Hello and welcome to my weird imagination.
An important warning before you read this story: it features father-son incest (no underage though), so if you don't like that, now is the right time to click away!
If you're still here, I hope you will enjoy it!
The muscles of his abdomen as the hem of his t-shirt wrinkled up while he raised his hands up in the air.
The moving of his Adam's apple as he gulped down his refreshing drink.
The small beads of sweat as they streamed down his forehead.
The flying of his blond locks as he shook his head while laughing at a wrong move.
The impossible blueness in his eyes as they focused solely on the ball.
Everything was beautiful about him.
"Naruto? Are you okay?"
Naruto flinched when the syllables of his name reached his ear. He blinked twice to drag himself out of his trance and forced himself to look into those otherworldly blue eyes that bore into him from the opposite side of the tennis court. They were the exact same shade as his own.
"No… I mean yes! I'm just tired, that's all."
"That's all for today then," Minato said and raised his racket to hit the small, yellow ball he had been holding in his hand toward Naruto.
The younger blond had to jump away from the speedy attack otherwise it would've hit him right in the stomach. "Hey, you said we're finished! I wasn't prepared!"
"You still have your racket in your hand," Minato chuckled, "I figured you would manage one last serve."
Naruto sighed and hopped down onto the acrylic top of the tennis court, stretching out his tired legs. Minato walked to the edge of the court and lifted Naruto's water bottle from the ground. He ambled up to his son and handed him the bottle with a small smile.
"Thanks, Dad," Naruto muttered as he snatched the bottle away from Minato's grip.
Minato gently patted Naruto's shoulder. "You still have two whole weeks until the tournament starts. Don't get stressed out."
"I'm not getting stressed out," Naruto pouted and leaned forward to stretch his upper thighs. That, and to hide the small blush forming on his cheeks caused by Minato's touch.
"You don't? Are you sure? You weren't mentally here today," Minato commented and placed his hands on Naruto's back to push him a bit deeper down, helping him stretch. "Why are you so anxious? You've never been nervous before any tournaments up until now. Is it because your first match is against Sasuke?"
The pleasant pain in Naruto's thighs suddenly became unbearable so he signaled Minato to let him go. As the strong hands disappeared from his back, Naruto straightened his spine and spread his legs to continue stretching.
"It has nothing to do with him."
"Alright," Minato muttered and sat down next to Naruto to begin his own stretching.
Minato's unique scent filled Naruto's nose. The smell of his deodorant had mixed with sweat and it resulted in a bitter, minty scent. It was one of the most delicious smells Naruto had ever had the chance to breathe in.
He wondered what Minato tasted like.
'Fuck, stop. This is your Dad. Your Father. F-A-T-H-E-R.'
"… when you serve." Minato's voice abruptly cut into Naruto's thoughts.
"Huh?" Naruto turned to his father with wide eyes.
"You didn't hear anything about what I just said, did you?" Minato tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow at his son. "I'm trying to coach you here, but you're somewhere else in mind."
Naruto mumbled an apology and fixed his gaze on his shoes. He wasn't himself in the past few weeks. His mind was filled with only one thing: Minato. Naruto knew well enough that he had abnormal thoughts, but he couldn't help it. No matter how much he despised himself for it, those feelings just wouldn't go away.
Before he realized his improper craving for Minato, Naruto had been all about the upcoming tournament. As an aspiring tennis player, this tournament was his springboard to success. He had attended a lot before, he had even won almost all of them, but they were all local. Now he finally had the chance to attend a national tournament. He had the chance to face Sasuke, one of the biggest talents of the country.
But Minato involuntarily crossed out all of Naruto's plans when he decided to be the coach of his son.
Minato had been a famous tennis player in his time. In his prime, he was called the Yellow Flash because of his blond hair and his incredible speed. He could hit back even the most formidable shots, the ones that seemed impossible to reach.
Unfortunately, his career broke apart after a nasty injury to his ankle. After years of recovery, he could've returned. Everybody in the tennis community waited for his comeback, but Minato decided not to chase his dreams anymore. Naruto never knew the reason. He just hoped it wasn't because he was born.
Anyhow, Minato's dream to become the country's most successful tennis player was inherited by his son. Ever since his childhood, Naruto had rigorously trained to become a top player. And now at nineteen, he finally had the chance to show his skills.
Due to the important occasion, Minato had offered to be his temporary coach. Naruto's real coach, Kakashi was actually relieved when he heard the news. He was aware of Naruto's willpower and stubbornness, but he still believed the blond boy wasn't prepared for a national tournament. Naruto wanted to prove him wrong.
