Note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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CHAPTER 2: CONTROLLING URGES

The next morning was a Saturday, so I spent most of my last night’s hours scrolling on my phone. Trying to keep my thoughts off my hunky Dad, especially since I’m pretty sure I heard them fucking late, something that’s almost unheard of.

I had planned not to have a set time to wake up. Continue my measly mornings waking up whenever and having no timeline. It was a nice break from the rush of being in school, and getting out the door every morning.

But my Dad had different plans. I was fast asleep, not even sure if I was dreaming it was so deep. Dad barges into my closed bedroom door, rips open the curtains, and shakes me in my bed. I was jolted to consciousness as if I had just shocked myself on a metal door handle. Quick and painless but unexpected nevertheless. Just as quickly as the rush became my forethought, I felt the warm embrace of Dad’s big shoulders and arms hugging me good morning.

I had another moment of that stillness Dad talked about yesterday. His arms around me like the way the moon always orbits around Earth. The angle of the early morning sun coming through my window. The silence, the breaths, and heartbeats in between.

“I’m not letting you off the hook now,” Dad said as he let go of my warm, barely waking body.

“Dad… what are you talking about? It’s Saturday,” I groggily came up with that as a good excuse to fall back asleep. I checked my phone, it was only 7:55 am.

“7:55! Dad what are you doing to me!?” I flinched.

Just as all anger began to build in me, it shrank just as fast with one of his deep gazes. Blue eyes reflecting off the golden sunrise looming from my window. He could take me out of my body. The way the two windows into his soul were perfectly sculpted above the thick beard. His shoulders also had a flawless shadow cast on them from the morning light. I suddenly was very glad to be awoken.

Just as I had lost all thought, Dad grabbed the covers and vigorously threw them, nearly falling off the bed. He didn’t even react to what he saw.

My cock- at full, peak morning wood. I am proud of my dick, measuring a well 7 inches. I always liked to keep my hair just longer than trimmed but to keep the balls smooth. The blood pumping into my penis began to increase as I felt the pulsing of my cock head resting on my stomach near my belly button.

“Perfect, looks like you haven’t jerked off,” he said like it was just another sentence. “Remember you’re now more in tune with your powers, Bryce. You don’t need fapping to bring you joy.”

The cold, morning air collapsed onto me like a ton of bricks. My dick was surely not to move though. A part of me almost wanted my Dad to grab it, to touch it.

“I know it’s hard at first. Literally. But look,” Dad said as he stood up, he showed off the protruding tent in his pajama pants. It seemed he was not wearing any underwear. He looked down and pointed at his possibly only semi-hard dick.

“I have the same circumstance. It’s not a problem, just something that happens,” Dad said optimistically. “And we can control it.”

Now his abs were the ones getting the full shadow show. The round bumps on this torso worked in harmony under his pecs. Just the right amount of body hair too. Enough where it defines a man and shows his exuberance, but not too much where it looks unkempt. His pants were just low enough that I could get a much better view of this V-line I saw in the mirror yesterday. It led right down to where some of his musky bush was escaping.

I think I even saw the head. And damn it looked big.

I didn’t even try to cover up, to relish in this moment as long as I could. Courage that came out of nowhere. It must have grown in my dick overnight.

“So, what do we do then, Dad?” I asked, slightly giving some side eye and sounding pouty.

“The possibilities are endless, my son! Let’s go for a morning walk, a gym session, a few laps in the pool.” He beamed. “The point of it is that you convert this sexual energy and transmute it into positive actions.”

I heard his words funnel in my ears, but my eyes were glued on my Dad’s bulging penis in front of me. Only separated by the thin quilting of pajamas and the invigorating energy in the air. That thing created me.

After a few moments of tranquil silence, “What do you want to do?” Dad asked as my eyes finally caught his.

How could I say no to this almighty existence in front of me, even with my hard cock beginning to feel like it was starting to leak?

“Let’s just do a morning walk, I guess.” I found the words to say.

Dad tumbled back down onto me for another hug. I saw his bulge bounce in his shorts as he did. It was a ticking clock that hypnotized me, swaying back and forth.

Getting back up from our hug, Dad took one last look at my hard cock below. His jawline was square, his hair cut in a clean fade. It’s still not deflating even one inch.

“You’re just like your old man,” he smiled from ear to ear. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs in 5.”

He walked back towards my bedroom door proudly and fixed his boner in his pajamas.

I rather quickly got up, although every urge in my body was screaming to stay in bed and catch up on the latest TikToks. But one thought in the depths of my mind showed me a future walk with the man of my life, my father. And that was enough to push through whatever could have been on my phone.

