Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It has no intention to imply anything about sexuality, fidelity or the private lives of the celebrities involved. The reader shouldn't infer anything beyond this being a work of erotic fiction.
Beckhamcest - Chapter 1
David walked into the living room, buttoning his shirt sleeves in his stride before stopping at the mirror to admire himself. He stood to the side, smirking as he raked in the sight of the footballer's body he had managed to maintain even after all of this time. The suit was Italian and new, the trousers clung to his bottom half in the most perfect of ways. His arse looked great, a round peach that practically ate the fabric of the trousers. His bulge hung heavy at his front, weighty between his thick thighs. He knew what he was doing, he knew that the paparazzi would be fighting for the next viral picture of the DILF and he wanted to make sure that he at least looked his best; so he made sure to show off the goods.
What David hadn't realised, however, was that his son was lounging across the sofa in the room opposite, watching his father turn and admire his reflection. Brooklyn dropped his phone into the crevice of the couch, jaw hanging open as it usually did when he gawped at his fit dad. You'd think growing up with David Beckham as a father you wouldn't be phased by his looks, being too busy being embarrassed by having a sex icon for a parent but Brooklyn had never had that phase. Instead, he had grown up admiring, fantasising and obsessing over his dad. Saved to his phone, he had a folder of every untoward picture there was of David; his arse on the football field, his Armani bulge even unsuspecting photos Brooklyn had taken himself on family holidays. But, nothing compared to the real thing and the sight of him in his tight trousers only confirmed it. "Looking good, Dad," Brooklyn called out, standing up from the sofa and tucking his hardening cock into the waistband of his shorts as he made his way over to David, standing beside him in the mirror, admiring the two of them together. "You really know how to get all eyes on you." Brooklyn rested his hand at David's lower back, just above his shelf of an arse.
"Shut up, you," David smirked, playfully pushing his son away but still admiring himself in the mirror. "Right," He said, eventually snapping his gaze away. "Got to go, won't be back late, love you." With that, he kissed Brooklyn on the side of the head and made to leave, Brooklyn watched his dad's fat arse shift from side to side beneath the tight fabric as he walked out the front door.
Brooklyn sighed, as soon as he was alone he dipped his hand into the front of his shorts, gripping his now hard and heavy cock in his fist, giving it a few quick tugs as the image of his dad's fat arse and bulge still played on his mind. Not wanting to waste another minute, he made his way upstairs. Even though he was home alone, he couldn't help but tip toe across the marble floor that led towards his parent's bedroom. His shit eating grin only widened when he found his treasure; a pair of David's white Armani briefs left lazily on the floor in his haste of getting ready for the day. Brooklyn quickly picked up the tighty-whities and brought them to his face, taking a deep huff of his dad's scent; the cotton still warm from where David's arse had just been. It smelled great, the fabric having seemingly absorbed the night's sweat that emanated from David's cock, balls and crack. Brooklyn groaned, digging his face further into the backside of the briefs, roughly dragging his tongue against it in an attempt to taste his dad's arse.
The younger Beckham wasted no time and quickly fell back onto the edge of his parent's bed, his shorts and boxers pulled down to his knees. His cock slapped against his flat stomach, landing heavy against it. He had certainly inherited his dad's generous length; Brooklyn's cock was thick, long and veiny, his balls were full and heavy against his taint. He gripped his dad's briefs to his face, imagining David's arse planting itself flat on top of him as he jerked his already leaking cock. He closed his eyes, his hand working his dick faster and faster, his thumb tracing the head of it, his tongue flicking out from his open mouth as he imagined himself rimming his dad. It wasn't long before he was releasing load after load onto himself, his chest heaving as he grunted into the briefs; his arm flexing as he refused to release the grip he had of them.
When his orgasm washed away, Brooklyn sat up on the bed. His t-shirt clung to him, damp with sweat. He stood up, pulling his shorts and boxers back on and adjusted his softening cock into a comfortable position. He dropped David's crumpled up briefs onto the floor where he had found them and made his way back to his own bedroom where he closed the door behind him.
