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Name: Allan Curtis

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Position: Uke

 

Personality: Rebellious, passionate, kind, thoughtful, talkative

 

History: Ever since his mother died, Allan has lived with his father. The man has been protective of him, making sure that Allan didn't do any crazy stuff like drugs or drinking while he was under age. It seemed normal at first, but afterwards...Allan started to develop feelings for his father's over protective nature. He sometimes tried to instigate it and make the man mad. It wasn't out of malicious intent, it just made him feel nice. As the young man hit puberty and grew up, he started loving his father more deeply, up to his teen years where he used to watch the man bathe and change his clothes in secret. Now however it was time to leave and go to college, which is not as easy as it sounds.

 

Allan knows that his father is against this, but he wants to start his life alone...discover new things. He had always been a good students, and was accepted into one of the most prestigious universities...so why not go ahead and have an adventure? It might not be easy, but he hoped to convince his father of this...or look for another solution.

 


 

He woke up with a yawn, the tears in his eyes indicating how sleepy and unadjusted to the lights he was. It all seemed like a dream yesterday, opening the letter and finding out he was accepted into the university of his dreams. He eyed the paper as it lay next to his desk, dreading his father's response should he tell him about his acceptance. It wouldn't be a big deal...would it? He had to leave the house some time, why not now? With renewed hope, Allan got off the bed and washed up before going downstairs in his boxers. "Daaaaaaaaad! You down there?", he asked, sniffing to see if the old man was up to making breakfast today.

 

Their house was nice and cozy, more than enough for the two of them. His dad has never remarried, so it has always been practically just Allan and his father. Which he didn't mind one bit, since he felt a little over possessive when it came to his father. He once saw a woman looking his father from top to bottom and almost went to give her a piece of his mind, but the old man played peace maker and calmed Allan down.

 

Upon reaching the kitchen, he smelled delicious food and got excited. Walking over to his father with his usual "Morning dad" , Allan kissed his cheek and sat on a bar stool, waiting for breakfast to be served. "So dad...I got my university replies...and I got accepted to UCLA with a full scholarship and everything...you wouldn't mind if I went would you?", asked the son with hope in his eyes.

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Name: Mike Curtis

Age: 42

Position: Seme

 

Personality : Over protective, stubborn , passionate , serious.

 

History: After the death of his wife, Mike had been both to his only son. The boy was now 18 , he always make sure that Allan was taken off making the man becoming over protective . Watching over him and making sure Allan doesn't get into any trouble. His son was everything to him.

 

His overprotectiveness was strong as he don't want to let Allan to go alone every where, he will accompany him . Mike was afraid to lose his little boy.

 

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Hearing his son calling for him, he answered " I'm down here in the kitchen." Mike was in the middle of making his son favorite food for breakfast, having his cheek being kiss he gave him a smile . He started to serve the food and sat down . Hearing the sudden news , he frowns a bit.

 

His late wife died after giving birth to Allan, he remember how small and fragile Allan was. He never remarries and it never bother him that it was just two of them. He just wanted to take care of his son by himself. Women had been flocking around him but strangely he didn't want to upset Allen, so he always ignore them or rejected them. His son happiness is number one but leaving him was another story.

 

He pour some juice and put the glass infront of Allan. " That's kinda far son, we got some good college around here and the course that you wanted to take is also available here." Mike spoke gently , he didn't want him to go overseas ...who know what kind of danger out there.

" I mean...I can't let my baby boy alone in a strange society." he explained .Mike can be quite stubborn when he wanted to be.

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It always hurt when dad got so protective, I keep feeling like he doesn't trust me enough to let me go out into the world and try new things. He was being stubborn, just like he was when I wanted to go on those road trips with my friends, or when he found condoms in my bag. Whats the big deal? I've lived my life wondering if I'll ever be able to do the different things other guys my age do...but no luck. I sighed as he talked about colleges nearby that offer the same major, taking in the words he said into one ear and releasing them out the other. "But dad I don't want any old college, I told you UCLA is my dream", I said afterwards, looking at him hopefully. It still didn't work, and he yet again called me his baby boy. Why? Do I look like a baby to him? Can't he understand that I've grown? That at times I even...I even yearn for him?

 

Damn it! This wasn't the time...or was it? I know that he would never let me go, but what if I could get something else out of this? He's not making any fair comments, so I could ask unfair requests...right? I looked at him, and then eyed my plate...noticing that he still made waffles just the way I liked them. I love him...I really do...I don't want him to get upset with me. My dad is the only person I have, he's always been there for me and...if asking for this would ruin our relationship...I'd rather not ask. Then again, being this close to him and remembering all those times I watched him in the shower...I want him so badly.

