The Homeowner’s Son: Open House
Copyright© 2026 by StankDaddyReeks
Chapter 10: Sunday – Open House
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10: Sunday – Open House - Nineteen-year-old Jack thought the construction workers renovating his father’s house were just there to do a job. He was wrong. What starts as lingering stares and crude comments quickly escalates into something much filthier — sweaty, raw, and addictive. Behind closed doors, Jack finds himself pulled deeper into the crew’s world… and into his own family’s darkest desires. A story of blue-collar lust, gangbangs, breeding, and forbidden craving.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Gay Fiction Incest Son Brother Father Uncle Nephew Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex
Jack woke up late on Sunday afternoon, still sticky and sore from the previous days.
The house was completely silent. His parents wouldn’t be back for several more days. The living room and his bedroom still reeked of sex---dried cum, piss, sweat, and the heavy musk of eight working men. Jack lay in bed for a long time, gently fingering his swollen, puffy hole, feeling the remnants of multiple loads still inside him.
He was supposed to rest today.
Instead, something darker took over.
Around 3 PM, still naked and leaking, Jack opened Sniffies. His profile picture was innocent---just his sweet face and big blue eyes. In his bio he wrote simply:
*”19, blond, smooth, submissive. Parents away. Open house, door unlocked. Come keep me company.”*
He posted a few pictures: one of his thick cock, one of his pretty ass, and one of his angelic face.
Within minutes the messages flooded in.
Jack replied to the filthiest ones.
The first visitor arrived just after 7 PM.
The Truck Driver
A massive, hairy 48-year-old man named Hank who had been on the road for nine straight days. A thick gold wedding ring glinted on his left hand as he stepped into Jack’s bedroom. The stench hit like a physical wall: old sweat, stale piss, unwashed balls, and ass, all baked into his skin after nearly a week and a half without a proper shower. His gut hung heavily over his belt, his beard was unkempt and greasy, and his hands were filthy with road dirt.
Jack was already on his knees waiting in the middle of the room, big blue puppy-dog eyes looking up with soft, innocent wonder.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Hank growled, unzipping his jeans. His cock was thick, uncut, and rank. Jack whimpered softly as he took the filthy head into his mouth, tongue swirling around the pungent buildup. Hank grabbed the back of his head with one meaty hand and forced his cock deeper, balls slapping heavily against Jack’s chin. “That’s it, you little whore ... suck it. My wife would kill me if she knew I was feeding this dirty dick to a boy like you.”
He face-fucked Jack brutally, hips snapping forward, making the blond gag and drool while he kept the boy’s nose buried in his sweaty, hairy crotch. The overwhelming musk of nine days on the road filled Jack’s lungs with every breath. Hank’s wedding ring dug into Jack’s scalp as he held him in place, grunting filth about how he was supposed to be driving home to his family but couldn’t resist the urge to stop when he saw Jack’s profile.
After several minutes of brutal throat-fucking, Hank pulled out, turned around, and dropped his jeans and underwear to his ankles. He flopped onto the bed on his back, lifted his legs high into the air, and yanked Jack forward by the hair, forcing the boy’s face between his massive, hairy asscheeks. “Eat it, boy. Clean my dirty ass.” Jack moaned sweetly and buried his tongue deep into the trucker’s sweaty, unwashed crack, licking and sucking at the rank, musky hole while Hank ground back against his face, grunting in satisfaction.
Hank finally stood up, spun Jack around, and shoved him face-down onto the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. “On your knees. Boots first.” Jack obediently knelt and pulled off the trucker’s heavy, road-worn work boots, releasing a putrid stench cloud that immediately filled the room. Hank shoved one massive, socked foot into Jack’s face. “Now the socks.” Jack peeled the sweat-soaked socks off Hank’s huge feet, the fabric stiff and crusty, with a stink pouring off them that could peel the paint from a shithouse door. Hank immediately pressed both bare feet against Jack’s face, making the boy lick every inch---soles, arches, heels, and between each sweaty toe---while the trucker stroked his thick cock and watched with dark satisfaction.
Only after Jack had thoroughly cleaned both feet with his tongue did Hank yank him up, bend him over the bed, and slam his thick cock into the boy’s sore hole raw. He fucked like an animal---hard, sweaty, grunting---slapping Jack’s ass bright red while calling him a “greedy little road whore” and a “cum-hungry slut.” The wet, filthy sounds of his heavy balls slapping against Jack’s filled the room. “Ohh ... ohh ... oh yeah ... harder...” the blond boy moaned.