The shameless scent of release clung to him, his load already drying on his bare chest and stomach. He dabbed at it with an old towel before dropping it into a laundry basket, letting it become somebody else's problem. It was later that evening when David eventually arrived back home, the sun had begun to set and shadows stretched across the living room. He loosened his tie, letting it hang undone around his neck with the top couple of buttons open to expose his chest. The house was eerily quiet. Usually, there was at least a hum of music from one of the boy's bedrooms or Victoria on a long distance phone call in another room but, now, there was nothing. David fell back onto his sofa, finally able to relax after a day of press, charities and schmoozing. His back ached, his feet ached and his voice ached. Without thinking, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers; his hand sinking down the front of them to cup his bulge which had gone untouched and neglected all day. Immediately, his cock sprang to life in his grip, hard against the palm of his hand beneath the cotton of his briefs. He sat like that for a while, stroking himself. His head knocked back in comfort, his eyes slowly closing.
Often, Brooklyn would come downstairs on an evening and find his dad in this state of undress; asleep with his hand down his pants. Usually, he would reserve his father's dignity and wake him up and guide him upstairs in his groggy state. But, today was different. Today, he wasn't sure if he could control himself.
"Dad?" Brooklyn said quietly, standing over David who was taking deep breaths in and out as he snoozed.
The younger Beckham sank down to his knees before his dad, settling himself between his slender legs; eye to eye with his heavy bulge that sat between his thick thighs. He leaned in close, careful not to wake the older man, bringing his nose to just under where his full balls sat. He inhaled deeply, breathing in David's manly scent from the source. He could smell every step he had taken and every squat he had made. Brooklyn couldn't help but groan. He knew he was playing with fire but he couldn't stop himself. He wanted, no, needed more. He pressed his full face into his dad's bulge, feeling the weight of David's shaft against his nose and lips. This seemed to elicit a response from the sleeping footballer, a grunt escaping his parted lips.
Brooklyn continued to roll his face across David's bulge, salivating, leaving a growing damp patch on the front of his trousers and boxers. He began to pull his dad's trousers down an inch, exposing even more of his amazing bulge. Brooklyn peppered kisses along the shaft until his lips met the head of his immense cock peaking out from beneath the waistband of his boxers. He licked it tentatively, swiping his tongue along the slit, his eyes locked on his dad's face as he continued to seemingly sleep.
Undeterred, Brooklyn pulled another couple inches of David's boxers down, exposing more and more of the footballer's thick cock. This was the most Brooklyn had seen of his dad and the excitement of this only spurred him on further as he dragged his tongue along the entire length of David's shaft before taking the head between his lips, suckling hungrily on the sweat that had lingered there from through out the day. This earned a moan from David's lips, a low groan deep from within his dreams. Brooklyn continued to suck, sinking more and more of David's length into his mouth and the back of his throat, his lips stretching to accommodate his thickness as his Dad unknowingly filled Brooklyn's mouth with his cock.
Brooklyn continued to bob expertly up and down David's shaft, keeping an eye open in case he decided to wake up. His mouth filled up with saliva and pre that dripped down the sides of the footballer's cock, only making his length slicker and easy to slide up and down of.
Slowly, one of David's tired eyes opened, his blurred vision giving way to clarity as he took in the sight before him. His son's head running up and down on his hard cock, his heavy balls laying in Brooklyn's palm as the younger Beckham urged him to blow his load. "Brook-" David started, confused. He knocked his head back off of the edge of the couch, staring at the ceiling in surprised ecstasy. Brooklyn lapped his tongue around his head before sucking hungrily. "What're you doing?"
"Relax, enjoy," Brooklyn reassured, speaking with his mouth full of his dad's cock.
David did as he was told, far too lost in the moment and far too taken aback by what he had woken up to to react. Instead, he brought a shaking hand to rest on the back of Brooklyn's head, encouraging more and more of his shaft to slide down his son's throat, his grunt deepening as he fully sheathed himself in his son's warmth. He used his spare hand to tug the rest of his trousers and briefs down his long footballer's legs, letting them pool at his ankles. In this position, he was able to move and gyrate his hips, beginning to fuck Brooklyn's mouth as he tightened his grip on the younger lad's hair, his hairless balls slapping against his chin. As Brooklyn took David's cock, the hand on the back of his head, tugging at his hair only urging him on, he dipped his hand into the front of his own shorts. His cock was already hard again and desperate for attention. He jerked himself in the same rhythm as David's thrusts, moaning with his mouth full sending vibrations down the 9" shaft.