So, Minato had started with his training a few weeks ago and Naruto found himself in deep shit. He had known his entire life that his father was handsome. The muscles Minato had built during his years of being an active sportsman were never lost. His boyish features had never dimmed. Strangers usually thought Minato was Naruto's elder brother.
But as Naruto spent way more time with Minato than usual, he slowly lost himself.
"Let's go home. We will continue tomorrow." Minato pushed himself to his feet and held out a hand to help Naruto up. He accepted it and squeezed the hand a little more tightly than it was necessary.
Walking to the car, Naruto couldn't tear his gaze away from Minato's bottom. He licked his lower lip unconsciously, but almost bit down his tongue when he became aware of what he was doing. An abrupt thought burst into his mind about pounding that sweet ass and unpleasant goosebumps ran up his arms.
What a horrible son he was.
"Do you want to drive?" Minato asked, spinning the car keys around his fingers.
"No, thank you."
"Are you sure? Don't you want to practice?"
"I'm sure, thanks." Naruto nodded and made his way to the passenger's seat. He wouldn't be able to concentrate on driving right now.
With a sigh, Minato occupied the driver's seat and started driving. As always, he turned on the radio and hummed to the rhythm of the songs.
Naruto watched him from the corner of his eyes. His gaze lingered on Minato's nicely shaped lips and he wished he could lean forward to kiss them. Naruto had a strong desire to climb onto Minato's lap. He felt a strange need to discover the inside of Minato's mouth with his tongue. He wanted to run his fingers through Minato's hair. He longed for touching those muscles under his sweaty shirt with his hands.
A tingling sensation tortured him in the pit of his stomach and Naruto turned his gaze away in shame.
"Oh, I love this song," Minato exclaimed and reached out to turn the volume of the radio up, "your mother and I had our first kiss while this music was playing in the background."
Naruto felt nauseated upon the mention of his mother. Not because he didn't love her, no. Naruto loved his mother with all his heart. But she was dead. And Naruto was daydreaming about having sex with her husband. The husband of his mother. His father.
Naruto felt like throwing up.
"How are things going with that chick?" Naruto forced out the first words that came into his mind in a desperate attempt to avert his thoughts.
"Hm? What chick?" Minato glanced at him with a question in his eyes.
"That blonde woman you went out on a date with last week. I don't know her name."
Kushina had died eight years ago due to an illness. Minato had a hard time after losing his wife, but just recently, he started dating again. The fondness in his voice was still present when he talked about Kushina, but now he was able to talk about her without breaking down.
Naruto once accidentally heard when Minato told to Kakashi that he still felt as if he cheated on Kushina every time he went out on a date with someone. Naruto figured that Minato must still be unsure about starting a relationship with someone again, but at least he showed some eagerness to find happiness. And Naruto was happy for him. He wished to see his father in high spirits again.
He just wished Minato would find happiness with him instead of some outsider.
"Oh, her," Minato paused for a moment, "it won't work out."
"Why not?"
"We're not compatible."
"Why are you dating if you're not ready to let go of Mom?" The question burst out of Naruto's mouth and he immediately wanted to suck it back.
Minato's grip tightened around the steering wheel. "This is complicated, Naruto. I hope you will never have to go through anything like this."
Naruto gulped. He contemplated his answer for a moment before he tentatively placed his hand on top of Minato's right arm, giving it a small but affectionate squeeze. "I'm here for you."
Minato removed the hand that Naruto was holding from the steering wheel and laced his fingers with Naruto's, locking their hands in an intimate grip. Warmth and electricity jolted through Naruto's body as though he was struck by lightning, but the contact of their skin didn't last long. Minato pulled back his hand after only a few seconds.
"I know," he said with a smile.
Naruto felt redness blooming on his face, so he turned his head away to stare out the window. He wondered if he was crazy for thinking that Minato would feel the same, sinful way about him. They held hands, although briefly, but the way Minato's fingers slipped between Naruto's felt a little more emotional than just a simple father-son bonding moment.
If Minato didn't sit next to him, Naruto would smack himself in the head now. He was overthinking this. His father was straight. He had been married to a woman. He went out on dates with women. There was no way he would be attracted to someone who wasn't a woman.
And even if there was a slim chance, he sure as hell wasn't as fucked up as Naruto. Minato would never have an affair with his own son.
"You're really something else today."
The gentle laugh of Minato drew Naruto's attention. His eyes widened as he caught sight of his father standing outside and peeping into the car through the half pulled-down window on Naruto's side. When did they get home? And how did he not see Minato stepping into his view?
Minato opened the door of the car from outside and gestured for Naruto to move.
