aidan.â He was rubbing his thick chest again. âReally? You think I look good like this, Pop?â âHell, yeah, son! You know Iâm not gay, but any man who looks at you must be wishing he looked like that. I could never dream of looking as good as you, and thatâs why Iâm so amazed and proud to have such strong, handsome son. Like I said, anything I can do to helpâŠâ âWell⊠Iâm gonna need bigger clothesâŠâ âObviously! Weâll have to get things that stretch a lot, and theyâll show off your muscles better.â âCool. And⊠this is kind of weird, so you can say no if you want, butâŠâ He stood up and put one of his big hands over his much bigger dick out of modesty. âCould you help me trim my body hair? Itâs coming in so thick I canât keep up with it, you know?â âI can see that.â His body was stunning. So huge and tall and⊠so powerful! It was hard to believe he was only 19. âI donât want to shave, though. I want to look like a real man, so if we could just keep it short and sexy, less like a gorilla, you know?â âI know exactly what you mean, I agree. A man should have some body hair, in moderation. We might have to trim it every couple of days, son. And thatâs fine with me.â âThanks, but honestly it needs to be done every day. You wouldnât believe how fast it grows. My butt crack looks like a forest, and I canât reach back there⊠Sorry, Dad! Thatâs gross. I donât expect you to doâŠâ âItâs fine Aidan, really. Donât forget, I used to put diapers on that butt! Although it wasnât as big and hard as it is now. It looks like a couple of boulders!â âFuck yeah!â He turned sideways and flexed so his ass looked higher and rounder. âThatâs from all the squats. The girls love my ass. They canât keep their hands off it.â He smirked. âJeez, Dad, I canât believe youâre being so cool about this. I really appreciate it.â âNot a problem, I want you to be happy. Um, can I suggest something?â âSure, Dad. Of course.â He did a side flex and admired his thick biceps and triceps. âWell, I think youâve been spending so much time in the gym that you never get out in the sun. No offense, but youâre rather pale. Donât you think you would look better with a good tan? When you were younger you used to get as brown as a chestnut in the summer when you spent more time around our pool.â Aidan smiled as he looked down at his bumpy abs and his tree-trunk quads. He blushed a little. âYouâre not the first one to say that. Iâve been so focused on getting bigger I wasnât paying attention. I guess that would look hot, especially after you trim all this hair.â âYouâre gonna look like a fucking god, son. I mean, you already do, but youâll be a golden god.â He smirked again. âThe thing I hate though, Pop, is trying to get tanning oil all over my body.â He turned his back to me. (He was right, his butt crack did look like a dark forest.) âThatâs a lot of area to cover.â He flexed his back and spread his lats. Muscle rippled everywhere. âI canât reach my back now that my arms are so fucking huge.â He raised his arms into a double biceps pose. I could feel the heat coming off his body and felt a little lightheaded. âYou see the problem, Dad?â He looked back at me with a sparkle in his eyes. âUm⊠thatâs not a problem, son. Thatâs a goddamned wonder of the world! How did you get so big?â He turned around to face me again, squeezing his big, soft dick. âLots of lifting, and a hell of a lot of food. You know that. You buy the groceries.â It was true. I had been spending a lot more on food lately, and it was just the two of us in the house since his mother died years ago. I know I wasnât eating more than usual. Maybe less, in fact. Aidan took a step closer to me. âSo, what do you say, Pop? Do you think you can help me get that tanning oil all over my huge body? Or would that be too weird?â âWeird? No, why would it be weird? You need help, and Iâm here to help.â  âUh huh. You keep saying that. I know you want me to take good care of this.â He ran his hand up and down one side of his torso, feeling his smooth teenaged skin. âSo, Iâm thinking, since you work from home now, you can start the day by cooking us a nice big breakfast like you do on Sundays, except every day. A dozen eggs, bacon, oatmeal. You donât have to eat it if you donât want to, but I need a big breakfast, okay.â He stroked his abs. âOkay. That makes sense.â His skin was so smooth and tight against his muscles. I really did want him to take care of it. âThen I can use that fuel for my first workout of the day in the basement. You can get something done for a while. Unless you want to watch me lift.  Maybe you would like that.â He flexed one massive bicep again and looked at it, then at me. âMaybe. I would be curious⊠If itâs okay with you.â âHell yeah, I like an audience. It helps me grow.