Pounding Carrot Cake

The next morning was Father’s Day, a time where sons and daughters got to show their dads how much they appreciated them. Two days ago, Mrs. Cake couldn’t think of a better way for Pound to show his appreciation than by fulfilling his dad’s fantasies of having sex with him. And last night, after coming to the glorious revelation that Pound didn’t mind having sex with other guys, he decided to go through with his mom’s idea.

After Pound Cake woke up from his slumber, he immediately texted his mom saying that he would be at Sugar-cube corner as soon as possible, and that he was accepting her offer to show his dad a spicy good time. Mrs. Cake was happy to hear the news, but not nearly as happy as her husband Carrot Cake. After all this time, he was finally going to live out the wet dreams that he had with his sexy son. Mr. Cake almost wanted to masturbate out of excitement for this occasion, but decided to hold off so he can focus his stamina on pleasing his son’s insatiable hunger for his body.

The Cakes have a Father’s Day lunch for Carrot Cake hosted by Pinkie Pie, who grilled hamburgers and hotdogs for everyone to enjoy. Everyone got Mr. Cake a plethora of gifts, including a daddy/daughter mug from his daughter Pumpkin, a new set of measuring cups from Pinkie Pie, and a Betsy’s BBQ gift card from his wife Cup Cake. After the gifts were exchanged, it was time for Pound to give his dad his Father’s Day gift. Thusly, it was off to Pound Cake’s college dorm for the main event.

“Thank you for doing this for me son,” Mr. Cake says as he and his son hold hands walking through the halls of the dorm.

“The pleasure’s all mine, sweetie,” Pound Cake replies with a stern bedroom glare, wanting to get his dad all hot and bothered for what they were about to do.

“Oh, I love it when you call me that,” Mr. Cake responds, his cheeks flushed. The two of them arrive at Pound’s dorm room, and Pound, being the gentleman that he is, allows his dad entry first. When Mr. Cake walks into his son’s dorm room, he is impressed with how neat and organized it is. The bed was neatly made, and no doubt looked comfortable. Mr. Cake was looking forward to possibly spending the night with his handsome son, sleeping in his arms, being the sweet and submissive little spoon.

“You have a really nice place Pound,” Mr. Cake says.

“What can I say? You and mom raised me right,” Pound Cake replies.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Mr. Cake says, putting on his bedroom eyes and beginning to take off his clothes, “you are about to make love to your own father, you naughty boy.”

“Look who’s talking,” Pound replies, also taking his clothes off and looking at his dad like he was a tall drink of water, “you were the one who suggested we do this, I think that makes you the naughty boy.” Mr. Cake giggles at his son’s comment, knowing full well that he was a very naughty boy. Before long, both Pound and Carrot Cake are completely naked, their erections unobstructed by their jeans. Pound walks up to his dad until they were a half inch away, close enough for his dad to know that he was breathing heavily.

“Are you nervous honey?” Mr. Cake asks, wanting to make absolutely sure that his son was comfortable with this.

“A little bit,” Pound replies, twiddling his thumbs out of bashfulness, “I think we should get into bed for this, get comfortable with each other and everything.”

“You don’t have to worry son,” Mr. Cake replies, hugging his son and giving him a kiss on the cheek, “I’ve been having sex for a long time, and since you’re new to having sex with boys, just let me guide you through it. Chances are you will start getting hot and bothered in no time.” Mr. Cake undoes the covers of Pound’s bed and climbs on top of it before laying on his back. Pound decides to begin his descent into the shallow end, crawling on top of his sexy naked dad and getting ready for their trip on the incest express. Pound Cake pulls the covers over him and allows himself to descend onto his dad. The two of them grab each other tightly and begin making out with each other.

Pound and his dad were so full of pent up sexual tension that they wasted no time taking pleasure in each other’s sexuality. Moans were elicited from both of them as they kissed and humped each other like animals mating in the wild. Their dicks were throbbing and leaking pre from how rubbery they felt against one another, and Mr. Cake started grabbing at his son's soft and smooth ass. Pound loved what he was doing, but this kind of homosexual incest was still so foriegn to him. Pretty soon, he was feeling something that he had never felt before in any of his sexual encounters. He felt like he was going to cum prematurely. Either he loved his dad that much, or he was so inexperienced with gay sex that it was throwing him off his game.

"Ohh dad, mmmnngh fuck," Pound moans, feeling himself about to burst before they were even started. Suddenly, Mr. Cake grabs his son's hand and holds it close to both of them.

"You're doing great son," Mr. Cake says, looking deep into his son's eyes like they were a real romantic couple guiding each other through sex. "You don't have to go so hard. If you feel like you're gonna cum early, we can sit up and you can just kiss me to start with. When you feel ready get down to business, just let me know." Pound Cake was blushing profusely, touched by his father's words of encouragement. Despite this new level of romance the two of them were experiencing, Pound was still glad that his dad was guiding him like a dad would. He allows his heart rate to subside for a moment before sitting up with his dad still facing him. "There you go, nice and calm," Mr. Cake purrs as he caresses his son's cheek, "just hold me in your arms, and let your body respond accordingly." Pound closes his eyes halfway, parting his lips as if to prepare to lock them with his dad's. Eventually, the two sets of lips meet and Pound and his dad are able to continue making out.