"You're scaring me a bit. Should I call a doctor to run a check-up on you?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Naruto grinned, trying to make it as natural as possible, "but you were ruthless today. I'm super tired, ya know."
"Alright." Minato nodded. "Ya know," he repeated Naruto's verbal tic with a wide smile.
"Don't mock me," Naruto laughed genuinely for the first time today, "I got that from my Mom, ya know."
"I'm well aware," Minato chuckled and closed the door of the car after Naruto climbed out of it. "I'm going to take a shower. You should, too," he said as he threw his bag over his shoulder and started walking toward the house.
'Can we shower together?' Naruto wanted to ask, but he swallowed the words.
He sauntered after Minato and watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. 'He didn't bring fresh clothes with him,' the thought jolted through Naruto's mind. Soon enough, he heard Minato's voice calling out from the bathroom.
"Naruto, could you bring me some clothes to wear? I forgot to take any."
"Sure, wait a minute," Naruto yelled back and made his way toward Minato's bedroom.
He opened one of Minato's drawers and took out a black jogger and a dark blue t-shirt. Placing the pieces of clothing on his arm, he crouched down to the lowest drawer. After opening it, he swallowed hard, trying to get rid of his own perverted thoughts, and took out a pair of boxer briefs.
Naruto knocked on the bathroom door to let his father know that he brought him the clothes he had asked for. He expected Minato to open the door slightly, just enough for him to reach for the clothes, but to his surprise, the older blond hung the door wide open.
Minato was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist. Drops of water from his wet, blond hair streamed down on his upper body, tracing his lean but muscular form and disappeared under the edge of the towel.
Naruto's lips parted and the tingling feeling in his stomach returned. A wide smile spread high on Minato's face as he grabbed the clothes, voicing a thank you. He closed the door back, but Naruto couldn't move. He froze in place and stared at the only material that separated him and Minato.
He imagined his father dropping the towel on the floor and…
'Fuck,' Naruto thought in panic when he felt his member coming to life in his underwear.
He turned on his heels as fast as he could and ran into his bedroom. Rummaging through his drawers, he picked up fresh clothes to wear and dragged himself back to the bathroom. His father had already come out and had left the door open, letting steam and warmth escape.
Naruto slid inside, slamming the door behind himself. He hurriedly tore his sweaty training clothes off his body and jumped into the shower. He stood under the ice-cold water without as much as a flinch, pressing his forehead against the wall. He needed to cool down.
He shut his eyes firmly closed, but the mental images tortured him. He couldn't erase the memory of Minato standing almost naked in front of him. How much Naruto wanted to touch him. How much he wanted to slide his hands under that towel. How much he wanted to take him in his mouth.
"Fucking hell," he muttered and grabbed his painfully erect cock.
Jerking himself off, Naruto tried to think about somebody, anybody else than Minato. He failed miserably. He couldn't distract his thoughts from Minato's perfect skin, his toned abs, his round buttocks, and his beautiful smile.
As Naruto came, pleasure and shame flashed through him at the same time. It wasn't the first time he had masturbated while thinking about his father, but it didn't make it easier. Actually, it just made everything much worse.
When it first occurred, Naruto assured himself that it just happened because of the exciting feeling of breaking a taboo. When it happened for the second time, he told himself it was only an accident that Minato's face popped into his head. Naruto always had an excuse, but those excuses became weaker and weaker with each time.
Right now, Naruto had no more excuses left.
He wanted to fuck his father so bad it physically hurt.
Naruto scraped away the disgrace with the soap. He wasn't sure if it was water or tears that made their way down his cheeks.
He wasn't sure how much time he spent under the running water, but it felt like forever. When he finally opened the bathroom door, his eyes immediately focused on Minato who was hurriedly putting on a shoe. He no longer wore the black joggers and dark blue shirt that Naruto had given him.
"Where are you going?"
Minato turned with his whole body to face Naruto who leaned against the wall with folded arms. "I totally forgot, but I have a date tonight."
"With the blonde woman?"
"No," Minato said and reached for his other shoe.
"Who is it then?"
"Someone else," Minato answered while lacing up his shoes.
Naruto felt himself getting somehow angry. His father was secretive about this someone else. Who was she? Naruto didn't actually care. He just didn't want Minato to go out with yet another stranger.
Naruto dashed forward and stepped between the front door and Minato, sticking his arm out as if he could prevent his father from leaving.
He didn't know what got into him suddenly, but his lips moved on their own. "Don't go."
"Why?" Minato placed his hands on his hips and tilted his head to the side.