As I stood up, still stark naked, I rubbed my dick for a moment. Admiring it and feeling the goodness that lies in the nerve endings. It was rather short though as I began to look for some comfortable clothes for a brisk walk. I grabbed another pair of my famous compression shorts and a black wife beater tank top. My dick finally began to deflate as the force of the tight shorts pushed it against my body.

Before exiting the room, I caught myself in the mirror. I was also looking particularly stunning this morning. Just a slight stubble on my face made me look more natural, my swimming shoulders popped out from the morning sun. Even my arms looked like I could be taking after Dad in the right direction. Let’s not get hard by thinking about Dad, instead I quickly ran downstairs.

Mom was sitting on the couch as I walked through the living room, “Good morning, sweetheart. It’s so incredible you’re up early going for a walk with your father. That hike must have really been moving.”

She had no idea, “Yeah, it was peaceful,” I said, which wasn’t a lie. “I think getting some tips from Dad on how to be more of a man can’t be bad.”

“Not at all!” Mom glowed.

I kept walking into the kitchen where Dad was opening two small glass bottles with a bright orange liquid inside. But that wasn’t the first thing that caught my eye. It was my father’s chiseled back. He was shirtless and also wearing compression shorts like I was. His ass crack fully pulled up tight between two global cheeks. His fidgeting with the glass bottles makes them warp like a water bed.

I quickly looked away to meet his eyes as he turned around so he wouldn’t notice.

“So happy you can join me today, son. I start all my mornings with a ginger shot. You know to boost metabolism and keep the gut health in check,” he informed me.

“Okay, cool,” I said without question.

“It’s fun to just down it all in one,” he smiled. His face looked like he was awaiting something, but I was unphased.

And just like that he handed me the orange ginger shot and we clanked them before bottles up. These bottles are the size of the palm of your hand so it only took about 2 gulps before I had it down.

Within one second, I felt a strange burn in my throat. My eyes immediately watered like I had just throated the biggest cock, but my esophagus couldn’t handle it. I gagged and coughed upwards of 15 times, trying to come to terms with the spicy dreadfulness of the residue running down my throat.

Dad laughed at my reaction.

“What the fuck was that?!” I screamed when I found air for a breath.

“Hey there!” he paused for a laugh. “Language young man. Another lesson for your mental notes. Expect the unexpected. And do it without complaint.”

“What I do know is that was gross,” I retorted.

“Then why would I drink one every day?” he interrogated me.

“Well… you said it was good for your gut health or whatever,” I answered as best I could.

“Exactly, son!” There’s just something about the way he calls me son. “Not everything in freedom is good without the discipline to do what is needed. So, I take the ginger shots with freedom because it’s hard and I know it will benefit me.”

He then embraced me for another hug. His armpits came on full display as he lifted his arms over my shoulders. I obligingly grab behind his back. As I felt our warm, rock-hard abs touch, I also felt my Dad’s soft cock come into contact with mine. These compression shorts had nothing to hold back.

His dick touching mine sent me into a realm that my body forgot what the ginger shot just felt like only moments ago. My heart began to race, the sexual tension began to overtake me just as the light would the darkness after sunrise. I felt his veiny cock pulse against mine… I think I may have leaked some precum right then and there.

As he drew away, I noticed his gaze become still again. The left side of his mouth lifted in a smile. The lines on his face looked like sheet music from the most melodic symphony. As he reached behind me and smacked my ass as if it was his own. It was. The warm touch of my father sent shivers across my body that reached from my toes to my head.

“Let’s get to this walk, my boy,” Dad said.

I don’t think my chub was going to go down the whole time on this walk. And I couldn’t find the right position where it wouldn’t rub against my thigh. I couldn’t tell what was warmer as we stepped out into the summer morning, the early rays of sun, or the burning passion for my father inside me.

I left my phone at home knowing Dad would have been disappointed and there’s no way I was going to let that happen.

Getting halfway down the driveway, Dad paused momentarily, “Are you sure you want to keep your shirt on? It’s going for the soul to get some vitamin D in the morning.”

“Hmm, good point,” I took the bait as I lifted off my shirt and hooked one end in my waistband.

“Fantastic, my boy!” my father said.

It was a sensational Saturday morning. The orange hue from the sunrise was still in view, but the blue skies were taking over. There were no clouds in the sky with a gentle breeze. And the summer mornings can always feel comfortable before it gets too hot in the afternoon. But none of this scenery helped my semi in my shorts.

