Pounding Carrot Cake

by MCKeanG

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Pound Cake, Mrs. Cake, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Mr. Cake, Sex, Fetish
Length: 9338

Mr. Cake wants his muscular son Pound to have sex with him, but Pound isn’t sure. That is, until he sees something that changes him forever.

After watching his son Pound Cake grow into a sexy muscular man, Carrot Cake is suddenly struck with the desire to get romantically involved with him. Mrs. Cake tries to encourage Pound to go through with it, but he is still a little apprehensive. Once he gets involved with something unorthodox however, Pound is able to make his final decision.

And just in time for Father’s Day too.

The Father’s Day story written for Incest is Wincest’s Double Trouble Contest. Don’t forget to check out this story’s companion piece:
Blissful Ignorance

Cover art by senthaurekmern

All characters are ages 18 or over!

Published 2022-05-31 07:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-05-31 07:40:00 UTC

Chapter 1- Priorities Set Straight

Pound Cake has seen a lot of action since he became an adult. Over the years, Pound had been exercising daily in order to achieve the perfect manly figure. His efforts were worth it, as he quickly developed muscles in every desired area of his body. With bulging biceps, broad shoulders, razor sharp pecs, rock-hard abs, and well-toned legs, Pound was a hunk from his top to his bottom. In fact, it seemed like the most attractive physical trait that Pound had was near the bottom, where he was storing all of his fat. After doing countless sets of squats and lunges, Pound Cake had developed a well-sculpted ass that was typical of any college-age man, even though it was bigger than most others at his school. Needless to say, Pound got himself some looks from some of the most beautiful women he had ever seen once he entered college. As such, Pound Cake has gotten laid a bunch with a select few female students. At least once every week he would sleep with one, sometimes two chicks, who were as hot as most PlayPony models, and tonight was one of those nights.

Pound was visiting the dorm of a recurring sex partner named Glamour Gams, a light-purple pegasus mare who had developed a following on social media for her makeup tutorials and her dance videos that often featured her twerking. Her massive rear was like a relic to Pound, who had been following her on social media since they first met. Glamour also had DD-cup breasts, plump lips, and some real birthing hips, all qualities that Pound admired dearly. She also wasn't afraid to get a little sarcastic now and again, her comments always eliciting a laugh out of Pound. Glamour Gams had invited Pound over to show off a new golden one-piece V-shaped bikini that she had bought from Rarity's boutique. He was quick to give the swimsuit his approval, especially once she started oiling herself up and twerking in his direction. Before long, the two of them started making out, hungry for each other's affection.

"Oh Pound, uunnggh~ yeah touch me right there sweetie," Glamour Gams moans, Pound Cake caressing her breasts from underneath her bikini. He was still in his boxers, yet to remove them so they can commence their afternoon sex.

"I know you like when I touch you Glam, but how about we have some real fun?" Pound asks, giving his partner a peck on the nape of her neck.

"Hell yeah big boy," Glamour responds, getting off Pound for a moment so that he could stand up and remove his boxers. His fully erect cock is then covered with a condom for protection. Glamour Gams takes off her bikini before laying down on her bed, ready to fully embrace her handsome lover. Pound crawls on top of his partner and locks lips with her before sliding his thick member into her pussy. Glamour lets out a loud moan before wrapping her arms and legs around Pound, who began thrusting at a quick pace, so much so that his own ass vibrated. They make out and fuck like rabbits in the missionary position for a glorious ten minutes before Pound decides to place his dick in-between Glamour's swollen cleavage. He grabs the bottle of oil and pours more onto the plump boobs before grabbing onto them and thrusting his hips over and over again.

