Daddy's Birthday Surprise.

Today is Alex's 18th birthday, and his dad Jonah who is in love with him, wants to give him his first blowjob. So, at the party, Jonah pulls Alex into an empty room, drops to his needs and shows his perfect gorgeous son what it's like to have his thick delicious cock milked into Daddy's eager mouth. When Alex reached the edge of orgasm, he locks his eyes to his father's eyes, his Daddy watches pleasure blooming in his son's widening eyes and the shaking moans the spill out of Alex's mouth. Alex can't help but twitch and spill his hot cum down daddy's throat, overwhelmed by the power of such an orgasm and perverted taboo of it that makes his balls tighten extra hard.

The bass from the party thumped through the walls as Jonah cornered Alex in the empty guest room. His son—eighteen today, finally legal, finally *his*—leaned back against the door frame, a half-smirk playing on his lips. Jonah didn’t waste time. He dropped to his knees, fingers already working the button of Alex’s jeans. “Been waiting for this,” he murmured, jerking the denim down just enough to free his son’s cock—thick, flushed, a bead of precome already glistening at the tip. Alex hissed as Jonah’s tongue dragged a slow, wet stripe up his shaft. “Fuck, Dad—” Jonah swallowed him down, lips tight, throat working. He let Alex feel every inch—the heat, the pressure, the way his tongue circled just under the head, teasing. Alex’s hips jerked. His fingers tangled in Jonah’s hair, holding on like he might drown. “Oh God—oh *fuck*—” The words cracked as Jonah hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, faster. Alex’s thighs trembled, his breath coming in ragged bursts. His cock pulsed, swollen and desperate. Jonah looked up, meeting his son’s blown-wide eyes just as the first hot spurt hit the back of his throat. Alex came with a broken moan, body arching, cock twitching as Jonah milked every drop. The taste was thick, salt-sweet, *perfect*. And when Jonah finally pulled off with a wet pop, Alex was still shaking, still gasping—ruined.

Jonah wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, savoring the lingering taste as Alex shuddered against the doorframe. His son’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his jeans still tangled around his thighs. Jonah gripped Alex’s hips, steadying him, but didn’t stand—not yet. “Still sensitive?” Jonah murmured, thumb brushing the damp head of Alex’s cock. The boy flinched, hips jerking instinctively as a weak moan slipped past his lips. Alex swallowed hard, fingers still knotted in his father’s hair. “Yeah—fuck, yeah.” His voice was rough, wrecked. Jonah smirked and leaned in again, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the base of his son’s shaft. “Good.” His breath was hot against spit-slick skin. “Because I’m not done with you.” Alex’s stomach clenched, another weak pulse of pleasure twitching through him as Jonah’s tongue traced the swollen veins. The party outside was a distant hum—nothing mattered but the way his father’s mouth promised *more*.

Jonah’s hands slid up Alex’s thighs, fingers kneading the sensitive flesh just above his knees as his mouth moved with slow, deliberate worship. He licked a broad stripe up the underside of Alex’s cock, savoring the way his son’s breath hitched—still so responsive, even oversensitive. “God, *Dad*—” Alex whimpered, his grip tightening in Jonah’s hair. Jonah chuckled against his skin, pressing a kiss to the flushed head before pulling back just enough to meet Alex’s dazed gaze. “You taste so good,” he murmured, voice thick. “Want to make you feel even better.” His hand replaced his mouth, wrapping around Alex’s cock in a loose, teasing stroke. A shudder ran through Alex’s body as Jonah leaned in again, this time pressing kisses along his hip bone, nipping lightly at the soft skin there. Each touch was slow, deliberate—loving in a way that made Alex’s chest ache even as his cock twitched back to life. Jonah’s free hand slipped lower, fingertips brushing the crease of his thigh. “You okay?” he asked, pausing just long enough to let Alex nod shakily. “Yeah,” Alex breathed. “Just—don’t stop.” Jonah didn’t. His mouth found Alex’s cock again, this time sucking just the tip, tongue swirling in tight circles. His fingers teased lower, rubbing just behind his balls, pressing in slow, relentless strokes until Alex was gasping, thighs trembling. The heat built again—slower this time, deeper. Jonah’s lips never left him, coaxing every drop of pleasure with tender, filthy patience. And when Alex’s back finally arched, his moan muffled against his own fist, Jonah swallowed him down like he was starving.