Waiting patiently to see if my semi would soften, Dad finally spoke up after 15 minutes on the walk.

“I’m proud of you for not jerking your cock this morning, son,” Dad said out of silence. “I can tell you are all chubbed up, but I promise it’s going to be worth it,” he winked after looking at my bulge.

I looked down feeling rather gluttonous for still allowing my dick to remain slightly engorged, to be unable to fully embrace this serene moment, in front of my dad.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I am very much enjoying our walk, but my dick just has a mind of its own,” I saw myself reach down and try to adjust it.

To catch my attention and eyesight Dad stopped as we neared the tree line and seized my shoulder with his commanding hand. Those blue eyes immediately took me away once again. The blue of the sky faded right into his eyes. I felt my heart pounding into my chest, and subsequently into my dick.

“Never apologize for your body, son. I made you after all, and it’s something special,” that deep baritone voice vibrating into the universe. “Oh, son.”

Upon hearing his dismay, or what I thought was, I looked down to now see a large dark wet spot on my gray compression shorts. I had leaked precum and now it had been stained and with no shirt on there was nowhere to hide. I couldn’t help but feel ashamed.

“That’s alright, that is very natural for someone your age. What it would be like to be 22 again,” Dad consoled me. “Let’s just keep going on the walk. Let’s head into the woods before heading back.”

My eyes met the dark green trees and the smell of pine as we walked in. My dick not giving up, Dad still looked beastly now with the veins in his calves and quads starting to show after walking for so long. And a little bit of sweat to show off how hard he was working. I wonder what that man musk smells like.

He must have still felt guilty for pointing out my precum stain as after a few minutes in the dense forest, when no more houses or people were around, he turned and said, “Son, I want to be as comfortable in your body as people. So we need to just get over that hump, or you will never become a man like me. I have no fear of nudity or my body. It’s who I am. It’s how we are connected as one.”

He was the most influential God I could have ever imagined, except he was real. Standing in front of me, the flawlessness of man.

“I will allow this now since you need it and it’s used for a lesson,” his monologue continued. “Take out your cock and jerk off in front of me.”

The silence quickly filled the woods as I ingested what he had said, “Dad! There’s no way I can do that. Out here in the woods? With you in front of me? How can I?”

“Prove your manhood to me, Bryce,” his voice influential with resounding confidence.

Those six words gave me a new lens through which I saw the world. I no longer saw my Dad as someone who I couldn’t trust. I no longer felt my body as it was something to be hidden away. I wanted to prove my manhood and that I was worth something of meaning from the only person that mattered. I didn’t just pull out my cock, I ripped my compression shorts down to my ankles, letting my stiffening cock bounce straight ahead in the direction of the mentor. Letting the cool summer breeze under the umbrella of leaves brush past my pubes. I was ready.

“My good boy,” Dad responded.

I didn’t even utter a word. My dick was throbbing like a dam that was at capacity. I began rubbing my dick just like I did every other morning prior. Except one thing was different. I stared at my Dad directly into those blue eyes. I gave that strong gaze right back to him.

He took it as a challenge. He surveyed me up and down. And began to walk in circles around me. First, he grabbed my shoulder squeezing dominantly to remind me of his power. He looped around behind me, not just smacking my ass but caressing and toying with it. His fingers slid down my ass crack like he was shopping for a new pillow to use every night, exploring every feature. Then he came back around, squeezing my insanely sensitive left nipple. I let out a moan. His eyes met mine once again I could see that he liked it.

“That’s a good boy. I can tell you are very motivated to be my student.” His stance was wide like the authoritarian figure he was.

I couldn’t last long. Between hearing his breaths on my neck when he encircled me to the sweet, warm buzzing that came from his touch, I began to bust, all over the forest floor, in the most breaking orgasm of my life. I felt my brain extend higher than the 60-foot trees above me, to bathe in the manhood I was about to enter.

“Fix- six- seven,” my father was counting the cumshots I was shooting out of my 22-year-old dick. “Eight- nine! That’s my fucking boy!”

I was so relieved not only from the release of extreme pressure but also from the validation my Dad had just given me. I could do nothing but stand there with my eyes closed, relishing in an unbelievable orgasmic bliss. I flicked the last few spurts of cum off my head and picked up my shorts.

“Enough. How do you feel?” asked Dad.

“Like I could do anything,” I found the inspiration out of nowhere.

“That’s exactly right,” he smirked. “Let’s head on back. We’ve got more training ahead.”