Gaycest: Sweat & Taboo – The Apolo Adrii Family Threesome
Some fires refuse to stay buried—especially when family ties get twisted into knots of lust. Apolo Adrii’s past crashes into his present when ex-lover Apolo XL arrives, all muscle and simmering history, and the air thickens with everything left unsaid. But it’s Hugo Dupre—Apolo’s stepson—who becomes the spark that ignites a three-way inferno of raw need.
The tension cracks the moment XL’s eyes lock on Hugo. Apolo doesn’t bother hiding the truth: “I’ve been bending him over every surface in this house.” XL’s grin is feral. No judgment here—just hunger. He seizes both men by the scruff, slamming their mouths together in a bruising three-way kiss that’s more battle than affection. Hugo whimpers, trapped between two alpha energies, and the game begins.
XL takes charge. He shoves Hugo to his knees, yanking Apolo’s shorts down to free the thick, veined cock Hugo’s grown very familiar with. “Open,” XL commands, and Hugo obeys—letting Apolo thrust deep into his throat while XL watches, palming himself through his jeans. Apolo fists Hugo’s hair, fucking his face with the casual dominance of a man who owns him, XL’s low laughter egging him on.
But Hugo’s not just a toy. When XL spins him around, spreading his cheeks to reveal smooth, twink flesh, the older men share a look that’s pure predation. Apolo spits on his stepson’s hole, working two fingers in as XL grips Hugo’s hips. “Take it,” Apolo growls—and Hugo does, arching back onto XL’s cock with a cry that’s equal parts pain and want.
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What follows is a sweaty, snarling ballet of power. Apolo watches XL pound his stepson raw, then reclaims him missionary-style, drilling into Hugo’s well-stretched hole with a possessiveness that borders on violence. Hugo’s legs shake as he cums untouched, but Apolo isn’t done—he flips him onto all fours, breeding him deep while XL feeds Hugo his own cock, choking him on every thrust.
Afterward, the three collapse in a tangle of limbs and spend. Hugo’s ass drips with two loads as XL traces the tattoo on Apolo’s shoulder. “Same time next week?” XL murmurs. Apolo just smirks, already hardening again. Some family traditions are worth keeping.