Jonah didn’t let up, swallowing every pulse of Alex’s release while his fingers kept working, slow and firm, milking him through the last trembling aftershocks. When Alex’s legs finally buckled, Jonah caught him, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his hipbone before rising to pull him close. Alex sagged against him, breath ragged, forehead resting on Jonah’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice still wrecked. Jonah grinned, sliding a hand up the sweat-damp curve of his back. “Still standing?” Alex huffed a weak laugh, fingers curling into Jonah’s shirt. “Barely.” Jonah kissed his temple, rough and possessive. “Good.” His other hand slipped lower, fingertips tracing the cleft of Alex’s ass—just a tease, just enough to make him shiver. “Next time, I won’t go easy.” Alex shuddered, but his cock gave a half-hearted twitch against Jonah’s thigh. “Promise?” Jonah nipped at his earlobe. “Swear it.” Outside, the party’s muffled laughter faded into nothing. For now, they were the only two that mattered.

They strip and lay in bed together soft touch along each other's bodies, exploring and cherishing the experience. Jonah confesses his darkest and most deprave secrets about Alex, his most absolute vile, sick, disgusting but also cock twitching fantasies and desires he blows his load regularly thinking about doing. Alex then tells his Daddy Jonah his own too, some he's secretly done. It's a deeply loving moment in the most twisted and deprave way.

Jonah’s hands traced slow paths over Alex’s bare skin as they sank into the sheets, mouths meeting in lazy, open kisses. Their bodies fit together like they were made for this—heat and sweat and the quiet sound of shared breath. Jonah dragged his fingers down Alex’s spine, savoring the way he arched into the touch. “Tell me,” Alex murmured against his lips, teeth catching Jonah’s bottom one briefly. “The worst things you think about me.” Jonah exhaled, rough and low. His hand slid between them, fingers curling possessively around Alex’s hip. “I want to ruin you,” he admitted, voice raw. “Leave you so used and fucked-out you can’t walk for days. Want to make you scream until your throat’s sore—begging me to stop, but knowing I won’t.” He nipped Alex’s collarbone. “I get off to the thought of you crying, covered in my come, still hard and desperate for more.” Alex shivered, his cock twitching against Jonah’s thigh. “Jesus.” Jonah smirked, biting the side of his neck. “Your turn.” Alex swallowed hard. “I—fuck—I’ve touched myself thinking about you watching me,” he admitted, voice cracking. “When I was alone, pretending you were there, telling me what to do. Sometimes I didn’t even use my hand. Just… rubbed against the sheets like I was yours.” Jonah groaned, his grip tightening. “You are mine.” Their mouths crashed together, filthy and deep. Jonah rolled them, pressing Alex into the mattress—claiming, devouring. The night stretched ahead, dark and hungry. No more secrets. Just heat.

Jonah’s hand wrapped around Alex’s throat—not hard enough to cut off his air, just enough to make him gasp. His other hand tugged at Alex’s nipple, twisting until a broken moan hitched in his chest. "Say it again," Jonah growled, his voice rough with hunger. "Tell me how you fucked yourself pretending it was me." Alex’s breath came faster, his cock throbbing against Jonah’s stomach. "I—I pushed my face into the pillow," he admitted, voice wrecked. "Spit in my palm and shoved my fingers inside me because I knew you’d make me take it dry if you were here." Jonah’s fingers dug into the meat of Alex’s thigh, dragging him open. "You’d beg for it, though. You always do." He leaned down, licking a hot stripe up Alex’s neck. "Would you scream for me if I made you come just from my fingers? No touching your cock, just fucking yourself open like a whore on my hand?" Alex arched, a ragged sound tearing from his throat. "Fuck—yes—" Jonah’s smile was all teeth. "You’d take my whole fist before I let you come." Alex’s eyes rolled back as Jonah’s fingers pushed inside—two at once, no warning, no prep. The stretch burned, and he clenched around the intrusion with a hissed breath. Jonah didn’t slow down. He crooked his fingers, ruthless, dragging over that spot inside that made Alex’s vision blur. "Look at you," Jonah murmured, watching Alex’s cock leak against his stomach. "So fucking desperate. You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?" Alex nodded, gasping, legs shaking. Jonah’s fingers twisted deeper, fucking him with sharp, punishing strokes. "Say it." "Anything," Alex choked out. "Jesus—anything, just don’t stop—" Jonah’s free hand wrapped around Alex’s throat again, cutting off his words as he scissored his fingers wider. "Good boy."