â He smiled that crooked smile again. So fucking handsome! He continued, âWhile I'm lifting you can towel me off between sets because I sweat a lot. Thatâs why I drink gallons of water every day.â It was amazing to see how much he could swallow in one go, with his big Adams apple bobbing up and down on his thick neck. âYouâll want to rub me nice and dry so it will be easier to trim all this fucking hair.â He widened his stance and let his dick and balls dangle while he ran both hands over the silky black hair on his muscular thighs and calves. He dragged his hand up his furry abs and chest. I was thinking carefully about how much hair to leave on each part of his body to enhance his gorgeous muscles. I wondered how I would handle his bush and his balls. He snapped his fingers. âAre you still with me, Pops?â I startled a bit. âYes, of course, son. I was just⊠planning.â âAlright, Iâll need a big protein shake after each workout, so make sure you have those ready to feed my muscles. They get really fucking hungry after I lift!â He flexed both arms again and growled. âIâm sure they do, son. Iâm sure they do. Iâll have what you need. Donât worry.â âGreat. Iâll drink my shake while you start trimming the body hair. Make sure you get a top-quality trimmer. I donât want any snags from some cheap, dull blade, okay?â He gave me a look to make sure I knew he was serious. âIâll get the best, Aidan. Only the best for you and your body. Trust me.â âI trust you, Dad.â He reached out and squeezed my bony shoulder. It was the first time he had touched me in a long time. It felt nice. âAfter the trimming, Iâll need a shower.â âOf course.â I waited for him to go on, but he didnât. âWould you wantâŠ? I mean, would you needâŠ?â I couldnât say what I was thinking. I felt my face flush. His smiled a little and reassured me. âI would never ask you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.â I felt⊠relieved? âBut⊠if you want to⊠I mean, it would be fine with me if you wanted to join me. Then you wouldnât have to shower earlier. It would save you some time, and it would really help me if you could make sure I get all that hair rinsed off. And I canât wash my own fucking back anymore, because, well, you see how big I am. And Iâll be getting biggerâŠâ My heart was thumping, thinking about my son getting bigger. âYou donât want me to get acne on my back, do you, Dad? How would that look?â âTerrible. It would look terrible son. Your beautiful skinâŠâ âI know, I need to keep it that way. And guys shower together all the time at the gym. âNo homo,â as they say, right Pops?â He grinned. âI trust you, Dad. Even though Iâm fucking irresistible!â He threw another pose and laughed. âIâm just kidding! We understand each other, donât we?â He playfully shoved a huge fist against my shoulder. I understood. I really did. âOf course, son. I would be honored to shower with you if it will help. I only hope it doesnât bother you to look at my old body. Iâm just an ordinary human, unlike you.â âHeh! I like that, thanks! It wonât bother me. Matter of fact, I like to compare my muscle bod to smaller guys. It makes me feel so much bigger and better. Because I am. Itâs just a fact.â âIt is, youâre right. No point in being modest about it. Youâre the finest specimen of a man Iâve ever seen.â âThanks, Dad. Iâm so glad we can talk about this now. I thought you were going to try to talk me out of growing as big as I want to. And I never thought Iâd be standing here all fucking naked with you in the dining room. This is so cool.â âItâs a new experience for both of us, son. It does feel good.â I couldnât stop scanning his body. How could that be made from the same genetic material as mine? He looked like a different species. âSo after our shower, youâll want to get that tanning oil on me right away. It would be good to lock the moisture in while Iâm still wet. We might as well do that out by the pool. I can spread out on one of the lounge chairs while you put a nice shine on these muscles. Now that I think about it, you need to get a bigger, sturdier lounge chair. Iâm so fucking tall and massive now, I donât think the ones we have will hold me anymore. Even at my current weight, Iâll just crush them. Look for a metal one, and make sure it has a 500 lb. weight limit. That should do it⊠for now.â My heart fluttered. I felt like I should be writing all this down, but I knew all the details would be burned in my memory. âWhat kind of tanning oil do you want?â âGood question. Just get the most expensive kind. You donât want to take any risks with this.â He gestured to his magnificent physique. âBuy it by the case. Like I said, thereâs a lot of area to cover, and youâre going to want to rub it in thoroughly. And Iâll be naked, by the way. I donât want any tan lines, and a âgolden godâ should have a golden dick to match, right?