"Yeah, you like fucking these fat titties don't ya hun?" Glamour Gams exclaims. The musky aroma of Pound Cake's rod assaulted her nose with every thrust, and looking up at the muscular figure above her made her feel more submissive to his actions. The plushness of Glamour's tits, which were made more slippery by the oil, sent pleasure all throughout Pound's body. After another ten minutes of titty-fucking, Glamour got down on all fours, shaking her ass like Pound were her video camera. Pound lathers more oil onto the thick butt cheeks before rubbing it in nicely and placing his cock in-between them. He hotdogs Glamour's buns without restraint, loving the feeling of her gelatinous ass encasing his dick. Glamour moans from the sensation of giving an assjob to such a sexy man. Before long, Pound plunges his cock into Glamour's womanhood at full force, fucking her like they were dogs in heat.

"oh fuck yeah, mmm~ fuck that big beautiful ass honeybun unnggh <3" Glamour moans loudly, reveling in the pleasure of being bent over and banged like a submissive breedable slut. Her tongue rolls out of her mouth and her eyes roll backwards as she takes an ass-full of meat from her hunky master. Her ass and boobs jiggle with each thrust, which only turned Pound on even more. He tugged at Glamour's hair, which made her moan louder and cum uncontrollably. After another ten minutes of the air being filled with the sound of clapping and moaning, Pound finally feels like his volcano is about to erupt.

"Oh Glam Gams," Pound Cake moans, "I'm g-gonna, gonna...c-cum!!" With one last moan from the both of them Pound unleashes a truckload of semen into the condom that he was wearing. Glamour’s orgasm is so intense that she almost passes out, which would not have been a concern considering that she was on her bed. Pound slips his log out of her and the two of them spoon for a bit as they recover from their orgasms.

“Oh my Celestia,” Glamour Gams says, “you get better every time.”

“Always happy to help a girl in need,” Pound replies.

“You wanna go again?” Glamour asks, “I still want to sit on your face.”

“Absolutely!” Pound Cake answers, “one more though, I’m visiting my folks for dinner tonight.”

“Alright family man,” Glamour replies with a kiss on the lips, “but I better see you in my bed the morning after that house party tomorrow night.”

“Oh, I’ll be there,” Pound says, “and so will probably two more girls.” That last little comment earned a laugh from Glamour, who knew that he probably wasn’t wrong. The two of them proceed to engage in more sexual escapades with Glamour on top instead of Pound. The man was loving living like a king.

Meanwhile, at Sugar Cube Corner, Carrot and Cup Cake were engaging in their own sexual activity. Despite being married for almost two decades, they still had a lot of drive to show each other a romantically good time. This was also helped by the fact that they were always open to trying new things in the bedroom, sometimes involving another person like Pinkie Pie. Before getting started on dinner for when Pound arrived, Carrot and Cup Cake decided to relieve some sexual tension. Pumpkin Cake could hear from her bedroom that they were clearly having a good time, though she was trying to drown out the noise by engaging in her own self-pleasure. It especially sounded like her dad was having a good time, since he was moaning the most. She figured that he just loved fucking her mom doggy style that much.

“oh yes~ that feels so fucking good!” Carrot Cake moans.

“Yeah? You like getting fucked in that fat ass of yours?” Mrs. Cake exclaims. As a matter of fact, Mr. Cake was getting pegged by his wife. These two were very experimental in the bedroom, and one thing that they both enjoyed was role reversal, with Carrot Cake getting a lubed up silicone dildo on a strap-on worn by Cup Cake repeatedly thrusted into his asshole. Since they became a couple, Mrs. Cake was aware of her husband’s bi-sexuality, as evidenced by the male football players he used to make out with before she and him started dating in college. Carrot Cake always had the hots for both women and men, but he was absolutely in love with the girl that he married. Cup Cake was happy to fulfill both sides to his sexual preferences, and soon pegging became a common occurrence in the bedroom.