 

"Fine...but you're gonna have to do something to make it up to me", I said softly, blushing and taking a small bite of the waffle he had made. I waited for his response before continuing, not wanting to shock him by throwing in the news abruptly. "I uh...I have a proposal. If you want me to stay with you...all the time...and even go to college here...then you'll just have to...", I started, my heart beating and my palms shaking. "You'll have to...be with me...in...in bed...the two of us together...", I continued, blushing and looking away. "Because I love you dad...and I want to be intimate with you...more than I've wanted anything...", I trailed off, gulping and and playing with my shorts.

 

My heart beat like crazy! I felt like it was about to jump out of my chest! How could I actually say these things to my dad? I...just admitted that I want to sleep with him...to feel him against me every night. It wasn't wrong though, he was my dad...and he loved me...didn't that mean he would do this for me? I can't not have him now...I just can't...

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I was stunned, my own son was saying things that makes me freeze. " Allan ...that's not funny..just because I won't let you go , you should not joke about these." grabing my coffee and gulps in one go, trying to calm myself down. My heart was beating rapidly.

 

I never knew he feels that way...but thinking having Allan as my lover was a bit..how should I say unsettling in a very bad way. ' Isn't it my fault he turns this way?' my mind spinning thining where did I go wrong with raising him.

 

Allan was very attractive , his blonde hair and smooth skin makes him stand out more. He also popular among his friends but I always makes sure that he doesn't mix with wrong crowds.

 

" Allan , I know that getting to UCLA is your dream but that's too far. You know how I feel about that. I don't have any problem if you wanted to have a boyfriend ..but just not now. " I was sprouting nonsense panicking inside. I know that Allan wanted a clear answer from me but it was too much for me to give a clear answer .

 

I started to clean up the table, glancing at Allan. He wasn't happy..not a bit. " Allan..just give me time to think.." I use a very soft tone and promise to give him my answer later. I ruffles his hair and left him alone.

 

I headed to my bedroom, pacing back and forward trying to think. I tried to imagine Allan with someone else if I let him go but the very thought of him with some strange guy, being intimate gives me a very sour taste. I didn't like the though of sweet boy being someone else . I know very well about my own possessiveness towards Allan...it wasn't a healthy father and son relationship . I want him all to myself . Thinking that makes me certain that letting him go was out if the question .

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My heart broke to pieces as I heard my dad reject me, and my eyes burned...but I didn't cry in front of him. Was I ugly? Was it because I wasn't a woman...did he not like being with me? I watched him leave without a word, my heart sinking as he told me he needed more time. What would he need to think about? I wanted him so badly...I wanted him to hold me and love me be with me the way you are with someone you love. A tear finally managed to drift across my eye, and as I wiped it away, I ate my breakfast quietly. The door was visible from where I was sitting, and without thinking, I simply got up, changed my clothes, and left. I didn't even tell my dad where I was going, or whom I was going out with...I just left. I left my phone at home, not really caring how my father felt at this.

 

It might have been what a brat would do, but I was hurting. He left me...sitting there...after I...after I confessed something so important. I spent the rest of the day with my friends, telling them to lie to my dad and tell him I wasn't with them. I wanted him to regret letting me go, regret leaving me sitting there alone feeling sorry for myself. I stayed out up until one in the morning, coming back home feeling guilty. I walked through the doors with worry in my heart, no idea what awaited me.

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I was about to go crazy, Allan wasn't in his room. I tried multiple times trying to call him but it was straight to voice mails. His friends also didn't know where he is.

 

I also try to look around town , places he would possibly be. I banged my fist , trying to calm myself down. The anxiety was getting to me. Allan was too important much more than myself.

 

I decided to wait for him , debating whether to call the police but since it wasn't 24 hours , it was certain the police wouldn't take it.

 

I waited for him in the living room , my eyes never leaves the door. The ticking of the clock was torture , itbwas already 1 AM. The moment I saw Allan walking through the door..I quickly hugs him, lifting his face up meeting my eyes and I lean in to give him a deep kiss. I was so afraid that I lost myself..wanting to taste forgetting that the boy was my own.

