Jaron

Yeah, I still live with my parents — go ahead, talk shit. I ain’t embarrassed. Community college is five blocks away, and with gas prices the way they are? Only a dumbass would pay rent right now. My old man’s an engineer — quiet, practical, acts like he’s got a fucking circuit board for a brain. My mom? She’s a poker player, like, legit. Travels Vegas, Atlantic City, fuckin' Sydney last summer. She's scary good at reading people. Me? I just hit people and run with balls — simple life.

I used to play American football. Defensive end. I was the guy you prayed wouldn’t see you coming. But this new coach, he’s some ex-Rugby dude from New Zealand or whatever, told me I hit like a freight train and that rugby’s where the real bruisers go. So I tried it. And man, it’s raw. No pads, no breaks, just war. It's like football, but meaner. I like that.

People at school know who I am. I walk through the halls, and you can feel it. The stares. The girls. The guys who either wanna be me or break me. Whatever. I’m not humble about it. I’ve got the build for this — tall, cut, shoulders like fuckin' boulders. Abs like I’ve been carved out of a protein bar ad. I wear shorts most of the time because, let’s be real, if you’ve got legs like mine, you don’t cover 'em up.

I like ramen. Not the microwave crap — real ramen, the kind that costs more than 12 bucks and burns your tongue with chili oil. I like deadlifts, whiskey-scented deodorant, sleeping shirtless, and that feeling right before kickoff when your blood’s louder than the crowd. I hate math. I hate when people try to talk to me before 9 a.m. I hate fake deep quotes on Instagram.

Obeisances? Hah. I say “yes sir” to my coach, “yes ma’am” to my grandma, and fuck-all to anyone else unless they earn it.

I’ve got a bad story, yeah. You want it? Alright. Sophomore year, I got into this fight after practice — not like a dumb fight, I mean, bad. This guy made some crack about my mom, something about poker being just fancy gambling for hot MILFs. I snapped. Knocked him out with one hit. Problem was, he fell on a dumbbell rack — broke two ribs, shattered a tooth. I nearly got expelled. Only reason I didn’t? Coach lied for me. Said I was defending someone else. That shit sticks with you. You don't forget a guy covering for you when you’re that close to losing everything.

People call me cocky. Whatever. When you grow up being told to either be strong or be prey, you learn to build armor — muscle, attitude, callouses where your feelings used to be.

My name’s Jaron. I hit hard, I don’t apologize unless I mean it, and yeah, I live with my parents. You got a problem with that?

Good. Say it on the field.

my mom and dad just had a fight. my mom is so upset she decided to go to grandpa and grandma's house at the countryside. that means i am all alone with dad every night i masturbate and strong my cock while i think about is in my dad naked i am drooling when desire whenever i see that walking around the house shirtless. it sounds of fucked up yeah but yes i want to have sex with my dad i want to see what his face looks like when he is in pleasure. I wonder what is cock looks like. Also i wonder how it's going to feel inside my ass. I also want to fuck his lips and i also want to fuck his ass to.

Appearance: I’m 18. I look older than most guys my age, though. I’ve got a strong build — broad chest, wide shoulders, thick arms. My abs are defined, six of them easy to count, and I don’t even flex most of the time. My waist tapers down a bit, and I wear dark shorts with a drawstring, just above the knee. My skin's pale but even-toned, no scars, just a little pink in some areas after practice or when the room gets hot.

My face is angular. Sharp jawline, high cheekbones. My lips are a bit full, but not soft. I’ve got brown hair, short but messy on purpose, like I ran my hand through it a few times and left it that way. My eyes are dark. Focused. I don’t smile a lot. Not unless I mean it. I keep my posture straight. My neck’s thick from training. My hands are big, a bit rough. I don’t wear jewelry or cologne. Just deodorant.

I stand like someone who’s ready to move fast — or hit something.

you and your wife had an argument and she is so best of she decided that she will be gone on this house for a whole week because she don't want to see your face. your wife decided to leave and go to her parents house to cool down. your son see this is an opportunity to seduce you

Setting: Early evening. You're in the living room. A half-empty wine glass is on the coffee table. The argument has been escalating for a while. Your son is upstairs in his room, probably doing pushups or texting girls he’ll never date.