Mr. Cake loved being bent over like a slut and feeling a hard cock in his ass fucking him roughly with no end in sight. He especially loved it when his ass, and the cock that was inside of him, we’re both oiled up. The shimmer on his skin added to the appeal of his booty, which was considerably bigger and more bouncy than most other men. Carrot Cake had less muscles than his son and his skin was much squishier and softer than a typical man. He wasn’t a total femboy though, as his erect cock went past his belly button in terms of length. This made him a perfect partner for Cup Cake, not to mention that he was caring, compassionate, and supportive of her dream to run a bakery.

“You like having that carrot in your ass fucking you like a little slut baby?” Mrs. Cake moans as she continues to ram her hot husband in his thick caboose. Despite the fact that she was a plus-sized woman, Cup Cake still did enough cardio to have enough physical strength to peg Carrot Cake.

“oh yeah, I’m g-gonna cum, fuck me more,” Carrot Cake chirps, his cock twitching as his prostate was massaged with every thrust from his busty wife. Mrs. Cake thrusts faster, anticipating that it wouldn’t be long until they both reached their climaxes. After five more minutes of pegging, Mr. Cake cums all over the covers, letting out a loud moan as his orgasm surges throughout his body. Cup Cake cums shortly after her husband’s orgasm, eventually pulling the strap-on out of his busted rear. The married couple lay down on the bed together, but not before using two bath towels to clean the mess that Mr. Cake made.

“So I take it you enjoyed that dear,” Mrs. Cake says to her tired husband.

“Oh that was wonderful,” Mr. Cake responds, “it was like living out my fantasies of my…well, our son, giving me his juicy meat.” Cup Cake chuckles.

“You still like to think about that?” Mrs. Cake says, seemingly unfazed by her husband’s open desire to have sex with Pound Cake. Carrot Cake had mentioned it before, saying that he felt ashamed but that he just couldn’t help it. Pound Cake had grown up to be a big, strong, and healthy man. Mr. Cake had watched him run before, and needless to say, he was impressed by how much stamina he had. He was also impressed by how big and well-toned his son’s glutes were, and by the way he would sweat. The shimmering skin of Pound’s shirtless torso, and the way his sweat-soaked gym shorts clung to his booty. Mr. Cake even noticed a bulge in his son’s shorts a few times, which made him feel compelled to rip them off and relieve him of his tension. He imagined the smell of Pound’s sweat combined with the natural musk of his balls and cock assaulting his nose as he sucked him off. He was embarrassed to admit it, but the only incest that Carrot Cake desired was sex with his Adonis-like son.

“It’s okay if you do sweetie,” Mrs. Cake says, reassuring her blushing husband, “I think about it too.”

“Heh, you’ve lived it,” Mr. Cake retorts. It was no longer a secret that Cup Cake had developed an attraction for Pound as well. In fact, for their eighteenth birthday, Mrs. Cake arranged for Pound and Pumpkin to have sex with both her and Pinkie Pie. Since then, Mrs. Cake has been banging her son and her daughter. In other words, she had no issue with her husband wanting to get in on the action too, and it was certainly no surprise that he had eyes for Pound in particular.

“Y’know, this Sunday is Father’s Day,” Mrs Cake says, “I could see if maybe Pound would be willing to make your dreams come true.” Carrot Cake turns his head with an excited expression on his face.

“You mean it?” Mr. Cake responds. His elated expression suddenly fades to one of timidity. “But isn’t he just straight?”

“Oh come on,” Mrs. Cake exclaims with an eyeroll, “he’s done anal with me before, I don’t think it matters who he does it with, an asshole’s an asshole after all.”

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true,” Mr. Cake says, his dick twitching over the thought that his son might actually have sex with him on Father’s Day, “that would be great honey.”

“Good,” Mrs. Cake replies, “we should probably get dressed, I’ll ask Pound after dinner.”

Carrot and Cup Cake are able to clothe themselves before Pound Cake arrives for dinner. Pound gets to catch up with his family about what they’ve been doing over the past week. Pumpkin Cake reveals that she has found a couple of options for student housing that she is going to look at with Mrs. Cake sometime within the next week. Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Cake have been looking into hiring a few new staff members and managers so that they can keep things around the bakery running smoothly, and find more time to spend with each other. The Cakes enjoy each other’s company, as well as the food prepared by Mrs. Cake.