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I was shocked to come home and see my dad pick me up, holding me in his arms and...kissing me! He kissed my lips, taking my first kiss away and holding me so closely to his body. I felt my heart pound like crazy, my legs moving from my sides and wrapping themselves around him. "Daddy...", I said while kissing him, my fingers digging into his hair and my lips reacting to his. I kissed him back with as much passion as I could muster, feeling his tongue and sucking it into my mouth. We kissed for a while before I pulled back eventually, looking into his eyes and seeing his love for the first time in forever.

 

"Dad...I love you...so much...and I want you...", I whispered to him, hugging him and kissing his neck while my body grinded against his. It felt so good being close to him, not having any barriers between us. I felt like the world around me has paused...and that there was only me and him. I kept mentioning his name...dad...dad...dad, over and over again. Telling him I love him, telling him I want him, trying to tell him how much I have yearned for this moment.

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Hearing Allan moaning was the last straw. I was about to lose control of myself. " Allan...me too...I love you.." I continue to kiss him.

 

Leaning against the door , we kisses , deeper and passionate . My mind was fill with Allan. I thrust my tounge in his mouth, feeling his hot cavern. My arms wrapping him close . We pull apart for a moment , I looked at him and said. " Allan..if we do this..there's no turning back.." My hand rested on his cute bottom. Leaning in , giving him small kisses along his neck.

 

I already decided to continue this taboo relationship , My love was abnormal ...I always know that. I never interested in others since the death of my wife , wanting to focus on my only child.

 

The truth hit me hard as I was indeed already inlobe with my boy. He was too captivating , hearing him saying how much he want me just got me hard for him. " Don't leave me..baby.." I keep on muttering the words.

 

My hand was like having its own mind, travelling up inside Allan shirt, caressing it lightly. Aaahh... I want to rip off ...I want to see Allan skin with my mark on him...no one can have him..Allan was mine.

 

My lust for my own son was overflowing , I pinned him down , lifting his shirt up. My tongue found his cute pink nipple and I started to tease the little nubs. Swirling my tongue around , sucking him. He look so erotic squirming beneath me.

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He kissed me passionately, placing his tongue in my mouth and making me taste his mouth. I felt my body shiver, my tits getting more tight, and my heart beating much faster. "Daddy...", I told him...the fact that he said he loved me too making me melt right then and there. He then continued to kiss me until it was time to make a decision...a decision on how far we wanted to take this. "Daddy I want you...forever...", I said back, hugging him and breathing him in properly, whispering "Daddy" in his ears. He asked me not to leave, and that only served to make me melt in his arms and pant...as well as moan with ecstacy. Why was this happening to my body, why was I becoming so desperate for his touch...for his closeness...it was unnatural how badly I wanted his lips on me.

 

And his cock...it was so hard that I felt it against me, pushing against my ass. "Daddy...your cock...", I whispered as he caressed me from under my shirt, earning a cry of ecstacy. He finally pinned me on his bed, taking off my shirt violently, I have never seen him like this before. It was like a monster had just woken up, crazed and hungry for me...it felt scary...but at the same time...I didn't want it to stop. "Daddy please don't...daddy I...ah...daddy...", I whispered softly, crying out whenever he would linger on a specific nipple. When he sucked however, I released a louder cry, the ecstacy pouring through my body being too much for me to handle. He was giving me so much...I needed to give something back. But how could I when he was pinning me down like a monster gone mad?

 

I finally got my hands free, and managed to pull of my dad's shirt. My heart beat quickly, jumping out of my chest and running along. His muscles were so toned, and his body...the one I saw in the shower...it was here...it was mine to worship and love. "Daddy come to me...", I pleaded with a weak and needing voice, not realising how much I wanted him near me. I started to kiss his lips, but then moved to his biceps, sucking on them...and then to his armpits, smelling them I shoved my nose into them, the smell of deodorant filling my nose and body with ecstacy. It was only then that I started kissing him there, licking him and hugging him as I did so. Only after I had my fill did I move to the other arm, licking it as well and moaning with ecstacy as I did. I kept making noises even as I sucked, "Ah, lllluh...Ah...", hoping to satisfy Daddy's senses.

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The way Allan was pleasuring me was so erotic. I wanted his tongue ...his mouth on my hard cock. I lift my son chin and licks my lips hungrily . Here we are in my bedroom ans soon it will our bedroom, I can see every action that Allan performing on my body. He will be my lover for now on, sharing my bed just like lovers do. We both already half naked. My hands travel down to his ass , feeling the flesh inside of his pants, caressing them. I hugged him tighter , kissing him deeper telling him how much I love him. I wanted more, my desire was burning for him. It was so strong. If this keeps on going , I can't control myself from taking him all the way. I want him gasping, moaning , screaming for me. My dirty mind was out of control .