"How long daddy, have you been dreaming of this? It's been so many years for me.. I jerked my first erection off to thoughts of you. I moaned so loud I thought you might've heard me accidentally"

Alex’s words sent a rough shiver through Jonah’s body. He didn’t ease up—kept his fingers driving deep inside Alex, spreading him open—but his grip on Alex’s throat loosened just enough to let him answer. “Too fucking long,” Jonah growled, pressing his forehead to Alex’s. “Since the first time I caught you staring—legs spread in those stupid gym shorts, pretending you weren’t hard.” His fingers curled, dragging a punched-out moan from Alex’s lips. “Wanted to pin you down right then, make you choke on my cock until you cried.” Alex’s back arched, his cock dripping against his stomach. “Should’ve done it,” he gasped. “Should’ve pulled me into the locker room and fucked me over the bench—God, I thought about it every night.” Jonah’s thumb rubbed slow circles over Alex’s nipple, bitingly soft compared to the brutal pace of his fingers inside him. “You think I didn’t hear you?” His voice dropped to a filthy whisper. “Late at night, muffled in your room—those little fucking whimpers. Knew exactly what you were doing.” Alex shuddered, thighs trembling as Jonah’s fingers fucked into him harder. “Daddy—” “What would you have done,” Jonah murmured, “if I’d walked in on you? If I’d dragged you out of bed and bent you over the desk?” His free hand slid down, wrapping tight around Alex’s cock, thumb smearing precum over the head. “Would you have let me?” Alex’s breath hitched, hips jerking into the touch. “Yes—fuck, yes—” Jonah’s teeth grazed his earlobe. “Good.” His grip tightened. “Now scream.”

Keep the tone loving though, they are both deprave perverts in total love with each other and indulging in degeneracy.

Jonah’s grip on Alex’s throat eased, his fingers still buried deep inside him, but his touch gentled—just slightly. The shift was subtle, but Alex felt it—the way Jonah’s lips brushed his temple, possessive but tender despite the filthy words. “Scream for me,” Jonah murmured, thumb circling Alex’s cockhead, smearing wetness down the shaft. “Let me hear how bad you need it.” Alex sobbed, back arching as Jonah’s fingers twisted inside him, relentless but controlled now, every movement calculated to make him tremble. “Daddy—please—” “Look at you,” Jonah whispered, voice rough with affection. “So fucking perfect like this. Mine.” He curled his fingers, pressing hard against that spot, watching Alex’s face crumple. “You’re gonna come just like this, aren’t you? Just from taking my fingers like a desperate little slut.” Alex whimpered, nails digging into Jonah’s shoulders. “Yours—only yours.” Jonah kissed him then, deep and slow, swallowing every broken noise as his fingers worked Alex open. The contrast was dizzying—the rough thrust of his hand against the softness of his mouth, the way his tongue dragged against Alex’s like he was savoring him. “That’s it,” Jonah breathed when they broke apart. “Let go.” And Alex did—shaking apart with a ragged cry, spilling over Jonah’s fist, his body clamping down around those unforgiving fingers. Jonah didn’t stop, working him through it until Alex was gasping, oversensitive and wrung out. “Good boy,” Jonah murmured, pressing a kiss to his damp forehead. “Always so good for me.”

