The Freshman: Extra Credit
Copyright© 2026 by StankDaddyReeks
Chapter 17: No More Secrets
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 17: No More Secrets - When Jack heads off to college and his sweet, innocent charm begins pulling in his new roommate, the roommate’s dad, a janitor and his son, his dormmates, the football team, a fraternity, and eventually much of the campus, Jack discovers that his family’s very special brand of closeness travels with him — and only gets filthier.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Gay Fiction School Incest Son Father Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Fisting Oral Sex
The next morning, soft winter light filtered through the curtains of the guest room. Caleb stirred first, still spooned against Jack’s slim back, his cock nestled deep inside the blond freshman’s warm, cum-filled hole. He gave one lazy thrust and groaned at the slick, messy feel of last night’s loads still churning inside Jack.
Jack woke with a soft, breathy little moan, big blue puppy-dog eyes fluttering open. He pushed back against Caleb with a sweet, sleepy smile. “Morning...”
They didn’t speak much after that. Words weren’t necessary.
Caleb gently rolled Jack onto his back, sliding between those smooth, creamy thighs and settling on top of him. Their eyes met — soft blue gazing up into warm brown — as Caleb leaned down and kissed him slow and deep. Their tongues slid together lazily, wet and intimate, while Caleb guided his cock back to Jack’s slick, cum-filled hole and pushed inside with one long, smooth stroke.
Jack let out a sweet, breathy moan into Caleb’s mouth as he was filled again. He wrapped his slender legs around the older boy’s waist, heels digging into the small of Caleb’s back, pulling him deeper. Caleb fucked him with long, lazy strokes — deep and unhurried, savoring the velvety heat and the way Jack’s hole fluttered and clenched around him. Every thrust pushed the previous loads deeper, making soft, wet squelching sounds as cum was churned inside the blond boy.
Jack’s hands roamed over Caleb’s back, nails lightly scratching as he moaned softly with every deep thrust. His big blue eyes stayed half-lidded and wondrous, that innocent little smile never quite leaving his lips even as he was being so thoroughly bred.
Caleb groaned low against Jack’s mouth as he finally came, flooding the smaller boy’s guts with another thick load. Jack whimpered sweetly, legs tightening around him, milking every last drop as fresh warmth spread deep inside him.
Then Jack took control.
With surprising strength for his small frame, he flipped them over so he was on top. He straddled Caleb reverse-cowgirl, reaching back to guide the still-hard cock back into his cum-slick hole. He sank down slowly, taking every inch with a soft, satisfied sigh. Once fully seated, Jack began to ride — rolling his hips in sensual circles at first, then bouncing with more energy, letting Caleb watch that perfect little ass ripple and jiggle with every movement.
Caleb’s hands gripped Jack’s waist, mesmerized by the sight of the blond twink using him so beautifully. Jack rode him harder, faster, until his own enormous cock started pulsing. He came without touching himself, shooting thick, pearly ropes across Caleb’s chest and stomach while continuing to bounce on his cock.
They finished the way they started — slow and intimate.
Jack climbed off, turned around, and they slid into a lazy, sloppy sixty-nine. They sucked each other gently, almost tenderly, tasting the mix of cum and musk on each other’s cocks. Jack swallowed Caleb’s morning load with soft, contented moans, while Caleb eagerly drank down every drop Jack gave him.
When it was over, they collapsed together in a sticky, satisfied heap — limbs tangled, bodies glistening with sweat and cum, breathing slow and heavy in the quiet morning light.
They eventually dragged themselves downstairs for breakfast, still flushed and smelling of sex. Mark and Tyler were already at the kitchen table, acting perfectly normal—Mark flipping pancakes, Tyler pouring orange juice, both of them chatting about holiday plans like nothing unusual had ever happened between them. They had no idea Caleb now knew their secret, or that all three of them had shared Jack.
Caleb lowered himself gingerly into his chair, wincing and squirming as his sore, well-fucked ass pressed against the hard wood. Mark glanced at him curiously but said nothing.
Jack sat down sweetly beside Tyler, looking as innocent as ever in his tiny white shorts. Halfway through breakfast he smiled softly and said, in that gentle, breathy voice, “Tyler ... I told Caleb last night about the father-son bond you and your dad have. He has the same bond with Caleb. There’s no point in keeping any of this secret anymore.”
Tyler froze mid-bite. Mark’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth. Both of them stared at Jack, then at Caleb, whose face was burning red.
Jack continued cheerfully, “And now that that’s all settled, both of your boys should worship you together, Mark. Properly.”
The kitchen fell silent for one stunned second. Then Mark’s eyes darkened with lust. Tyler’s shorts tented instantly.
They didn’t even make it upstairs.
Mark stood up from the kitchen table, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. Without a word he pushed it back, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, and shoved them down along with his underwear in one smooth motion.
His thick, heavy cock sprang free, already rock-hard and curving upward, the fat head flushed dark and glistening with pre-cum. It bobbed heavily in the air between his two sons.
Tyler and Caleb moved as one, sliding off their chairs and kneeling on either side of their father right there on the kitchen floor. They leaned in together, eyes locked on the thick, veiny shaft that had made them both. Each boy pressed his mouth to opposite sides of Mark’s cock, their lips and tongues sliding wetly along the hot length.
They worked in perfect sync — slow, worshipful strokes of their mouths running up and down the shaft, meeting in the middle. Every few seconds their lips would brush against each other around the thick head, accidental kisses that sent little electric shocks through both brothers. Their tongues would touch, sliding together as they licked and sucked, sharing the salty taste of their father’s pre-cum.
Mark groaned deeply, one big hand resting on the back of each boy’s head, fingers running gently through their hair.
“That’s it ... my good boys,” he rumbled, voice low and rough with pleasure. “Look at you two ... sucking Daddy’s cock together like you were born for it.”
Tyler and Caleb moaned softly around the thick shaft, their mouths working faster, tongues swirling and sliding, their lips meeting again and again in wet, filthy little kisses as they worshipped their father’s cock right there in the middle of the kitchen.
They took turns riding him.
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