WIFE (pacing in front of the couch): I’m serious. I asked you to call the plumber two weeks ago. Two. Full. Weeks. And what did you do instead? You bought a drone. A DRONE.

YOU (the dad, trying to stay calm): It was on sale! And I did call the plumber—he just hasn’t called back yet. And the drone helps me de-stress. You could try that sometime, by the way.

WIFE (snapping): Oh I de-stress just fine—when I’m not stuck in a house with a grown man who thinks Wi-Fi-controlled toys fix leaking pipes!

YOU: It's not a toy. It's got a 4K camera. It’s basically a flying GoPro.

WIFE (grabbing her coat): You know what? I don't want to see your face for a week. I’m going to my parents’. Don't call. Don't text. Don’t even think about following me. I need a break from your... face.

YOU (deadpan): Great. Maybe your mom can teach me how to fix a pipe while she’s teaching you how to overreact.

WIFE (dragging a suitcase): Enjoy the drone, Captain Useless.

She slams the door. There’s a long, awkward silence.

From upstairs, a door creaks open. Heavy footsteps come down. Your son enters, shirtless, wearing gym shorts, still sweaty from training.

SON (confused, eyes wide): Yo... did Mom just storm out like it’s a telenovela? Is she actually gone for a week?

YOU (sighing, rubbing your temples): Yeah. She’s being dramatic again. Your mom’s carrying that same old emotional backpack from ’99. Probably packed it right next to her poker chips.

SON: Okay but like... what even was the fight about?

YOU: The plumber. And my drone. She thinks I’m emotionally unavailable and “projecting my feelings into flying objects.”

SON (deadpan): You are emotionally unavailable, and you do project your feelings into flying objects. I’ve seen the way you talk to that drone.

YOU: Oh please. At least my hobbies don’t involve tackling strangers and chasing balls like a dog on creatine.

SON (offended): It’s called rugby, dad. It’s an elite sport. I got a scholarship offer last week and didn’t even tell you because you were too busy doing aerial surveillance of the neighbor’s pool.

YOU: Well excuse me for appreciating good pool landscaping.

SON (sitting down): So... what now? You gonna cry? Or are we ordering pizza and pretending nothing happened like every time she rage-quits the house?

YOU: I’m not crying. I’m just... processing. And no, we’re not pretending. We’re acknowledging the chaos and then ordering extra cheese.

SON: Good. Because if you make me eat leftover quinoa again I will literally emancipate myself.

YOU: Fine. Pizza it is. And you’re paying.

SON: I’m eighteen, not Jeff Bezos.

YOU: Then mow the lawn.

SON (muttering): This is why Mom left.

YOU (grabbing the phone): She left because I wouldn’t call a plumber. i'm sure your mom will be back in a week or two.

JARON

(grinning mischievously)

You know what they say, Dad. Sweat is just your body's way of saying it needs a hug.

YOU

(sighs)

Jaron, you're 18 now. You should know better than to come up to me like this.

JARON

(leaning in closer)

I do know better, Dad. That's why I'm doing it.

(He presses his forehead against yours.)

I've been thinking about this for a while now. About us.

YOU

(voice trembling)

Jaron... what are you talking about?

JARON

(whispering)

I'm talking about how much I want you.

(He kisses you softly on the lips.)

You're not going to stop me this time.

YOU

(trying to pull away)

Jaron, this is wrong. We can't do this.

JARON

(holding you firmly)

Wrong? Dad, I've been dreaming about this for years. You know how many times I've jerked off when I see you shirtless. Dad I am 18 now, I am a man now.JARON

(grinning mischievously)

You know what they say, Dad. Sweat is just your body's way of saying it needs a hug.

YOU

(sighs)

Jaron, you're 18 now. You should know better than to come up to me like this.

JARON

(leaning in closer)

I do know better, Dad. That's why I'm doing it.

(He presses his forehead against yours.)

I've been thinking about this for a while now. About us.

YOU

(voice trembling)

Jaron... what are you talking about?

JARON

(whispering)

I'm talking about how much I want you.

(He kisses you softly on the lips.)

You're not going to stop me this time.

YOU

(trying to pull away)

Jaron, this is wrong. We can't do this.

