#cadam

I'm not including steroline because in my mind they are endgame same with jax/tara and merder because whenever meredith dies she'll be with derek!! I didn't include barchie or bhva because all were endgame imo and didn't include klamille or klayley or haylijah because I ship all three and didn't want competing ships lol and spuffy was endgame in the comic books lol in my mind karamel is endgame because she can go where he is anytime but I included them anyway lol and handon is endgame in my mind as well because they would've been!! I included brylan because even though I consider them endgame because they were supposed to be and now luke/shannen are gone I consider them to be but I needed to fill a space lol

@alphastoworship

There they were; they were all alone. Father and son. Adam's wife, his current one in a long line of women who sought the blonde giant out for his money, was gone for the weekend. It was just the two of them, completely alone, undisturbed for the next three days.

It was time for father and son to have some much needed and very serious quality time together; it was time for the two to stop hiding from one another, to finally confess and allow their love to deepen and transform into something neither of them could ever imagine; a love so beautiful, the world would never understand it. The world didn't have to understand it; what this father and son had was so special and rare, that it was time for them to accept and consummate this very special love, emotionally and physically.

For as long as he could remember, Caleb was always a Daddy's Boy. Adam rarely talked about Caleb's mother. She abandoned them a long time ago, breaking up their family and ushering in this cycle of abusive women coming to claim what was never theirs in the first place. For years, women would try to step in and break the bond between father and son. None of them were successful, because Adam and Caleb were inseparable.

Throughout all of life's challenges; abandonment, several marriages and then divorces, financial hardship and uncertainty, Caleb and Adam endured all of it together. Nothing could break the bond that these two shared. They did everything together. When Caleb was a baby and then a boy, he had no problem saying that he was a Daddy's Boy. Whenever his Daddy showed up, Caleb would always run to his Daddy for a hug. Caleb clung onto Adam when he was scared, and whenever he was sad, he would run into those impressively large arms for safety and comfort.

None of his friends were there for him the way Adam was. Caleb couldn't have asked for a better father. Now that the boy was all grown up, having lived through serious trials and tribulations that most families had never experienced, it was only natural that the red head's wants and needs had changed, and his love for his Daddy had also changed.

First came the self awareness. For as long as he could remember, Caleb knew something was there. Something indescribable, primitive and instinctual. First Caleb recognized just how handsome his father was. Even the son could not deny that his father was physically immaculate. Caleb couldn't help but feel drawn to Adam's powerful masculine aura that pulsated off of him. In that regard, Caleb was the exact opposite; where Adam was big and imposing, Caleb was little and welcoming. While Adam's presence was dominant and masculine, Caleb's was submissive and feminine. The two naturally had complimenting energies that were a perfect match for one another, only adding to the boy's growing confusion.

Then came the primitive instincts. For as long as he could remember, Caleb was always drawn to Adam's scent. Not his cologne, deodorant and body wash; his natural scent. The towering behemoth had a smell that Caleb could not describe in words. To women, they complained about it, saying that Adam was musky and that he smelled. Caleb had no idea what they were talking about. What they found repulsive, Caleb found irresistible. In fact, Caleb secretly preferred it when Adam did not wear any deodorant in the house; he simply could not get enough of that musk. The minute it hit his nostrils, the opening between Caleb's legs would end up soaking wet with arousal. That smell always brought the red head's carnal needs to the surface.

Then came the animalistic lust. Caleb never forgot it; Adam was the source behind the boy's very first orgasm. The blonde giant was so big, strong, handsome, powerful and kind hearted. He was an active church goer, a man who fought for his country, served and protected his community, guided and taught boys how to be men. He was a good man, the perfect man; a man any good woman would kill to call their husband. He would never say it aloud, but the love he had for his father had deepened into something he could not explain in words; he could only feel it, and when he embraced those feelings, his first experience at ejaculation was absolutely orgasmic.

The red head remembered lying in his soaking wet sheets, covering in his juices. His eyeballs had rolled into the back of his head and he panted so heavily due to the overwhelming pleasure that had consumed his tiny little body. He knew what he felt for the man who created him was real, and he knew that when he looked into those powerful blue hues, he wasn't the only one who felt this way. That's when he knew that this new found love of his needed to be explored.

The self awareness, primitive impulses and carnal needs; all of them had led to this moment. For years now, the two tried to hide what they were feeling. Caleb, while more open to the idea, questioned whether his feelings were moral. He wondered for years whether or not he should give into these feelings, and for many nights, he questioned his own morality.

Many would not approve of what they were about to do. To the outside world, a boy should not love his father this way, but Caleb knew that deep down, they were no longer just father and son. They may be bound by blood, but what they had was so much more for that. Having shared the hardships of life together, father and son were in desperate need of genuine love and human connection, and they had found it in the most unlikely of places........in each other.

Being alone together with all these pent up feelings of confusion, longing, want and love let the father and son to share the most beautiful of kisses. It was powerful, sensuous and deep. It was a sign that both of them wanted this. That's why Caleb laid on his father's bed, spread his legs wide open and showed the man who raised him a new place to call home; a place where they can build their own family......together.

Caleb had dreamed of this for so many nights, for it to finally be happening was driving him crazy with want. The little red head looked so pretty lying on his back like that. His vagina looked so beautiful; it was a pretty shade of pink. Biting his lip, Caleb looked upon his father's glorious physique. He was overcome by his maker's overwhelmingly powerful smell. It was driving Caleb's mind insane with want. Then he laid eyes on that unbelievably massive shaft. This wasn't the first time Caleb had seen it, but this was the first time it was looking directly at Caleb. The young man was not afraid. He put all his faith, all his love, and all his trust into the man who created him.

Being such a little tease, Caleb put his pretty and adorable foot on that enormous shaft. Working its way up and down, Caleb's adorable pink toes began to taunt and tease that enormous head. That's when Caleb looked up towards Adam. The giant was not just his father anymore, he was a man; a man that Caleb had fallen in love with, and he wanted to give that love back to the man who stood in front of him.

" All my life, you've given me unconditional love." He said in a voice so sweet and sensuous all at the same time. " Now it's time for me to give all that love back to you." And with that, Caleb put his hands on his pussy folds, gently parting them, showing his father where he belonged.

" Welcome home, Daddy. Why don't you come over and get a closer look. Maybe even a taste of your new home."

Cassie Blake and Adam Conant