"I love you so much dad," Pound admits, saying it as much more than just a family member.

"I love you too sweetheart," Mr. Cake replies, continuing to make out as he held hands with his son. Eventually, the two of them put their hands on each other's shoulders and wrap their legs around each other. Their cute moans filled the room with their unorthodox orchestra, feeling great love for each other as father and son, as well as lovers. Pound and Carrot Cake wrap their arms around each other again and make out harder than before. Mr. Cake's dick was now touching his son's butt, which gave Pound a tingle down his spine. The two familial lovers couldn't get enough of each other, and no matter how long they partook in their love-making, they wouldn't get enough of each other. After another five minutes of passionate kissing, Pound and his dad disband their lips from one another, panting heavily and staring at each other with great desire in their hearts.

"You are a natural honey," Mr. Cake says.

"Thank you, d-daddy," Pound Cake replies, not caring about how cliche that pet name was, especially in this scenario where it was literal.

"I think you're ready for the main event," Mr. Cake says, wanting to finally get his son's cock jammed into his thick tush. He turns around and gets down on all fours, allowing his ass, and his long hanging dick, to be readily available to his lover. Pound feels himself finally gaining his self-confidence back, and he gets an idea.

"Well, let's make sure that asshole of yours is good and ready then," Pound says before leaning over and sticking his face into his dad's plump booty. This catches Mr. Cake by surprise, but he starts moaning as soon as his son starts licking his one and only entrance. Pound's tongue goes in and out of his dad's asshole, priming Mr. Cake for the rutting it was about to take. Pound even spits onto Mr. Cake's puckered star before inserting his thumb inside. He twirls his thumb around his dad's anal walls, stimulating Mr. Cake's prostate and causing his penis to twitch from the sensation. "You're almost ready dad, just one more thing," Pound says, climbing off of the bed to grab the bottle of body oil on his nightstand. He takes the bottle with him back to the bed before unscrewing the top and pouring some onto his dad's massive rear.

"I like your thinking son," Mr. Cake comments as he gets oil rubbed into his ass cheeks, and a little into his anus to make entry for Pound even easier.

"If you like the way I think, well, you're gonna love the way I fuck," Pound says with a devious grin before grabbing hold of his dad's booty and inserting his long and thick member inside of his waiting asshole.

"NYAAAAAAAHHH <3" Mr. Cake's moan reaches a girlish pitch as he finally experiences his son's manliness being used to make love to him. Pound fucks his dad's ass without any further hesitation, his previous prudishness purged from his system. He moans as he watches his dad's booty bounce with every thrust like all the girls he had sex with in the past. Both parties were reveling in what they were doing right now, and there was no doubt that they would do it more in the future. Pound Cake and his dad experiment with their doggy style sex, from having Pound grab his dad by the arms to Pound leaning over to give his dad's neck a good lick. Mr. Cake decides to lower his upper body and spread his legs out so that Pound could loom over him more as he made love to him. Pound had lifted his right leg over his dad's so that he could get more leverage to keep fucking his ass without his cock slipping out. This position made Pound's sex with his dad all the more stimulating, and after five more minutes, he could feel his semen about to fill his dad's hole.

"Ohh yeah dad, guhh, gonna f-fucking cum," Pound moans, his thrusts getting faster and harder as he approached his climax.

"Yes sweetie! Fill me to the brim with your life-giving juices! Breed me!" Mr. Cake moans. Despite the fact that he couldn't biologically get pregnant, he felt in this moment like a woman getting bred by her hunky husband. Only a moment passes as Pound, with one last powerful thrust, pumps waves of his cum into his dad's ass. This also causes Mr. Cake to cum all over his son's sheets. The two of them enter their brief post-nut sobriety long enough for Pound to slip his cock out of his dad's creamed sex-hole. Though Mr. Cake had now achieved his dreams, he and his son knew that they were far from done.

"I want to make a proposal to you dad," Pound Cake says as his dad picks himself up and turns himself over.

"What is it baby?" Mr. Cake replies.

"Let's suck each other's dicks," Pound blurts out with nearly unrealistic confidence in his voice.

"Oh my," Mr. Cake exclaims, surprised more by his son wanting to suck his dick, rather than himself sucking his son's, "that is quite the proposal. How about I go first? In fact, you can just straight-up throat-fuck me if you want."

"Is that so?" Pound says, a mischievous smile returning to his face.

"Yeah, your mother actually does it to me with a strap-on all the time," Mr. Cake admits. He and his wife were certainly experimental in their sexual activity. Pound takes this invitation with enthusiasm, priming himself for insertion into his dad's mouth. Mr. Cake just lays back on the bed and opens wide for his son's still fully erect penis to enter. There was no need for him to do anything as, for this moment, he was his son's utter plaything. Pound Cake slides his cock into his dad's mouth and begins thrusting it down his throat. The moans and glugs from Mr. Cake were plentiful, and his face reflected both how arousing this was for him, as well as how much it rendered his mind completely blank. Mr. Cake did nothing more than use his left hand to caress and play with his son's plump ass. Pound Cake found this deep-throating sensation familiar yet orgasmic, his dad's tongue and lips wet with saliva making it easy for him to go fast. Though he could have continually rutted his dad's throat like there was no tomorrow, Pound chose to re-adjust his speed from time to time, making sure his dad was enjoying it as well. Judging from how much his cock was twitching, it was easy to assume that Mr. Cake was throughly enjoying being a slutty oral queen for his son.