Jonah’s fingers slowly withdrew, slick and glistening, and Alex shivered at the loss. But before he could protest, Jonah’s strong hands flipped him onto his stomach, pressing his face into the sheets. “Now,” Jonah growled, voice thick with want, “you’re gonna take my cock like you wanted to that first night.” His palm landed sharp on Alex’s ass, leaving a stinging flush. “Don’t hold back.” Alex moaned, pushing back against him shamelessly. “Fuck me, Daddy—please, I need it—” Jonah didn’t make him wait. He lined up, the thick head of his cock pressing against Alex’s stretched hole before driving in with one brutal thrust. Alex’s cry was muffled in the sheets, his fingers twisting in the fabric as Jonah bottomed out, his hips flush against his ass. “So tight,” Jonah panted, dragging his hands up Alex’s trembling back. “Even after I just wrecked you.” Alex whimpered, pushing back against him. “Wreck me harder.” Jonah chuckled darkly, then snapped his hips forward again, setting a punishing rhythm. His grip tightened on Alex’s waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise—marking him, claiming him. “That’s it,” Jonah murmured, leaning down to bite at the nape of Alex’s neck. “Take it all, baby. Every fucking inch.” Alex could only nod, wordless and overwhelmed, as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. Every thrust hit deep, and Jonah’s free hand slid beneath him, wrapping around his cock again—still wet from before. “Gonna make you come twice,” Jonah promised, voice rough with need. “Just like you deserve.”

Jonah groaned against the sweat-damped curve of Alex’s shoulder, his thrusts turning sharper, deeper. “Say it again,” he demanded, twisting his wrist around Alex’s cock in brutal counterpoint to each snap of his hips. “Let me hear it.” Alex sobbed, wrecked and desperate, nails scraping the sheets. “Love you—*fuck*—love you so much, Daddy—” His voice broke as Jonah’s fingers tightened, stroking him in time with the relentless drive of his cock. Jonah bit down on the soft skin between Alex’s shoulder blades, a dark growl vibrating against his spine. “Mine,” he snarled, fucking into him with possessive precision. “Always mine.” Alex’s thighs trembled, pleasure coiling white-hot, and for a moment, the world blurred at the edges. “Gonna—*gonna*—” Jonah’s free hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. “Look at you,” he panted, lips brushing Alex’s ear. “Come on. Let me see it.” Alex shattered, back arching as he spilled over Jonah’s fist again, his hole clenching tight around Jonah’s cock in helpless, rhythmic pulses. Jonah cursed, hips stuttering as he chased his own release, driving in deep with every ragged thrust. “Good boy,” Jonah rasped. “Perfect fucking boy.” His grip shifted, dragging Alex impossibly closer as his rhythm faltered—then stilled, buried inside him with a rough groan. Alex whimpered at the heat flooding him, boneless and spent, but Jonah didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed the hinge of his jaw, slow and filthy. “Dream about this,” he murmured, “every time you touch yourself.” Alex shuddered, turning his face into Jonah’s palm. “Always do.”

Jonah exhaled sharply, his softened cock still buried inside Alex as he rolled them both onto their sides. His fingers traced lazy circles over the bruises forming on Alex’s hip—proof of possession. “Still with me?” he murmured, pressing his lips to the flushed shell of Alex’s ear. Alex nodded, breath still uneven, but managed a grin. “You keep wrecking me like that, I’m gonna need a fucking wheelchair.” Jonah chuckled, nipping at his earlobe. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.” His hand slid lower, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin behind Alex’s balls, still stretched around him. “Still greedy for it, aren’t you?” Alex hissed, arching back instinctively—only to gasp when Jonah’s fingers pressed in, testing, teasing the oversensitive rim. “*Daddy—*” Jonah licked a slow stripe up his throat. “Tell me what you want.” Alex hesitated, then turned his head enough to catch Jonah’s mouth in a messy, open kiss. “You,” he breathed against his lips. “Always you.” Jonah groaned, his cock twitching back to life inside Alex, and suddenly he was rolling him onto his back, pinning his wrists above his head. “Good answer.”