â Aidan grinned. âI canât believe you called me that, Dad. Thatâs a real boost to my self-esteem. Not that Iâm lacking in that department.â He made a smug, goofy face. I couldnât help but wonder how he would get an even tan on that monstrous cock. I had to ask. âUm, to get that⊠golden dick, as you called it⊠wouldnât you have to make sure it stayed⊠full size⊠so all the skin would get tanned?â âHeh! Iâm glad I have you here to think about things like that, but I donât think thatâll be a problem. I can stay hard for as long as I want. Youâll see. Itâs a top-quality tool that does whatever I ask it to do.â He squeezed his fat prick for emphasis, and continued mapping out his, and my, daily schedule. âI figure Iâll need about an hour in the sun â thatâs a half hour each for front and back in the middle of the day â that should get me nice and brown in no time.â âYes, your skin always tanned so beautifully. I donât think you ever got a sunburn.â âIâm sure youâll keep an eye on me while I bake to make sure I donât get overdone. Especially the delicate parts.â He winked. âYou can do that while youâre making lunch. Iâll need a fuck-ton of lean protein every day, brown rice, lots of vegetables, milk, eggs, yogurt. Thatâs the ideal, but I can eat pretty much whatever I want, and it still turns to muscle.â He flexed a fat bicep again and admired its shape. âDid I ever tell you about the time I ate twelve whole pizzas at Giovanniâs?â âI donât think so. Iâm sure I would have remembered that son. Iâve always admired your appetite.â âYeah, one of the guys at the gym challenged me to eat six pizzas in one sitting. I think he was trying to sabotage my routine. But I said, "Fuck that! Iâll eat twelve!" And I made him sit there and watch me do it. He barfed just from thinking about it, but I felt fine. In fact, I had a milk shake for dessert.â He flexed his abs and pulled at the thin skin that wrapped around each block of muscle. âIâm still ripped as fuck, as you can see.â He smiled that cocky smile that oozed superiority. âThen I picked the guy up and carried him into the restroom. I shoved him into a stall, whipped out my dick, and blew a huge load all over him. I just splattered him until he was soaked! God, it felt good. He deserved it. Then I went back to the gym for another long workout, and I lifted heavier than ever. That dude never came back to the gym. Probably gave up weightlifting. He knew he couldnât compete with this.â Adrien did a beautiful full body flex and admired himself. Hmm. That was a side of my son I hadnât known about. But it didnât worry me. âNow that I think of it,â I said, âI do remember a large charge from Giovanniâs on my credit card. I thought you bought pizza for all your friends that day.â âFuck no. That was all me.â He patted his hard, cobbled gut with a self-satisfied smirk. âAnyway, after lunch, Iâll go to the gym for my heavy workout, and you can get your stuff done. Thatâll take about three hours. When I come home, Iâll need my protein shake, and then Iâll take another shower.â âOkay. Will you want me toâŠâ âNo, Pop. Iâll want some privacy. I get really horned up after those workouts and I need to pump out a few fat loads just to calm down. Honestly, it wouldnât be safe for you to be in there. You saw what happened at the dinner table. I donât have a lot of control when I start fantasizing about getting bigger and stronger, massive as fuck...â He groaned and grabbed his dick again, squeezing it hard to keep it from inflating. His forearm bulged with the effort. âI understand son. Thatâs perfectly normal for a young man. Nothing to be ashamed of.â âIâm not ashamed of it at all. I love what my dick can do. But Iâm not sure I would call it normal. In high school the guys used to call me âthe geyser.â None of them could blow as much or as hard as I did. And itâs even better now.â âI must say, I was astonished by your⊠productivity earlier. I had no idea a man could⊠make so muchâŠâ Aidan blushed and smirked. âThat was so fucking embarrassing, Dad. But you handled it well. I still canât believe youâre not upset. I mean, look at that puddle on the floor! And all those broken dishes. I never lifted a table with my dick before, but⊠damn thatâs fucking hot now that Iâm thinking about it.â âIt was⊠impressive, son. Iâm not gonna lie.â âDo you want me to clean that up?â âNo, no! Iâll take care of it. Do you want to finish going over our schedule?â âUh, I think youâve got the general idea. I eat, lift, get groomed, catch some rays, eat again, lift like a fucking mad man, come home, and empty my balls in the showerâŠâ âThen youâll want dinner. And, as I said, Iâm going to feed you triple the amount of meat youâve been getting. I want to see you really pack on some beef. Itâs time to take this seriously.â âUh⊠yeah. I mean, I thought I was, but I guess I could step things up.