Naruto opened and closed his mouth, trying to find a good reason, but his brain left him in the lurch. Words didn't form on his lips. His mind was filled with all the things he needed Minato to know, but not a single sound came out of his throat.
Minato heaved a deep sigh after staring at his son in silence for a few minutes. Seeing he wouldn't get an answer to his question, he grabbed his car keys and sidestepped Naruto.
At that moment, Naruto didn't think about the consequences. He swung his arms around Minato's neck and pressed his lips against his. Feeling Minato's body stiffening in his embrace, Naruto winced but didn't pull away. Unsurely, he licked Minato's lips with his tongue.
For his greatest shock, Minato opened his mouth in response. A long moment passed, but Naruto wasn't prepared for this turn of events. He became paralyzed by his own surprise until he tasted Minato's tongue on his own lips. His mind switched from one second to another and he hungrily pressed his tongue against Minato's.
Naruto forgot how to breathe when his body got pushed against the hard surface of the front door. Minato crushed his body firmly into Naruto's and the younger blond almost lost consciousness when his father started kissing his earlobes. A small moan escaped Naruto's lips as Minato planted open-mouthed kisses all the way down on the side of his neck until he reached Naruto's collarbone. Naruto's fingers were sifting through Minato's hair as he melted into his father's hold.
"Will you stay?" Naruto whispered into Minato's ear.
Minato lifted his head and their blue eyes locked. "I will."
"Good," Naruto breathed out and captured Minato's lips once again, taking a steady step forward. If Minato believed Naruto would let him dominate just because he was older then Minato was dead wrong.
Minato kicked off his shoes and obeyed Naruto's silent command to get away from the door. Naruto's mind was too clouded to pay attention to his surroundings, so he didn't know how they managed to get to Minato's bedroom. He just became aware they were there when he pushed Minato down on the double bed.
Hazy blue eyes looked up at him when he tore off his t-shirt and climbed on top of Minato. Ducking his head down, Naruto gently sucked on Minato's neck while his hands wandered under his shirt. Naruto felt Minato's unconfident touches around the hem of the shorts he was wearing, so he leaned back and removed them. After he was only in his underwear, he helped Minato remove his own shirt.
While he was leaving gentle kisses on Minato's abdomen, Naruto couldn't believe this was really happening. He was fantasizing about it only like an hour ago and now he was here, dangerously close to Minato's very visible erection.
With experienced fingers, Naruto got rid of Minato's remaining clothes. A scarlet blush appeared on Minato's cheeks as his erection swung free. He yanked his hands in front of it, trying to hide it behind his palms. Naruto grabbed his wrists and removed Minato's protective hands.
"Don't hide, you're beautiful," he murmured as he took off his own underwear.
Minato turned his head away in embarrassment. "Naruto, I think we should –" he began but was forced to suck back air as Naruto's wet mouth engulfed his throbbing cock.
Naruto swirled his tongue around the tip, occasionally dipping it into Minato's slit. Minato unconsciously bucked his hips forward and Naruto relaxed his throat to be able to take as much of Minato's length as he could. He enthusiastically bobbed his head up and down, saliva streaming down onto Minato's belly.
When Minato's panting became heavier, Naruto lifted his head and leaned forward to steal a kiss. An eager moan burst out of Minato's throat as if he was disappointed that the warmness of Naruto's mouth suddenly disappeared. That moan drove Naruto insane.
Naruto broke the kiss and sucked on his own fingers, using as much saliva as he could, and rubbed Minato's entrance with a wet touch.
"W-Wait…"
Naruto stopped with the motion and looked up at Minato. "What's wrong?"
"I… I… I don't… I never…" Minato mumbled, carefully avoiding eye contact. He was so innocent Naruto wanted to kiss him.
"I know. Don't worry."
"Have you… have you ever…"
"Plenty of times. Don't worry," Naruto smiled at him reassuringly. Although, Minato probably didn't see it because his gaze was still focused on something that surely wasn't Naruto.
Naruto contemplated running into his room to grab a bottle of lube, but he decided against it. He didn't want to kill the mood, so he raised his hand to lick his own fingers again, but Minato stopped him by grabbing his wrist. Naruto gasped in shock when Minato pushed himself into a sitting position and after a few moments of only staring at Naruto's hand, he started sucking on his fingers. Feeling the wet, warm tongue of his father swirling around his fingers seemed like a dream and Naruto's cock twitched in anticipation.
Naruto pushed his fingers deeper into Minato's mouth, forcing a gag out of him. He wished Minato would gag on his cock instead of his fingers, but that might be too much for a first-timer. So, Naruto pulled out his fingers from the hot mouth and shoved Minato into the bed. He traced Minato's entrance and pushed a finger inside.