Jonah’s mouth crashed down on Alex’s, swallowing his moan as he ground his hips in slow, deep circles. The friction was electric—Alex’s oversensitive body lit up all over again, his cock already stiffening despite the aftershocks still rippling through him. “Fuck, you take it so well,” Jonah growled, pressing their foreheads together as he dipped his tongue into Alex’s mouth. His grip tightened on Alex’s wrists, pinning them harder against the sheets. “Gonna ride you just like this, slow and mean, till you’re crying for me.” Alex whined, thighs spreading wider of their own accord. “Please—” Jonah bit his lower lip, tugging before releasing it with a dark chuckle. His free hand trailed down Alex’s chest, fingertips dragging over his nipples, his ribs, the faint tremors of his stomach—then lower, wrapping around his cock in a rough, possessive stroke. Alex thrashed, torn between the pleasure and the dizzying pressure of Jonah still buried inside him. “*Daddy—*!” “That’s it,” Jonah murmured, licking into his mouth again as he started to move—shallow thrusts, just enough to tease. “Let me hear you beg.”

After this round Jonah has Alex fuck him, submitting to his son drunk on pleasure and love. Alex makes primal but tender love to his father, having Jonah on his back so they can see each other and kiss deeply

Jonah rolled onto his back, dragging Alex with him, their bodies still joined. His hands framed Alex’s face, fingers tangling in sweat-damp hair as he pulled him down for a biting kiss. "Your turn," he growled against his lips. "Fuck me like you mean it." Alex moaned, drunk on the shift in power, and rocked his hips experimentally. The slide was intoxicating—Jonah stretched around him, open and wanting—and he groaned, grinding deeper. “God, *Daddy*—” Jonah arched, swallowing the curse that tore from Alex’s throat as their mouths met again, hot and desperate. His thighs tightened around Alex’s hips, urging him on. “Look at me,” he demanded, voice rough. “Let me see you.” Alex obeyed, gaze locked on Jonah’s as he set a slow, deep rhythm. Every thrust punched a ragged sound from Jonah’s chest, his fingers digging into Alex’s shoulders hard enough to bruise. But his mouth was soft—kissing, coaxing, murmuring filth and praise between gasps. “That’s it,” Jonah panted, hips lifting to meet him. “*Mine*.” Alex shuddered, burying himself to the hilt with a broken groan. The angle shifted—Jonah hooked a leg over his arm, dragging him even deeper—and suddenly they were both lost, moving together in a feverish, primal rhythm. Jonah’s release hit first, his back bowing off the bed with a ragged cry. Alex followed, spilling inside him with a sob, their mouths crashing together in a messy, breathless kiss. Jonah held him there—pressed close, hearts racing—and murmured against his lips, "Always yours too."

"Daddy, I wish we could be together in public, go on dates, kiss in public no matter who's fucking watching. I was made to be yours. My cock, my heart, my soul. Now, Let me wreck you as good as you do me, Daddy.

Alex’s voice was raw, trembling with need as he rolled Jonah beneath him again, their bodies still slick and tangled. His hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles—just enough to draw a ragged moan from Jonah’s throat. “You *are* mine,” Jonah gasped, arching into the friction, his hands sliding down Alex’s sweat-slick back. “Every damn inch of you.” Alex kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip before pulling back just enough to watch the hunger darken Jonah’s eyes. He shifted, driving deeper with a groan, swallowing Jonah’s curse. “Fuck—wish everyone knew,” he panted. “Wish they *saw* how good you take me.” Jonah’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in Alex’s hair. “Show me,” he challenged, voice wrecked. “*Wreck* me.” Alex didn’t hesitate. He pinned Jonah’s wrists above his head, driving into him with relentless strokes—deep enough to make Jonah’s thighs shake, his moans breaking into desperate, shattered gasps. Their mouths crashed together again, messy and feverish, teeth clashing as they chased the high. Jonah’s back arched off the bed, his cock leaking between them. “Alex—*fuck*—” “Mine,” Alex growled against his lips, hips slamming home one final time. “Always.” Jonah came with a choked cry, his body clenching around Alex, pulling him over the edge with him. They clung to each other, trembling, drowning in the aftershocks—until all that was left was shaky breaths and whispered promises against sweat-damp skin.