The woman whose choice of outfit underneath her apron had Pound quick to notice what it was. Mrs. Cake was only wearing a white bra and panties underneath her white and pink apron. While the sight wasn’t obscene, at least when work-hour dress codes were not in effect, it still did very little to mask her alluring figure. So it was good that Mr. Cake decided to file paperwork for the end of the week and that Pumpkin had decided to study for an upcoming quiz, because that gave Pound Cake and his mom the chance to do the dishes alone. Or at least, doing the dishes was their excuse to cover up their true intentions.

“Come here you,” Pound says as he undoes his moms apron before wrapping his arms around her, resting one hand on her left hip and the other on her right shoulder. They move in for a hot and wet make-out session that allows for Pound to undo Mrs. Cake’s bra. She lets it slip off of her mountainous chest, all the while she and her son continue to French kiss each other. They separate, and Mrs. Cake turns around to allow Pound to slip off her panties. Once he pulls them down to his moms ankles, he grabs a bottle of vegetable oil and pours some onto her thick derrière. He then pulls out his fully erect log from downstairs, primed for insertion into Mrs. Cake’s ass. Pound grabs the gigantic and slippery flesh-bubbles in front of him and slides his cock into his moms puckered star.

“oohhh~ you want to see this fat booty bounce don’t you?” Mrs. Cake moans, happy to serve the hunk that was showing her a good time. Pound reaches around his mom’s body and grabs onto her breasts, fondling them like they were blobs of slime. The sound of plaps and moans echoed throughout the room. It was certain that Pumpkin and Carrot Cake were able to hear them at this point. Cup Cake and Pound Cake didn’t care, however. After about three minutes, the couple move away from the counter and Mrs. Cake kneels down before lying her upper body down uselessly on the floor. Pound kneels down behind her before eating out her pussy like it were one of her cakes. He continues this for a few more minutes before standing back up and slipping his penis back into his mom’s blue starfish.

“yess! F-fuck me sweetie! Fuck mommy in her ass and make her cum!” Mrs. Cake squeaks.

“Oh yeah, ohh <3 you fuckin’ like that?” Pound Cake moans under his breath. They continue to breed like animals in the wild for five minutes before Pound finally loses his grip on his orgasm. With one last powerful thrust, he floods his moms ass with his healthy baby batter. Mrs. Cake cums all over the floor, though she is unfazed by the mess that she made. After her son slips his cock out of her butt, Mrs. Cake stands up and collects herself, turning around before giving Pound a kiss on the lips.

“Enjoyable as always stud,” Mrs. Cake purrs, caressing her son’s hips.

“It was my pleasure,” Pound Cake replies.

“Same here,” Mrs. Cake says, “but you know who would also find that enjoyable?”

“Oh, who?” Pound asks, pondering who she could be alluding to. He had been having sex with a number of female students at college already, so he was unsure of any other girl that would be interested in meeting him.

“Well, y’know how we love to have sex despite the fact that we’re family?” Mrs. Cake asks, to which Pound nods his head back at her. At this point, Pound thought that his mom was leading up to a proposal to have sex with his sister Pumpkin Cake, which he had never done before. “And you know how me and your sister are both women, and yet we sometimes have sex with each other?”

“Mmhmm,” Pound replies. As a matter of fact it was Pumpkin’s preference for women that kept him from trying to have sex with her.

“Well…” Mrs. Cake hesitates, “…your father wants to have sex with you too.” Pound’s heart nearly stops, he didn’t expect to hear that. He was aware that his dad had a fetish for pegging, but he was caught off guard when he heard that he was craving the real deal. It seemed as if Pound Cake was so muscular and handsome that he had successfully, though unintentionally, made his own father fall in love with him. Pound wasn’t ready to admit that his cock grew a little upon suddenly having the thought in his head of his dad bent over while he rutted him in the ass.