 

" Allan...you are such a bad boy..making Daddy worried like that .." I can't control myself anymore and saying that just making me wanted Allan more. I pull out my belt, unzipping my pants to let out my hard rod. I look at my boy , wanting him to suck me off. My cock was twitching at the very thought , my son giving me a blow job.

 

" Allan ...look Daddy all hard for you..how about you take my hard cock into your hot mouth ..." I nudge the head againts his plump lips, wanting to feel his wet cavern. I keep on rubbing on his lips until Allan open his mouth. His tongue slides down until the balls and slides up back to the tip. Mmmm...Allan looks so fuckable right now. I want to thrust my hip futher but held back, afraid that it will hurt him. I let Allan control the pace as he bob his head up and down my big cock..loving the feeling of his mouth. I hiss a bit when his teeth touch a bit againts my sensitive rod. " Carefull don't bite me ."

 

It's been a long time since I had sex, the death of my wife was too much and with Allan it never occur to me to have a new relationship . I usually just take care it bu myself , to relieve it the urge. My inner beast just lash out when I hear my little boy calling me Daddy. It was a guilty pleasure of my . In my mind the though of doing incest with my own son doesn't really matter anymore at the moment. I just want to feel his mouth around my cock, taking me deeper, sucking me off. " Yeah that's it baby boy..take Daddy cock deeper..Mmmm..you like sucking my cock huh Allan..you look so good right now....God I wanna fuck you so bad son.." my hands on his head , holding him steady, his hair running through my fingers. I keep talking dirty to him, telling him all the nasty things I wanted to do to him. Precum was already glistening dripping along the sides of my cock . I wanted to taste him too , so we exchange our position. I sniff his asshole before licking him with my tongue. He needed to be prepare since I was afraid to hurt him. First, I need him to feel pleasure as I alternately play with his cock , balls and asshole. He was too tight, and needed to be streach out properly. Thank god , I still have some lube, as I started to make my hand slick with it. Making it slippery as I tease my boy.

 

His cock was already hard from sucking me , I lick his ball,teasing and sucking on them , Allan moans louder as I keep on touching his sensitive parts. I couldn't help to thrust my tongue into his ass, in and out , feeling the tight channel and it was hot inside, I swirl my tongue around inside of him. The sounds and scent of sex starting to fill our bedroom. It was intocaxing.

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He grabbed my ass, and I couldn't help but moan out loudly, feeling those strong and muscular palms handle me in such a manner. My eyes went wide and I felt like a rush of pleasure moved through me, it was like nothing I've ever felt before! "Daddy, you're bruising my ass...", I said, not wanting him to stop! In fact, I wanted him to get rougher, though I have never wanted such a thing on purpose...it just came to me. He seemed to get the hint, and with that, he took his pants down and showed me what I've wanted to see for so long now...his massive warm and loaded cock. The same cock I've seen him pee with, bathe with, the same rock I used to dream would be mine. Now...it was...and before I knew it...it was inside my mouth. I moaned, not ready for his huge rod, feeling it fill my mouth...not allowing me to breathe even.

 

Its a good thing daddy didn't push harder, I wasn't ready, how could I be? This was the first time I ever had one inside my mouth! I started moving my head back and forth, moaning constantly and massaging the cock with my hand. I then started to go all the way, until the whole thing was shoved up my throat, and I could feel my dad's precum linger in my mouth. He told me not to bite, but I did. I bit the tip of his cock playfully, licking it as well, wiping my face with the gorgeous muscle he had given me to play with.

 

He then seemed eager to carry on, his dirty talk getting the best of him. "Daddy...I don't think I can take it...", I said with worry, my body moving on it's own, doing everything he wanted. When his wet tongue touched my asshole, I let out a cry and then continued to moan. "Daddy, Daddy no, please, daddy I...I feel so weird...uh, daddy please...its too much for me...ah...ah...daddy I love you...daddy please...uh...", I kept saying, the sheer amount of pleasure making me tear up. Every time my balls were touched, I felt a wave of ecstasy pass by and slam against me. "Oh daddy, please...wait...uh daddy...I want you to do something...please daddy...", I said, looking at his form with pleading eyes.

 

I got on all fours and smelled his cock, shoving my nose into it, and then I looked up at him, my face completely red. "Daddy...I wanted you to pee on me...I want your warm pee on me daddy...please. On my face and chest daddy...also in my hole...", I pleaded, vulnerable, shaking, wanting his golden shower all over my body.