â âIf you want to reach those goals, youâd better.â âOkay. Thanks, Dad. Um⊠do you think those goals are realistic? I was just telling you about my dreamsâŠâ âDreams can come true son! And Iâm here to help you make that happen.â âSo, when I said I would keep growing, and growing, toâŠâ â400... 500 lbs. of muscle, to start. Yes, I was listening.â âFUCK!â He grabbed his huge dick as it expanded. He sucked a huge breath into his massive chest. âDad, maybe we shouldnât get carried awayâŠâ âWhy not? You must dream big to get big, son! Why not 800⊠900 lbs. of hard, powerful muscle?â âJESUS, FUCK! Dad, itâs going to happen again!!â His muscles started to swell as if they were being pumped up. His cock lengthened and hardened into a massive, shiny club. His whole body flexed, and he groaned loudly. I could tell it felt good, but he was trying to hold back. âAidan, itâs okay! Let yourself enjoy it! You deserve everything youâve worked for.â He started stroking his cock, now slick with precum. âI want to see how far you can take this. I want to see what you look like at 1000 lbs. Make me proud, young man!â âOH, GOD! DAD! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!â He let go of his cock and watched it stretch just a little bit longer and a little bit thicker. The head was huge and purple and constantly oozing. His giant balls plumped up and pulled his sack taut. My son flexed his enormous biceps and looked at me with an expression I couldnât quite read. It was cocky, for sure. He was grateful, I think. But there was something else⊠He growled and stepped closer, towering over me. Flexing his hard, hairy pecs. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my shirt with one hand and effortlessly hoisted me into the air. âFuck, yeah, Pops!â He flexed his other arm as hard as he could and pulled my face close to his. âI could throw you right through that fucking wall!â I looked into his eyes and said, âI know, son. Of course, you could.â He smiled a little. âBut you know I wonât.â âThatâs right. But I like knowing that you could.â âFUCK!â He moaned, and his cock spit out more precum. âWhy does that bone me so much?â âBecause you know I want this as much as you do.â âUuuugh! Yes!â He lifted me higher and arched his back. Veins popped out on his abs, visible through the silky black hair. âI fucking knew you would help me! I donât know how, but I fucking knew it! Maybe it was in one of those dreamsâŠâ âMaybe. Does it matter?â âAre you sure youâre on board with this? Are you willing to do everything I asked you to do?â âHell yes, Aidan! I canât wait to get started. This is gonna be great! I canât wait to see you squat a semi-truck.â âOH, FUUUCK!! YOUâRE THE BEST DAD EVER!â He shook me in his fist like a rag doll. âIâm gonna hug the shit out of you! I hope I donât break you!â He lifted me over his pulsating monster of a cock and pressed me against his hot chest and abs, wrapping his massive arms around me as gently as he could for someone so strong. It felt amazing. âIâM SORRY, DAD, BUT IâM GONNA MAKE A HUGE FUCKING MESS! I CANâT CONTROL IT ANYMORE!â I patted a slab of muscle on his side. âThatâs okay, son. Let it go! Enjoy it!â âUUUUUUUGH!!â He groaned in ecstasy and let loose probably the biggest load of cum he ever produced. I heard it splattering against the far wall and the ceiling. Jet after jet after jet, as if he hadnât just pumped out a huge load under the dining room table. I patted his thick, hot muscle again. âThatâs my boy! You did great. Iâm so proud of you!â The End  29 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SnuffLover Posted January 9, 2023 Share Posted January 9, 2023 Hotttt 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted January 10, 2023 Share Posted January 10, 2023 Im sure @geektofreekwill love what you did. It was a great job. Its sad tho most of his stories are unfinished. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lsosuke Posted January 10, 2023 Share Posted January 10, 2023 I like it, I hope the next chapter has incest, this story needs incest, I love growth and incest muscle father-son 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FallenAway Posted January 10, 2023 Author Share Posted January 10, 2023 20 minutes ago, lsosuke said: I like it, I hope the next chapter has incest, this story needs incest, I love growth and incest muscle father-son I'm glad you like this part, but if I add another chapter, it will not have incest. Sorry (not sorry).  2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lsosuke Posted January 26, 2023 Share Posted January 26, 2023 On 9/1/2023 at 23:12, FallenAway said: Me alegra que te guste esta parte, pero si agrego otro capĂtulo, no tendrĂĄ incesto. Lo siento no lo siento).  Too bad Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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