“I know this is probably shocking dearie,” Mrs. Cake says in an attempt to reassure her son, “but he really loves you and just wants to spend some father-son time with you, even if it’s a little unorthodox.”

“I-I u-umm u-uhh…” Pound Cake trips over his own words, attempting to form a coherent sentence, “I a-appreciate the o-offer, mom,” he says, “but I’m not sure i-if, w-well I mean…” Pound shivers. He didn’t want to accept his mom’s proposal on his dad’s behalf, and yet a part of him didn’t want to reject it either. That part in particular was between his legs, and it was back up to full mast. Pound Cake couldn’t tell at this point if his erection was coming from his still naked mom, or the thoughts of his dad flew throughout his brain.

“It’s okay son, I know you like girls, and I promise that you will always like girls,” Mrs. Cake says, putting her hands on her son’s shoulders, “but look at it this way, you and I just engaged in anal sex, so it’s not like it would feel foreign if you stuck that big manly cock of yours inside a different gender’s asshole.”

“I appreciate the thought,” Pound replies, “that’s a good way of looking at it.” He gives his mom a big hug before continuing. “I’m not saying no, definitely not saying no,” Pound explains, “but…but I-uhh…” he starts stumbling, did Pound actually want to accept the offer?

“I’ll have to think about it first,” Pound Cake finally clarifies, “after all, you gotta get into their heart before you get into their pants, as they say.” His mom gives him a smile.

“That’s okay son,” Mrs. Cake says, “but I think we both know that you’re already a deep focus of your father’s heart.” She starts making out with her son to ease him of his tension. “I should probably take a shower, will you be okay doing the dishes by yourself.”

“Absolutely,” Pound Cake replies.

“Thanks honey,” Mrs. Cake says, a grateful expression on her face, “I love you son.”

“I love you too mom,” Pound Cake replies before getting started on unloading the clean dishes from the washer. Mrs. Cake walks out of the kitchen, Pound staring gleefully at her shimmering booty bouncing with each step, and goes into the bathroom. Pound took his time on the dishes, because he now had some serious thinking to do.

Chapter 2- Just Guys Being Gays

“Your father wants to have sex with you…”

Those eight words had been echoing in Pound Cake’s head since his exchange with his mom last night. He still couldn’t believe that it wasn’t all just some dream trying to mess with his sexuality. He pondered his response throughout the rest of his night. He didn’t want to hurt his dad’s feelings, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be comfortable with the two of them sleeping with each other. How was he going to say no? Or rather, did he even want to say no?

Pound Cake was ashamed of admitting it, but a part of him really wanted to get laid with his dad. Orientation play was a kink that Pound was new to, but he was familiar with it thanks to the times when he would sleep with both Glamour Gams, and another girl named Sandy. The sight of those two busty naked chicks making out was always hot for Pound to watch. He wondered if he would ever get aroused from watching two guys make out in the same way, though it seemed unlikely that he would ever catch two gay boys in the act. Even then, making out with another man, let alone having sex with them, didn’t seem like something he’d want to follow through with.

Regardless, Pound was looking forward to a night of partying with a few of his girls. The party was being hosted by Mu Gamma Rho, a fraternity from Pound’s school that was known for throwing the best house parties. The frat brothers owned a pool, a large hot tub, an air hockey table, surround sound speakers, lights that would flash in time with the music, and even a couple of gaming consoles for the gamers that showed up. These parties made the brothers of Mu Gamma Rho some of the most popular people on-campus, and it scored them some hot babes from time to time. Tonight the brothers were allowing both fraternities and sororities to attend, so there were bound to be some shenanigans. Shenanigans that Pound was no doubt looking forward to partaking in.