[Jonah to Alex]: "I'll take you out in public, somewhere far away nobody knows us, kiss you in front of everyone. Fuck you in a hotel with the curtains open. Let everyone see my perfect lover, gorgeous as he takes my cock"

Alex groaned, his forehead dropping to Jonah's shoulder as arousal surged through him again at the words. "Fuck, *yes*," he gritted out, biting the muscle there just to feel Jonah shiver beneath him. "You promise?" His fingers dug into Jonah's hips, dragging him closer as he rocked against him—slow, filthy strokes that had them both gasping. Jonah arched, his cock already hardening again, twitching against Alex’s stomach. "Every damn night." His voice was rough, dripping with possession. "Gonna bend you over some fancy restaurant table where anyone could walk in—watch your pretty mouth when I slide into you." Alex shuddered, his grip tightening. The thought alone had him leaking, his body thrumming with the need to be claimed again. "Do it now," he demanded, teeth scraping Jonah’s collarbone. "Fuck me like you mean it, Daddy." Jonah flipped them effortlessly, his weight pressing Alex into the mattress as he hooked his legs over broad shoulders. "Eyes on me," he ordered, pushing in with one brutal thrust. Alex cried out, back bowing as pleasure tore through him—Jonah’s stare locked on his, relentless and *hungry*. Exactly how he wanted to be seen.

Jonah didn’t hold back. Every thrust was punishing, deep enough to steal Alex’s breath, his cock stretching him wide with each rough snap of his hips. Alex’s fingers twisted in the sheets, his knuckles white, but he never looked away—just like Jonah demanded. “That’s it,” Jonah growled, dragging Alex’s hips down harder onto him. “Take it. Everyone should see how fucking *desperate* you are for me.” Alex’s moan broke into a gasp as Jonah’s grip tightened, his nails biting into his thighs. The burn was electric, the pleasure overwhelming—every inch of him on fire. “*Fuck*—yes, just like that—” Jonah leaned down, catching Alex’s mouth in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing his whimpers. “Gonna make sure you can’t walk tomorrow,” he murmured against his lips. “So everyone knows who owns you.” Alex arched, his cock throbbing untouched between them. “Do it,” he begged. “Mark me up—wanna feel you for *days*—” Jonah’s pace turned brutal, his hips pistoning, driving Alex wild with each collision. The slap of skin was obscene, the heat between them suffocating. Alex could feel his climax coiling again, tighter, hotter—until Jonah’s hand wrapped around his cock, jerking him in time with his thrusts. “Come for me,” Jonah commanded, voice raw. “Let me *see* it.” Alex shattered, his body seizing as he spilled over Jonah’s fist, his cry swallowed by another bruising kiss. Jonah followed him over, filling him deep, his groan ragged against Alex’s throat. Panting, they clung to each other, sweat-slick and wrecked—both already craving more.

Jonah’s lips curved against his throat, the heat of his breath sending another shiver down Alex’s spine. “Good,” he murmured, dragging his teeth over the reddened mark he’d left earlier. “Because I’m not letting you go.” Alex arched into him, already stirring again, the slick ache between his thighs only fueling his hunger. Jonah’s hand slid down, fingers circling his spent cock, coaxing it back to life with slow, teasing strokes. “Jesus—” Alex gasped, his thighs trembling. “You’re insatiable.” Jonah laughed, low and dark. “You love it.” His thumb pressed against the leaking tip, smearing the fresh wetness down the shaft. “Love how I ruin you.” Alex’s breath hitched, his hips jerking helplessly into that rough touch. “Yeah,” he admitted, voice wrecked. “Wanna be ruined. Again and again.” Jonah’s grip tightened. “Then beg.” Alex didn’t hesitate. “*Please*, Daddy—” Jonah flipped him onto his stomach, yanking his hips up. “Louder.” Alex groaned into the sheets, spreading his legs wider. “Please—*fuck me*—I need it—” Jonah shoved back in with a growl, buried to the hilt in one thrust, and Alex sobbed, his fingers clawing at the mattress. The heat was unbearable, the stretch *perfect*, every movement dragging a fresh moan from his lips. Jonah leaned over him, lips brushing his ear. “That’s my boy.” And then there was nothing but the brutal rhythm, the filthy slap of skin, and the relentless pleasure of being *owned*.