Minato grabbed the bedsheet and squeezed it so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Does it hurt?" Naruto asked.
"No… it's just… no…"
With a small smile on his lips, Naruto bent forward and started biting Minato's neck. Small whimpers escaped the older blond's lips as Naruto added another finger. He began pushing his fingers back and forth inside Minato, simulating the movement of a scissor once in a while to open him up. Minato writhed helplessly under him and Naruto's hard cock twitched happily as it made contact with Minato's.
Their two hard members brushed against each other and Naruto let out a muffled yelp when he felt Minato's precum leaving a cold mark on the lower part of his belly.
When Naruto pulled out his fingers and leaned back, Minato's hands wandered over his erection. He gave Naruto a few insecure but very gentle strokes. Naruto groaned in pleasure and closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the experience fully. Minato's movements were a bit clumsy, but still incredibly pleasing.
Patting on Minato's legs, Naruto signaled him to spread his legs a bit wider. When he complied, Naruto tossed a pillow under his hips to create the perfect angle and positioned himself on top of him. The tip of Naruto's cock massaged Minato's entrance, but when he was about to push in, Minato moved his hips backward.
"A moment," he said hurriedly and reached for the drawer of his nightstand, taking out a small square package, "always use a condom."
Naruto had to suppress a laugh when his eyes focused on Minato's serious expression. Minato chose the worst possible moment to show his parental care.
Naruto snatched the condom from his hand and tore it open with impatient fingers. He quickly rolled it down on his cock, then placed himself between Minato's legs once again.
"Ready?" he breathed out with blind lust coating his voice.
Minato only nodded, but Naruto spotted the overwhelming desire in his ocean blue irises.
A loud moan left Minato's mouth as Naruto slowly pushed himself inside of him. Minato threw his arms around Naruto's neck and instinctively pulled him closer.
Naruto felt light-headed. He did it. He was inside of his father. And it felt so fucking good.
"You're doing great," Naruto whispered into Minato's ear and kissed it fondly. Minato only answered with a faint hum.
When Naruto felt Minato's body relaxing a bit underneath him, he started moving his hips. A gasp tore from Minato's throat and he dug his nails into Naruto's back. It didn't matter for Naruto. His back could've bled from a thousand wounds and he still wouldn't mind.
His thrusts became more and more fierce as Minato's moaning became louder.
"Fuck, you're so tight… you feel so good around my cock, Dad," Naruto murmured, but all he got in response was a desperate whimper.
Naruto's mind was reeling. 'Oh my god, I'm fucking my dad.'
Minato cried out as Naruto hit his prostate. With a smirk, Naruto repeated the movement. Minato closed his eyes as if he didn't want to see who exactly the source of his pleasure was but kept moaning.
"Dad, look at me," Naruto panted, slowing down his thrusts.
Minato shook his head, but pushed himself against Naruto, urging him to pick up the pace again.
"Look at me, Dad. It's only me. Don't be shy."
"Just keep doing what you were doing, please," Minato breathed out, his eyes still closed.
"Not until I see your eyes."
Minato groaned but eventually did as he was told. The wanton glimmering in Minato's cerulean blue gaze made Naruto completely lose his self-discipline and he began thrusting into Minato ruthlessly. As they stared into each other's blue eyes, Naruto felt his orgasm steadily building up. He wanted to slow down to delay the inevitable, but his body didn't obey him.
"I'm about to cum," Minato mewled all of a sudden.
Naruto beamed. "Cum for me, Dad."
Those words were everything that Minato needed. He came, arching his whole body against Naruto's. Minato grabbed his own cock to direct the hot fluid leaking out of it. His semen poured onto his abdomen and the sight made Naruto's stomach tremble with excitement.
Electricity bolted through Naruto's body and he came hard. He pushed himself as far inside of Minato as he could, a cry bursting out of his throat. His legs were shaking from the sheer force of reaching his peak and he thought he would pass out. He had never had such an intense orgasm in his entire life.
He stayed inside his father until both of their euphoric pantings started dying down. Naruto slipped out of Minato and throw the condom filled with the evidence of their sin in the trashcan. When he turned back to face Minato, he was already under the blanket, turning away from Naruto.
Naruto sighed and slipped under the blanket, spooning Minato from the back. As their naked bodies touched, Naruto couldn't suppress a grin.
He gave a small peck to Minato's hair.
"Let's sleep a bit, Dad. We have tennis practice tomorrow, ya know."
Thank you for reading and have a nice day!