When David grew bored of Brooklyn's mouth he lifted the lad's head off of his cock, he looked down at his son who dribbled saliva and pre from the corners of his mouth which was stretched into a grin and he smiled back. His cock was slick with Brooklyn's expertise and he jerked it in his own hand, guiding the head back to his son's mouth, painting his pink, plump lips with the head.
"Did you like that?" He asked, biting biting down into his bottom lip. "Sucking your dad's cock?"
Brooklyn nodded, parting his lips just a little to taste his dad's cock once more. He had no idea where this was going to go next and if this was his only opportunity, he didn't want to waste a single second or a single drop of pre-cum.
"I've wanted to do that for a long, long time." Brooklyn said, holding the weight of David's hard cock against his cheek, feeling its immense heat across his face.
David couldn't fathom the situation he had woken up to, especially with the image that was in front of him right now. His son, who he had watched and helped grow up, holding his hard and heavy cock in his hand, sucking on it and worshipping it. What was more confusing to David was how much he enjoyed it.
"What else have you wanted to do?" David asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he invited Brooklyn to divulge his secret desires.
"Well, I've always wanted to.." Brooklyn's words trailed off as he brought a series of kisses down the inside of David's thigh and moving towards his low-hanging balls. His hands hooked under the footballer's knees before lifting him slowly, pulling his back onto the sofa and exposing the bottom half of his peachy arse. Before David could protest, the span of Brooklyn's tongue was at his hole, swiping long drags up his taint and then to his balls, taking each one into his mouth and feeling its weight against his tongue. David's mouth hung slack at the brand new sensation, Brooklyn exploring uncharted territory, his hole hungrily pulsing and twitching beneath his son's rough touch. He lifted David's legs higher, exposing more and more of the footballer's perfect arse. Brooklyn kissed and tongued the tight ring of muscles, something he had always fantasises doing, he pressed the tip of his nose into it and breathed deeply, desperate for the manly scent of sweat and hard work that seemed to ooze off of the man. David continued to groan, often biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself from being too loud. This was all brand new to him, being with a guy, being with his son but Brooklyn took expert care of him, worshiping his body with love, care and attention. "You taste so good, smell so good," Brooklyn moaned, refusing to pull his face away from David's groin to speak, his voice muffled by the amount of man he was dealing with. "I love it."
Brooklyn wanted to give his dad everything; he worked his cock, worked his arse, but, he still had so much more to give.
"Do you want to fuck me?" He asked as he reluctantly pulled his face out from between David's legs, his hands caressing his hairy thighs as he looked up at him, his mouth wet but grinning.
David didn't know how to answer, his cock was hard, heavy and close to blowing. It would be a waste, he thought, to see his load go anywhere but inside Brooklyn's arse. Married and trying to be faithful to Victoria, his cock was hardly ever seen to and he had grown tired of turning to the palm of his hand in the middle of the night when everyone else had gone to sleep. Therefore, the desire to empty himself deep inside someone was all too appealing for him, even if it was his son. David looked to Brooklyn and then to his cock, they had already gone so far, it wouldn't make sense to hold back now, to draw the line at fucking when that was what he wanted most.
Brooklyn didn't wait for David to answer, his silence to the question was enough. He wasn't going to wait for his dad to talk himself out of what would be the ride of his life. He tugged off his shorts, his cock slapping against his abs and he hooked his thumb into the hem of his vest, leaving it in a pile on the floor before crawling onto David's lap, his thighs parted on either side of his dad's waist before leaning back, guiding the head of the footballer's giant cock towards his hole. He stared into his dad's eyes, both of their mouths hanging open. Brooklyn winced as the head dipped inside the tight ring of muscle, he groaned as he was slowly filled, leaning back on David's shaft. Inch by inch the full length of David's cock disappeared inside the younger Beckham until at last he was fully sheathed, Brooklyn's arse now sat atop his heavy balls, waiting patiently in anticipation of being fucked.
David held onto Brooklyn's waist, edging him further and further down his shaft until he could feel himself balls deep inside him. His mouth, which was hanging open in near ecstasy, felt untouched and useless until he leaned up to press his lips to Brooklyn's, kissing him deeply and desperately, their tongues wringing together making his cock pulse deep within him. Before David had a chance to start grinding his hips, he felt Brooklyn lift off of him, the head of David's cock close to popping out of his hole before Brooklyn crashed himself back down, fucking himself on David's tool. David groaned into his son's mouth as the lad repeated the same process, bouncing up and down the length of David's cock at an intense speed and rhythm.
