The Freshman: Extra Credit
Copyright© 2026 by StankDaddyReeks
Chapter 4: It’s Only Natural
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4: It’s Only Natural - Sweet and innocent nineteen-year-old Jack arrives at college expecting the usual freshman experience. Instead, he becomes the willing center of a nonstop sexual free-for-all that starts with his roommate Tyler and quickly spirals out of control. Tyler’s dad wants in. So do Jack's dormmates. A professor. A janitor and his son. Soon it's the entire football team and a fraternity. And when Jack’s own father and older brother visit, even they get pulled into the mix.
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
Mark stood in the doorway like he’d been struck by lightning, keys still clutched in one white-knuckled fist. His eyes bulged at the sight on his son’s bed: Tyler flat on his back, legs spread wide, with sweet little Jack Thompson still buried balls-deep inside him. Thick white cum oozed out around Jack’s thick shaft every time the blond freshman gave a lazy, satisfied little thrust. Jack’s own enormous cock—still rock-hard and glistening—was painted with the remnants of earlier loads, and fresh cum from his wrecked hole dripped steadily down his smooth thighs onto the clean sheets.
“Tyler!” Mark roared, voice cracking with pure fury and shame. “Get the fuck away from them right now!”
Tyler’s face went beet-red. He scrambled back, Jack’s cock sliding out of him with a wet pop, cum pouring from his freshly-fucked hole. “Dad—wait, I—”
“I knew these people were fucking crazy the second I met them,” Mark snarled, jabbing a thick finger at Michael and Ryan. “Sick. Disgusting. We’re getting you a new room immediately. Pack your shit. Now.” Flustered and scared, Tyler quickly got dressed again, neglecting to put on his underwear under his loose basketball shorts.
Ryan and Michael didn’t move. They just lounged naked on Jack’s cum-soaked bed, big cocks hanging heavy and slick, identical smug grins on their faces like they were watching a mildly entertaining sitcom.
Jack sat up slowly on Tyler’s bed, cum still streaking his pretty face and dripping from his chin. His big blue puppy-dog eyes looked up at Mark with soft, genuine concern. “It’s okay, Mr. Mark,” he said in that sweet, breathy voice, so innocent it almost sounded like he was apologizing for spilling milk. “It was just good fun. A bonding ritual. Nothing to be ashamed of. We’re just getting close, that’s all.”
Mark’s mouth opened and closed. “Bonding ritual? You’re out of your goddamn minds. This is—” He gestured wildly at the scene, but he didn’t actually step back into the hallway. His feet stayed planted.
Jack’s eyes followed Mark’s gaze as it finally landed on the other bed—Jack’s brand-new mattress now a swampy disaster of sweat, spit, and thick ropes of cum. Globs of it had even splattered the wall behind the headboard and the ceiling above. Mark’s eyes widened in stunned confusion.
“What the fuck...” he blurted.
Jack tilted his head sweetly. “Oh. That was just Dad and Ryan saying goodbye. Tyler and I used his bed so it wouldn’t get messy.”
The realization hit Mark like a freight train. His gaze snapped to Michael and Ryan—both still completely naked, muscular bodies glistening, heavy cocks swinging as they chuckled. “Oh my god,” Mark whispered, voice hoarse. “You ... all three of you...”
Michael stood up casually, his big, spent cock swaying between his thick thighs as he stepped closer. “That’s right,” he said warmly, clapping a hand on Jack’s slim shoulder. “Thompson men don’t hide what we feel. We share everything.”
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