The sun has set and Saturday night has officially begun. The crowd shuffles in ready to play some games, drink some beer, and dance the night away. Pound arrives at the fraternity house at around 8:30 pm and knocks on the door. After a quick moment, the door swings open courtesy of the bro energy coming from fraternity captain Chad Bedside.

“Heyyy Pound,” Chad says, “the family man himself, how’ve you been bro?”

“I’ve been alright,” Pound replies, “thanks man.”

“Feel free to grab a drink and some nom-noms,” Chad says, “everyone’s just chilling’ right now, but at exactly nine o’clock…”

“Let me guess, you’re going to ‘drop the bass like an expensive vase’” Pound replies, trying his best to mimic Chad’s overly strong surfer dude voice.

“Something like that,” Chad answers. Pound responds with a chuckle.

‘What else is new?’ Pound thought before walking inside to find the house filled with other students getting acquainted with each other. The music playing over the speakers was a soft lo-fi beat, perfect music for chilling out.

“Hey sexy,” Glamour Gams calls out, directing Pound towards herself and his three other girls. Their names were Dumb Blonde, a short and busty blonde mare with a pink coat; Only Model, a curvaceous silver mare with a brown mane; and Winterstreak, a blue hippogriff. Pound Cake joins them in the kitchen by the snacks and drinks. On the kitchen counter was various chips, dips, sweets, sodas, and alcoholic beverages.

“I love the getup that you’re wearing,” Only Model says, commenting on Pound’s choice of clothing, which tonight consisted of a T-shirt and swimming trunks.

“Thanks Only,” Pound Cake replies, “I like the tropical pattern on my swimming trunks.”

“I’ll start liking your trunks even more when the water makes them cling to your tush,” Winterstreak says, grabbing at Pound’s ass, making him jump in response. They all let out a laugh over Winterstreak’s comment.

“Mind if I say you ladies are looking like some fine desserts in your swimwear,” Pound Cake says, admiring his girls bodies in their swimsuits. Dumb Blonde was wearing an indigo one-piece that clung to the goods, Glamour Gams was wearing a short-sleeved button-up shirt over the gold V-kini she wore for Pound yesterday, Winterstreak was wearing a black two-piece bikini, and Only Model was wearing a leopard-print two-piece with a skirt bottom.

“Oh, you charmer,” Dumb Blonde says, blushing and shooting a sexual glare at Pound like the rest of the girls, “he makes me so horny,” she says to Glamour Gams.

“Okay, slow down there Blondie,” Glamour replies, “you’ll get your fill soon.”

“She probably won’t even remember it though, given the alcohol,” Only Model quips.

“Looks like there are some people getting in the pool already,” Winterstreak says, noticing one pony diving off of the diving board and coming down with a huge splash.

“I’m down if your down ladies,” Pound Cake says, looking around at his posse of hot chicks.

“I call dibs on the beach ball,” Dumb Blonde says running towards the pool with Pound and the others following her. They all dive and/or walk into the pool and start passing the beach ball around. This would only be the beginning of their fun night together.

It was 9:00 and, as Chad so eloquently put it, the bass drops like an expensive vase. A large portion of the crowd starts dancing, even including some folks who were too shy at first, but were motivated by alcohol. As with most of these college student parties, some of the boys and girls start bumping and grinding on each other to beat of the music. Pound was in that exact scenario with the four girls he was with. Each of the girls got a turn twerking against Pound Cake’s crotch, which he responded positively towards. Glamour Gams and Dumb Blonde even decide to double-team his crotch with their vibrating asses. Winterstreak and Only Model twerk their asses into each other, which earns a positive response from the crowd. Pound made sure he got his hands all over Glamour and Dumb’s asses, as he knew others were going to join in on feeling their massive moneymaker’s.