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My boy wasn't ready, I know that..he beg me to do something . " Inside your hole baby,..my piss all over your sexy.. Daddy 's gonna cover you with his piss ." I felt my cock twitch , my bladder was full anyways since I was drinking a bit last night while waiting for him to come back.

 

I stroke my massive cock and aim at his face first , spraying him with the gold liquid. The bed was wet with urine by the time I was done...since he wanted some in hia asshole, I spread his hole wide. " Baby..here you want daddy to pee in here...hmmm ..you are so tight .." he lean down and shove his tongue in his boy ass. Eating him out.

" We can't it's still to tight...I better start train you.." as he keep on rimming his son. He feel so hot inside. He reach for the boy neglected cock and rubs it up and down. His baby boy was moaning loudly as he keep on thrusting his tongue wildly.

 

He really wanted to fuck his boy raw, but hold back as he rubs his cock between his son asshole. He peed on his boy hole as he rubs it. It was not enough. " Son , close your thighs tighter." he began to thrust his cock between his son thighs .

 

" Fuck...later we need to train that tight hole of yours so you can daddy cock inside you baby." as he keep on whispering nasty things to his son, promising a wild mating betwen a father and son. " Daddy gonna breed you good...you little dirty baby boy ."

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I felt the golden liquid explode all over me, like I was being hosed down, and I simply closed my eyes and opened my mouth, moaning with pleasure. I felt the warm liquid against my body, the scent lingering, and I simply couldn't resist laying back and rubbing his asshole while enjoying the sensation of my daddy's pee. "Oh yeah daddy give it to me, pee all over me daddy shower me good. Ooh its so hot I love it, my hole loves it too daddy oh please don't stop uh...", I said, feeling like a dirty little slut. My daddy seemed to be extremely aroused as well, he didn't hesitate to continue preparing me, but the moment he played with my cock I began crying out loudly. I couldn't handle it, I felt like I was going to come, but I didn't want to! I was having so much fun, my daddy was making me melt so bad...I didn't wan't this feeling to end.

 

"Oh daddy my hole, uh...I don't want this to end daddy...uh...", I moaned, grabbing his head and pushing it deeper into my hole, letting out a series of loud moans. This seemed to drive him crazy, and my dad actually told me to close my thighs, and he began to fuck me. He was so crazed, like an animal that wanted to mate right there and then, and I was so ready to give him what he wants. "Oh daddy, fuck me daddy yes, yes daddy please, uh, oh daddy your cock...I want it inside me...please daddy please...", I begged him. I didn't care if I was ready or not, I just wanted to feel that massive cock throbbing inside me and making me cry out. "FUCK ME DADDY FUCK ME!", I cried out, opening my thighs and making sure that my daddy was on the bed with me. I climbed on top of him and hugged him, waiting for him to shove it in me. I didn't care how much it would hurt, I just wanted his hot cock inside me. I wanted him to tear my ass to bits.

 

"Daddy please daddy, fuck me, put your cock inside me I want it", I whispered, kissing his neck and sucking it, not caring what king of mark that would leave. I could feel his cock against me, and my cock was also against his chest, ready to blow, but not before he fucked me real good.

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I couldn't help but to slam my cock into his hole. He cried a little as I push my cock deeper inside him. " Baby..r-relax a bit it's too tight." I use my hand to distract him , rubbing his cock.

 

Kissing him hard, my tongue and his dance with each other as I lift my hip to thrust forward , my baby boy was mewling so cutely.

 

I pinned him down, pulling it out before slamming back inside his boypussy. " Daddy fucking you baby..nngh..feel me inside you baby come one..take me deeper baby..." the bed creaks as I keep on pounding him hard. He wraps his leg around my waist as my thrust become more faster.

 

" Such a greed little hole...mmmm....fuck... Daddy gonna pound your boypussy so hard...gonna fuck you so good with my hard cock..you such a dirty little boy..fucking with your own father..." I grind my hips until I found his prostate.

 

The boy gasp in pleasure. Fuck he was adorable like this.. I need to mark him so bad...to fill him with my seed. The sounds of slapping skin was so loud. I eventually fuck him in various position. Turning to his side, I rub the head between the hole before , pushing it in. " You wanna be fill right baby..mmm..you gonna be daddy personal slut..you like it baby boy ....fuck...I can't stop!" I slam it in harder and bite his nape.

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