"Alright, I think you've had enough," Pound Cake says, removing his cock from Mr. Cake's mouth before making the journey down to his, "It's my turn now." Despite never having sucked another man's cock before, Pound wanted to connect with his dad in a way that showed him he was dependent on him for pleasure and comfort. After helping him get comfortable with each other's sexuality, Pound figured he could pay his dad back by showing him a little subservience. Pound kisses Mr. Cake's tip a few times before wrapping his tongue and lips around it. He looks up at his dad with a twinkle in his eyes as he started slowly bobbing his head up and down.

"Oh yeah son, that feels so fucking good, mmmmmhh..." Mr. Cake moans as he takes pleasure in this familiar, yet new sensation. Pound closes his eyes and lets out a few coos as he continues sucking his dad's cock like he was trying to remember what it was like breastfeeding from his mom. He didn't question if he should be doing anything special, or if this was unmanly, he simply enjoyed having another man's cock inside of his mouth. If Pound was being honest with himself, his dad was the only man's cock he would ever want to suck, because the connection that the two of them had was much stronger than the connection Pound made with Sponge Pastry and Brownie Batter last night. Pound's act was a symbol of dependence and reliance on the man who helped bring him into the world.

"ohh~ Would you like for daddy to cum inside your ass sweetie?" Mr. Cake asks, to which Pound pops his head off of his dad's dick like a dog hearing a new bag of food being opened. Pound nods his head and turns around on all fours, giving his dad a chance to show that he was just as good at giving as he was receiving.

"Please daddy, make me yours," Pound Cake says as he jiggles his bubble butt towards his father, who grabbed the bottle of oil from the nightstand before applying some to his son's inviting rear end. After spending longer than necessary rubbing in the substance, Mr. Cake was ready to give his son's ass a pounding like never before. He lines his cock up with his target and grabs Pound by the waist before lodging himself into his fat ass. Mr. Cake begins fucking his muscular son as he moans from underneath him.

"Yess, keep going, your baby wants more, ooohh," Pound moans, somehow finding enjoyment in being bent over and pounded like a slut despite his muscular features. But that only aroused Pound even more, he loved that he was a muscular stud getting fucked like a feminine whore. Pound Cake cums multiple times over the course of the dicking he was receiving from his father. Despite the fact that his dad wanted to be the submissive one, Pound was impressed that he not only had a big enough cock, but enough testosterone and stamina to make love to him like he was. Pound's mom definitely made the right decision marrying this man. Pound's dad even decides to raise him up from underneath his elbows, eventually making it so that the two of them can make out as they made sweet love to each other. After ten glorious minutes of passionate love-making, however, it was time for the ride to come to its inevitable conclusion.

"You ready hun?" Mr. Cake asks as he speeds up his thrusts, feeling all the semen contained within his ballsack churning and ready for ejection.

"Oh yes daddy! Fill your little boy up! I love you so f-fucking m-much!!" Pound moans, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his eyes rolled backwards, and his cheeks as red as a tomato.

"I love you too son!!" Mr. Cake says. Thus, with one last thrust and one last loud moan from both of them, Mr. Cake floods his son's ass with every drop of baby batter his balls could produce. Pound Cake feels himself about to pass out over the copious amount of pleasure he experienced, a pleasure that was unlike any that had ever come before. With that, Pound and Carrot Cake were tired and sweaty to the point where they had no other desire but to cuddle with each other in Pound's bed. The two of them lay down, Carrot Cake spooning his son as he pull the covers over them. Mr. Cake wraps his arms and his left leg around Pound, showing him comfort and love that only a husband could give. Though he originally wanted to be the little spoon, Mr. Cake saw this as a fitting conclusion to his and Pound's father-son sex. His son resting in his arms, just like it's always been.

"I h-hope you enjoyed all of that," Pound Cake says, struggling to stay awake.

"I did son," Mr. Cake answers, "this was the best father's day present I could ask for."

"H-, mmngh~ h-happy Father's Day dad," Pound replies before succumbing to his fatigue and falling asleep in his dad's arms. As he rested in his son's bed, Mr. Cake noticed the sun starting to make way for nightfall. To him, it didn't matter if they were going to do anything for dinner, or if once they woke up they were just going to shower, have more sex, and fall back asleep for the night. It didn't matter what happened from now on, because tonight Mr. Cake experienced a bond with his son that no other father had experienced before. There was nothing else that he could've possibly asked for. There was no doubt that he was going to have sex with his son again, especially so that he can get him involved in the shenanigans he and his wife got up to. For as unorthodox as it seemed, as far as he was concerned, nothing could stop Mr. Cake now.

"I love you son, and I always will..."