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Best Gay Incest Stories On The Web

Gay incest is sexual activity between male family members or near relatives and is one of the highest levels of cultural taboo. The mere thought of it sends powerful emotions down the spine. In truth, it is prohibited by law in many states and countries around the world. But the truth remains that fathers and sons, uncles and nephews and all sorts of closely related men involve in consensual fulfilling sex on a regular basis. The following gay incest stories are some of our hottest and most erotic.

Dad Sucks Son’s Tender Cock

It’s really hard existence a single gay father to a distractingly gorgeous 19 year old son. Seeing him in his boxers makes my cock hard.

My Step Brother Made Me Cum

“Shh.” He brought our hands above my head and slowly began to grind his hips into mine. That was when I felt him grow. He began to move faster, rubbing us together through the clothing of our sleepwear. I couldn’t help it, it felt so wrong and so good.

Gay Sex At Family Reunion

The tang of Tim’s hole combined with the bitterness of Ethan’s leaking fluid was ideal. When my brother shot his load I slurped it up fast.

Dad Catches Son Masturbating

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My Dad Makes A Guy Out Of Me

Ever since I can recall we were moving from share to post. Three years here, a couple of years there. Finally we stopped because Dad was retiring. My father was a big man. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep voice, and huge hands. He stood 5'11", and easily weighed 250, of reliable muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes.

I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard that I would measure all men by. I started playing around with sex and stimulation when I was quite young. The first sexual thing I was into was piss. I used to pee on myself in the tub, or fill a glass and run it down the crack of my ass. As I played with that warm, golden juice, I would fantasize that it was a man similar to my father pissing down my ass. From there it just led to masturbation as often as doable. I still do to this day.

My father used to walk around the house in nothing but his briefs, because as he always told my mother "there are only men in this residence, why do I want to dress for them?" I enjoyed his parading around. It allowed me to watch is body, his tight, large ass muscles move under the fabric,

I'm sitting on the living room couch while you're laying on your stomach in front of me, watching some kid's production on the TV. You're wearing threadbare pajama pants that are tight around your prominent little buns. My 6 inch cock is hard and soggy under my own shorts with the glistening point just barely peaking out under one of the legs.

I've been lusting for you for months and my balls are churning with fertile, baby-making cum eager to escape into your tight little anus. You've seen my erect cock hundreds of times when we bathed together, oblivious to the impure thoughts in your father's head. Tonight, I've decided that I can't obtain your teasing any more.

I take off my shorts, letting my cock spring freely. I quietly show up up behind you and gently ease your pajama pants down, revealing the beautiful round buttocks you inherited from your mother. Despite your age, each is already the size of a melon. You remain silent, unaware of all the laws and taboos your father is breaking.

I line my cock up with your too-small butthole. You giggle and squirm a little at the funny wet feeling between your buttcheeks. I pause for a moment to enjoy your last moments of innocence before I turn

I was so excited, it was the first week of July was upon me. That meant that it was time for the weeklong camping trip that my dad and I take every year. This would be our fifth year. I was sixteen at the hour. I was pretty lofty, at 6'1". I had a jock build, which I got by playing football and wrestling. I had green eyes, and short brown hair with blonde tips. And I had known that I was gay for a long time. I had tried to look at girls, but they never turned me on appreciate guy did.

My dad was forty-two, with brown hair and blue eyes. He stood around the equal height that I did. Throughout the years he had managed to save a nice build and body. So he looked quite a bit younger.

So, as I said, the time for the trip was upon me. Dad and I had planned to go to North Manitou Island for hiking and camping. It is an island in the middle of Lake Michigan with wilderness, a national park for hikers and campers. We packed up all our gear and headed out. After some hours of driving we got to the ferry just in time. We put all of our gear on the ship and headed out. After about an hour the ship had gotten to the island, and dropped us off. There was only about six other people who had