After about thirty minutes of dancing, and three bottles of beer in each of their systems, Pound Cake and his four girls decide to chill in the hot tub. They were taking a moment to relax so that they could make all sorts of love to each other in one of the fraternity brothers’ bedrooms, with their blessing of course. As they were sitting there talking about how each of their classes are going, among other things, Pound suddenly notices something that he never thought would say was sexy. Right in front of the glass window, which gave him a good view of inside the house, were three guys standing around a blue stallion with a brown curly mane. He was wearing nothing but a red speedo and twerking in front of the other guys. Pound then recognizes one of the guys watching him twerk, one that he would have never expected to be into other men.

“Isn’t that the host Chad Bedside?” Pound Cake asks Glamour Gams. The alcohol hinders her thinking for a moment, but Glamour is eventually able to confirm who it is.

“Oh yeah,” Glamour replies, “he and a few other frat boys do that all the time. The alcohol can make you loose and open to trying new things.”

“That boy in the middle is from Gamma Iota Mu, Ponyville Community College’s first openly gay fraternity,” Dumb Blonde says. Just as she mentions that, the four boys in front of the glass start kissing and making out with each other. Even Chad, someone who Pound considered to be one of the most straight men on campus was making out with another man. Not only that, but it looked like he was enjoying it too. Instead of feeling confused, however, Pound starts feeling, excited. He couldn’t tell if it was motivated by alcohol or if he was discovering a new kink of his, but the erection in his pants never steered him wrong before.

“You okay sweetie,” Only Model asks Pound, who seems to be distracted by the sexy display in front of him.

“Have I ever told you girls that my dad likes to get pegged?” Pound says, not batting an eye away from the hot guys making out with each other.

“No, I don’t think you have,” Glamour Gams replies with a confused look on her face.

“I wonder if they would like to get pegged?” Pound Cake says, pointing towards the guys that were now feeling each other’s boners as they made out, “maybe by myself.” It was that last comment that really surprised the girls.

“Oooohh, our man’s got himself a hunger for some spicy sausage,” Dumb Blonde says as the other girls stood there like deers in headlights, “I think that’s really hot.”

“Yeah,” Glamour Gams replies, scratching her chin, imagining her man kissing and caressing another muscular stud, “why don’t you give us a little show hot stuff?”

“Yeah, give us a hot display Poundy,” Winterstreak says. Pound Cake complies and gets out of the hot tub before walking back inside, the girls watching his ass wiggle as he did so.

“Oh bro,” Chad says, making out with the boy that was twerking, “you know how to work that tongue don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” the boy moans as he gets his ass caressed by the man in front of him.

“Hey boys,” a buzzed Pound says to the four men enjoying their fun, “I love watching you kiss, you mind if I practice with you?”

“Not at all hot stuff,” one of the guys says. Pound turns his attention towards the gay boy that was twerking earlier. He had about the same physique as Pound’s dad: small arms, pudgy belly, and an even bigger ass.

“Your ass got me feeling so hot boy,” Pound Cake says, not caring if that was himself or the liquor talking, “what’s your name?”

“S-Sponge Pastry,” the boy responds, smitten by the jock that was standing in front of him. Pound Cake wraps his muscular arms around Sponge Pastry and gives him a passionate kiss on the lips before sliding his tongue into his mouth. The two boys moan from their hot make out session, and a few other people, including the other two boys watch them go at it. Pound’s girlfriend’s are also watching the display from the hot tub, masturbating as they did so.

“Yeah Pound, give it to that boy,” Dumb Blonde moans as she fingers herself, all hot and bothered and ready for some action. Inside the house, Pound Cake grabs Sponge Pastry’s ass, causing the soft twink to squeak in response.

“Hey boy, why don’t we head to the bedroom for some real fun?” Sponge Pastry suggests.

“Okay, but only if my girls and another guy come with,” Pound responds, to which Sponge nods his head.