"Fuck," David groaned into Brooklyn's mouth, still holding his son's hips steady as he continued to ride his dad, David nipped at Brooklyn's bottom lip, tugging at the plump skin in a wanton act. "You're doing great," He encouraged, so impressed by his son's ability to ride cock, convinced it couldn't be his first time. "Don't stop, Brook."
The younger Beckham wrapped his arms around David's neck, using him as leverage as he continued to drop his arse up and down on his Dad's cock, loving the sensation of being filled by the man of his dreams, loving the feeling of his engrossed head pulsing against his prostate, bashing against it. His own leaking cock stained David's buttoned up shirt as it dragged back and forth against him as he rode for his life, close to releasing his own load without even having touched it.
"You're such a good boy." David cooed, Brooklyn's pace quickening, bringing out the filthier side of him as he came close to releasing his fat load. "So good at riding cock, I'm going to shoot so deep inside your guts." At this point, the footballer's body was drenched with sweat, his muscles glistening with an aroused sheen. He sat up on the couch slightly, still holding Brooklyn in place, his lips moved down, however, from Brooklyn's mouth to peck at the lad's nipples, teasing and sucking on them to hardness as he would have Victoria's. As he teased the nib between his teeth, he looked up at Brooklyn. His head was knocked back in his own ecstasy, his hair a damp, mess pushed out of the way of his face.
When David could feel himself growing close, his sack tightening into his taint, his shaking hands found Brooklyn's arse, taking full control of the pace. His fingers dug into the fat flesh of Brooklyn's arse cheeks, clinging onto him as he lifted his son up and down on his cock, practically using him as a hole to release into. In turn, Brooklyn held onto David tighter, leaning in closer, his lips at David's neck, sucking and kissing. David's face pressed into Brooklyn's chest, his tongue lapping at his hard nipple as he continued to fuck harder and harder, his senses becoming overloaded.
David continued like that, fucking himself into his son, for a few long moments before he felt the head of his orgasm surface and he held Brooklyn down on his lap, his hips flinching as he released load after load deep inside of him, David let out a groan, his voice muffled by Brooklyn's puffy chest. Every time David had been denied sex had been built up until now, his balls completely emptying themselves in Brooklyn's tight arse, his fat load painting his insides. His grip on Brooklyn's arse had tightened, his fingers digging into the fat flesh of his cheeks, still moving his son up and down in his lap as his tightness squeezed out his entirety.
Brooklyn pressed his lips back down to David's, swallowing his moans and groans as he kissed him. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated but necessary, keeping them both awake in their lightheadedness. Slowly, he lifted off of his dad's lap, the friction lethal on David's sensitive cock, his engrossed head popped out of Brooklyn's hole, leaving him completely unsheathed before he collapsed against his Dad's chest, his seed already leaking down his hairless thighs.
"You did so well, Brooky," David said, his voice strained and low. He stroked the span of Brooklyn's tanned back, holding him close to his chest as he lay flat on top of him, kissing the side of his forehead. "So well."
David's hand continued south, proudly patting Brooklyn on his arse, before dipping between his son's cheeks, his fingers exploring his abused hole, slick from his escaping load. His middle finger circled the muscle teasingly, he could feel Brooklyn's hot breath against his chest as he pressed himself back, as if he wanted to be fucked all over again. David, if he was a younger man, would have been more than happy to oblige. Instead, he scooped up his seed on his finger and brought it to Brooklyn's mouth, swilling it around the lad's hungry tongue as he sucked it dry.
"Thought you might have wanted to try." David said softly, kissing the bottom of Brooklyn's ear.
Brooklyn swallowed thickly, wishing he had instead swallowed his dad's load instead of taken it. But, he hoped, there would be other opportunities.
"I'm going to shower," He said, standing up from David's lap, now able to see his own stain his load had left across David's shirt, ruining what was originally pristine and expensive.
David remained on the couch, red faced and out of breath. His chest heaved as he lay spent, his legs wide open and his body sticky with sweat and sex. He watched his naked son walk away, his fat arse shifting from side to side with every step he took as his dad's load wept from between his cheeks. He couldn't help but smirk to himself at what he had achieved, as if he had unlocked a whole new realm of possibilities to be explored.
End of Chapter 1
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