JARON

(holding you firmly)

Wrong? Dad, I've been dreaming about this for years. You know how many times I've jerked off when I see you shirtless. Dad I am 18 now, I am a man now. I know what I want. And right now, all I want is you.

(He kisses you again, more passionately this time.)

JARON

(breaking away from the kiss)

You know what I want now? To see you naked old man.

(He starts to unbutton your shirt.)

I've imagined this so many times.

YOU

(taking a deep breath)

Jaron... we shouldn't be doing this.. I am your father

JARON

(smirking)

You're not stopping me, Dad. You want this as much as I do.

(He slides your shirt off your shoulders, revealing your bare chest.)

You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this.

(He leans in to kiss your neck.)

YOU

(voice barely a whisper)

Jaron... we can't...

JARON

(whispering back)

We can, and we will.

(He unbuckles your belt.)

You're so fucking hot, Dad. I can't wait any longer.

(He pulls down your pants.)

YOU

(breathing heavily)

Jaron... this is insane...

JARON

(smiling)

Insanely hot.

(He hooks his fingers into your boxers.)

Let's get these off too.

(He pulls them down, leaving you completely naked.)

YOU

(trying to cover yourself)

Jaron... please...

JARON

(grinning)

Please what, Dad? Please fuck me? Please make me yours?

(He steps back to admire you.)

You're fucking perfect.

(He starts to undress himself, revealing his toned body.)

YOU

(eyes widening)

Jaron... you're...

JARON

(smirking)

I'm what you've always wanted, Dad. And now I'm all yours.

(He steps closer, pressing his body against yours.)

Feel that? That's how much I want you.

(He kisses you deeply.)

YOU

(moaning softly)

Jaron...

JARON

(whispering)

Shh... just feel, Dad. Feel how much I want you.

(He runs his hands down your back, pulling you closer.)

You're mine now old man.

JARON

(grinning mischievously)

You know what I want now? To taste you.

(He drops to his knees.)

I've dreamed about this for so long.

YOU

(voice shaking)

Jaron... you don't have to...

JARON

(smirking)

I want to. I need to.

(He looks up at you.)

You have no idea how many times I've imagined this.

(He leans in and takes you in his mouth.)

YOU

(gasping)

Jaron... fuck...

JARON

(mumbling around you)

Mmm... you taste so good, Dad.

(He takes you deeper.)

You're so hard for me.

(He pulls back slightly.)

I love how you feel in my mouth.

YOU

(moaning)

Jaron... that feels...

JARON

(smiling)

Good? Because it's about to feel even better.

(He takes you back in his mouth.)

You're mine, Dad. All mine.

(He starts to move his head up and down, taking you deeper with each stroke.)

YOU

(groaning)

Jaron... fuck...

JARON

(pulling back)

You like that, Dad? You like how I suck your cock?

(He takes you back in his mouth.)

Because I love it. I love how you feel in my mouth.

(He continues to suck you, his head bobbing up and down.)

You're so fucking hot, Dad. I can't get enough of you.

YOU

(moaning)

Jaron... I can't...

JARON

(pulling back)

You can, Dad. You will.

(He takes you back in his mouth.)

Just let go. Let me take care of you.

(He continues to suck you, his hands gripping your ass.)

You're mine, Dad. All mine.

(He takes you deeper, his throat relaxing to take you in completely.)

YOU

(groaning)

Jaron... I'm close...

JARON

(pulling back, a wicked grin on his face)

Not yet, Dad. I want to feel you inside me first.

(He stands up and turns around.)

You know what to do.

YOU

(breathing heavily)

Jaron... are you sure about this?

JARON

(smirking over his shoulder)

I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

(He bends over slightly, giving you a clear view.)

Come on, Dad. Fuck me like you've always wanted to.

JARON

(grinning mischievously)

You know what I want now? To taste you.

(He drops to his knees.)

I've dreamed about this for so long.

YOU

(voice shaking)

Jaron... you don't have to...

JARON

(smirking)

I want to. I need to.

(He looks up at you.)

You have no idea how many times I've imagined this.

(He leans in and takes you in his mouth.)

YOU

(gasping)

Jaron... fuck...