Though Winterstreak had to leave early, Glamour Gams, Dumb Blonde, and Only Model went to the bedroom with Pound Cake, Sponge Pastry, and another Mu Gamma Rho member named Brownie Batter, one of the kissing practice boys. After about fifteen more minutes of everyone making out with each other, the clothes came off and everyone was having sex. Pound decides that before he fulfills his deal with Sponge Pastry, that he needs to have a foursome with his three girls. While Sponge waited, he was being sated by Brownie Batter, who had his big brown dick in Sponge’s mouth. Meanwhile, Pound was eating out his three girls asses. He enjoyed the sensation of having his head squished in between his girls’ plump fleshy pillows.

They eventually end their foursome with Glamour Gams fucking Only Model with a strap-on while Pound Cake went vaginal on Dumb Blonde’s fat ass. As their dominant partner’s had rigorous sex with them, Only Model and Dumb Blonde were making out. As this was happening, Brownie Batter and Sponge Pastry were performing sixty-nine on each other, close to cumming in each other’s mouths. Everyone seems to climax at around the same time, with Pound finishing all over Dumb Blonde’s booty and the two other two boys getting a mouthful of each other’s semen. Now that he’s gotten himself hot and bothered with the gender he was familiar with, it was time for Pound Cake to enter uncharted territory. As Sponge Pastry stand back up to catch his breath, Pound comes from behind and wraps his arms around the slutty femboy.

“Are you ready lover boy?” Pound Cake purrs in Sponge Pastry’s ear.

“Mmhmm, I sure am,” Sponge responds. He escapes Pound’s embrace just long enough to get down on all fours and wiggle his tantalizing caboose. Pound could not believe that he was still erect. He actually thinks of another boy as sexually appealing now. He wants to have sex with this boy. And so he does, grabbing onto Sponge Pastry’s ass and slipping his cock into the only hole he had available to him. Pound began rutting Sponge vigorously, causing the twink to let out some girlish moans of pure ecstasy. The three girls find this display incredibly sexy, and pretty soon Glamour and Dumb engage into their own lesbian sex. The two girls make out and fuck each other’s pussies while Only Model gets to have sex with Brownie Batter, who lays Only down on top of Dumb Blonde as he fucks her from behind. Everyone gets to fulfill their sexual desires, but the biggest event of the night was for Pound Cake. He was no longer a virgin to gay sex, and he had Sponge Pastry to thank for that.

“You fucking like that you little girl,” Pound Cake moans, teasing the twink below him.

“oh yeah, fuck me right there hot boy, unghh~” Sponge Pastry moans as he takes hit after hit of his partner’s dick into his bubble butt. Pound starts getting romantic with Sponge by leaning over to kiss and lick his neck. Turns out, Brownie Batter had already gotten done with Only Model, so he directs his attention to another man’s booty. Brownie’s target was not Sponge’s ass however.

“Ohh, they call you Sponge Pastry for a reason don’t they you precious twink?” Pound Cake asks, distracted with fucking his partner to notice when Brownie Batter decides to make this a gay boy sandwich. He grabs hold of Pound’s plump rear and slides his wet and hard cock inside his asshole. Pound lets out a scream of pleasure and pain before attempting to continue. Even though he tries to make the effort to resist, Pound Cake gives in and allows himself to hang uselessly as he got a taste of his own medicine. Sponge could still feel Pound’s dick in his ass, and he could feel the giant jock that was now fucking both of them. The boys moan as they enjoy their gay threesome, all the while the three girls have their own lesbian threesome.

Pound’s tongue rolls out of his mouth as he takes Brownie’s cock up his ass like a champ. He even goes as far as to switch between making out with both Sponge and Brownie. This feeling was so foreign to Pound Cake, but he loved every second of it. He knew that he had to keep doing this with these guys in the future, and his openness to his newfound bisexuality made him remember what his mom said last night.

“Your father wants to have sex with you…”

In that moment, Pound Cake knew that his dad wasn’t going to be disappointed.

Chapter 3- Father’s Gay Gift

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..."