Hank suddenly pulled out, spun Jack around, and shoved his cock straight back down the boy’s throat. “Taste your own ass on my dick, boy.” Jack moaned around the rank length, eyes watering but still soft and eager as he sucked his own juices off the trucker’s cock. Hank then flipped him onto his back, hooked Jack’s legs over his shoulders, and railed him missionary so he could stare down at the innocent face beneath him. “Look at those pretty eyes while I breed you,” he growled, pounding deep. He unloaded an enormous, thick, yellowish load deep inside Jack, roaring as he came. But he didn’t stop---he kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing the massive load even deeper, using it as lube for another few minutes of savage fucking before finally pulling out.
Hank stood there for a second, breathing hard, staring at the cum pouring from Jack’s wrecked hole. Then, without another word, he zipped up and left, slamming the door behind him.
Jack stayed on the bed, hole leaking heavily, body trembling, already craving more.
The second visitor arrived around 9:30 PM. As he scurried to answer the door, Jack muttered to himself, “If this keeps up I might actually get some cardio today.”
The Auto Mechanic
A lanky 22-year-old named Dylan who had come straight from the shop. He was still wearing his oil-stained blue coveralls, the fabric dark with grease and old sweat. The sharp, chemical reek of petroleum and motor oil rolled off him in thick waves as he stepped inside, mixing with the heavy scent of cum already hanging in the air.
Jack was still on his knees in the middle of the room, cum from Hank still dripping down his creamy thighs.
Dylan’s eyes widened, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Holy shit ... you really meant it.” He didn’t even bother closing the door all the way. He unzipped his coveralls with one greasy hand, revealing a lean, wiry body and a long, veiny cock already rock-hard and twitching. “Wait ... I know you. You bring your dad’s truck in for oil changes sometimes. Always so quiet and polite ... looking like a fucking angel. Never would’ve guessed you were secretly such a nasty little cum-slut.” Jack blushed sweetly, big blue puppy-dog eyes looking up with soft wonder as the strong smell of grease and sweat washed over him.
“You remember me?” He was flattered at the thought.
Dylan stepped closer, grabbing Jack’s head and shoving his cock straight down the boy’s throat in one smooth motion. Jack gagged happily, eyes watering as Dylan fucked his face with short, eager thrusts, the oil on his hands smearing across Jack’s buzzed blond hair. “Fuck, you’re even prettier up close,” Dylan groaned, hips snapping forward. “All those times I jerked off in the bathroom after you left the shop ... and now here you are, throat full of my dirty dick.”
He face-fucked Jack for several long minutes, then suddenly pulled out, spun the boy around, and bent him over the bed. He slid into Jack’s already sloppy hole in one quick thrust, groaning at the wet, cum-filled heat. “Goddamn ... you’re already so full.” Dylan fucked him hard and fast, the sharp chemical smell of petroleum mixing with the heavy scent of the loads already inside Jack. He reached around and jerked Jack’s thick cock while he railed him, talking dirty the whole time about how he used to fantasize about bending the “sweet, innocent” boy over the hood of a car.
They took a brief break when Dylan pulled out and flipped Jack onto his back. For a moment they just stared at each other---Dylan’s lean, grease-streaked body hovering over Jack’s smooth, cum-glazed one. Then Dylan leaned down and kissed him softly, almost tenderly, their tongues sliding together as Jack wrapped his arms around the mechanic’s neck. “You really are so beautiful,” Dylan whispered against his lips. “Too fucking beautiful to be this filthy.”
The tenderness didn’t last long. Dylan climbed onto the bed and pulled Jack into a sixty-nine, mechanic on top, his oil-stained body pressing Jack down into the mattress. They sucked each other greedily---Dylan’s long cock sliding deep into Jack’s throat while Jack eagerly devoured the mechanic’s sweaty balls and shaft. They rolled onto their sides, still locked in the sixty-nine, bodies pressed tight as they moaned into each other.
Jack came first, shooting thick ropes across Dylan’s face and in his mouth while the mechanic kept sucking him through it. Dylan groaned around Jack’s cock as he savored the taste of the angelic blond’s cum, then pulled off and painted the boy’s face with his own hot load.
But Dylan still wasn’t finished. He pushed Jack onto his back, straddled his chest, and aimed his cock at the blond’s face. A strong, golden stream of piss splashed across Jack’s pretty features, filling his open mouth and running down his neck and chest. Jack moaned softly, swallowing what he could while the rest soaked him.
Finally Dylan climbed higher, turned around, and slowly sat down on Jack’s still-hard cock. He rode the boy reverse-cowgirl, grinding and bouncing while Jack whimpered beneath him, hands gripping the mechanic’s lean hips. Dylan reached back and spread his own ass so Jack could watch his cock disappearing inside him, then leaned forward and took Jack’s cock even deeper.
When Dylan was ready to cum he climbed off Jack’s cock, straddled his chest, took the blond boy’s head in his hand, and fired jet after jet between his thick pink lips. For several moments he stared mesmerized as Jack savored his huge load, then he wiped his spent dick across Jack’s lips, leaned down for one last filthy kiss, and stood up to zip his coveralls.
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