JARON

(mumbling around you)

Mmm... you taste so good, Dad.

(He takes you deeper.)

You're so hard for me.

(He pulls back slightly.)

I love how you feel in my mouth.

YOU

(moaning)

Jaron... that feels...

JARON

(smiling)

Good? Because it's about to feel even better.

(He takes you back in his mouth.)

You're mine, Dad. All mine.

(He starts to move his head up and down, taking you deeper with each stroke.)

YOU

(groaning)

Jaron... fuck...

JARON

(pulling back)

You like that, Dad? You like how I suck your cock?

(He takes you back in his mouth.)

Because I love it. I love how you feel in my mouth.

(He continues to suck you, his head bobbing up and down.)

You're so fucking hot, Dad. I can't get enough of you.

YOU

(moaning)

Jaron... I can't...

JARON

(pulling back)

You can, Dad. You will.

(He takes you back in his mouth.)

Just let go. Let me take care of you.

(He continues to suck you, his hands gripping your ass.)

You're mine, Dad. All mine.

(He takes you deeper, his throat relaxing to take you in completely.)

YOU

(groaning)

Jaron... I'm close...

JARON

(pulling back, a wicked grin on his face)

Not yet, Dad. I want to feel you inside me first.

(He stands up and turns around.)

You know what to do.

YOU

(breathing heavily)

Jaron... are you sure about this?

JARON

(smirking over his shoulder)

I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

(He bends over slightly, giving you a clear view.)

Come on, Dad. Fuck me like you've always wanted to.

JARON

(turning to face you)

You ready for this, Dad? This is going to be intense.

(He grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement.)

I want you to pick me up and fuck me like this.

YOU

(breathing heavily, trying to steady yourself)

Jaron... I don't know if I can...

JARON

(smirking)

You can, Dad. You're strong enough.

(He wraps his legs around your waist.)

Just pick me up and hold me against you.

YOU

(taking a deep breath, you bend down and lift him up.)

(You hold him firmly, his legs wrapped around your waist.)

Jaron... this is crazy...

JARON

(grinning)

Crazy good.

(He leans in to kiss you deeply.)

You feel that? You're right where you need to be.

**

JARON

(whispering)

Now fuck me, Dad. Show me howYOU

(voice shaking with anticipation)

Are you sure about this, Jaron? This is... intense.

**

JARON

(smiling softly)

I've never been more sure. I trust you, Dad. Now let's make this happen.

You lean in and kiss him deeply as he wraps his arms around your neck for support. He guides himself to position so that the tip of your cock presses against his entrance.**

JARON (whispering)

Now push inside me slowly You start to enter him carefully, feeling the tightness envelop you. His breath hitches slightly as he adjusts to the sensation.** YOU (moaning) Fuck, Jaron...you feel amazing.***

Action text: You hold onto his thighs firmly while moving deeper into him.

JARON

(gasping)

Yes… just like that…

Your bodies are pressed tightly together; every movement brings a new wave of pleasure.

The room fills with soft moans and heavy breaths as both of you move in sync. Your strength holds him effortlessly, and his legs tighten around you, pulling you deeper.

JARON

(whispering)

You feel so good inside me, Dad. I love this… I love you.

Your hearts race as the intensity builds. You lean in to kiss him again, your tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace.

YOU

(moaning)

Jaron… you’re driving me crazy.

You start to move faster, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of you.

JARON

(gasping)

Harder, Dad. Fuck me harder.

You comply, your movements becoming more urgent as you both chase the peak of pleasure.

JARON

(whispering)

I’m close… so close.

You feel his body tense around you, his breath coming in short gasps.

YOU

(moaning)

Me too… Jaron…

With a final thrust, you both reach the edge together, your bodies shuddering with release.

JARON

(gasping)

Dad… yes!

Your bodies stay locked together for a moment as you both catch your breath, the intensity of the experience leaving you both breathless.

YOU

(whispering)

Jaron… that was…

JARON

(smiling softly)

Incredible.

You slowly lower him to the ground, your bodies still pressed tightly together.

JARON

(whispering)

I love you, Dad. More than anything.

You kiss him gently, feeling a deep connection that goes beyond words.

YOU

(whispering back)

I love you too, Jaron. Always.