Part 6
Ted and I basked in the afterglow for a while, contentedly running our hands over each other's bodies. "So, how long have you and Steve been playing around?" I asked.
Ted:
"About two years now," Ted replied. "Steve's mother left us when Steve was 12. We had married young, and she said that she had never had a chance to spread her wings. I could tell that, although she was a good mother, her heart really wasn't in it, so I didn't put up much of a fight. I got custody of Steve, and she moved away.
The adjustment to two men living alone was easier than I thought it would be. We became buddies as much as father and son. We divided the chores and I spent more time with him than I had before. We had always been casual with nudity, which drove my wife crazy. With her gone, we started wearing fewer and fewer clothes, until we finally ran around the house naked as a matter of course. Thus, I got a chance to see Steve going through puberty, his hair starting to grow around his dick and on his legs and chest, and his dick getting bigger and bigger. He was comfortable enough to ask me questions about sex, and I answered them as best I could.
My biggest problem was to keep my dick from getting hard when he was around. Growing up, I had always loved playing around with other guys, including my brother Bob. As Steve started maturing, I found myself having incestuous thoughts, and I fought them hard.
Things finally came to a head shortly after Steve's sixteenth birthday. I had gotten off work early, and went home to see if Steve wanted to get some dinner. The house appeared empty, and I thought Steve was out with friends. I walked upstairs to take a shower, when I heard a moan coming from Steve's room. Thinking he might be sick, I opened the door and looked inside. I saw Steve, flat on his back, with his cousin Tad's ass sticking in the air, his dick in Steve's mouth. The boys were in a 69 position, and were fucking each other's faces with pleasure. They were both moaning loudly, and apparently did not hear me open the door. I knew I should have left, but I couldn't. Instead, I pulled out my hard dick and started stroking it as I watched my son's face get fucked by his handsome cousin.
After a few minutes, Tad pulled off of Steve's dick long enough to say, "Damn, I'm about to come!" He then returned to Steve's dick as he made two more strokes into my son's mouth. I could see his ass clench, and I knew he was shooting a load into Steve's mouth. From Steve's moans, I knew that he too was coming in his cousin's mouth. This was too much for me, and I moaned loudly as I sprayed come all over the floor. They heard me, and Tad pulled off of Steve and looked over at me as Steve's last shot hit his face. "Uncle Ted!" he cried, my son's come leaking from his mouth.
Steve looked up and said, "Dad!"
"I'm sorry, boys," I said. "I didn't mean to pry. I heard Steve moaning and thought he might be sick. I certainly didn't expect this. I'm going to take a shower now. Steve, I think we need to talk later."
"Yeah, Dad. I think so too," he said. With that, I left the room, and went to take a shower. As I showered, the images of what I had just seen ran over and over in my mind: Tad's hard, hairless butt pounding my son's face, his pucker clearly in sight with every thrust, my son swallowing his huge load. My dick got incredibly hard, and I knew that I had to jack off. As I started to stroke my dick with one hand, I started playing with my ass with the other. "I wonder if Bob knows about this?" I thought. Bob and I had continued to fuck around with each other from time to time, but he had never mentioned Tad before. The thought of my brother fucking his son was enough to send me over the edge, and I came as I plowed three fingers up my ass. I finished my shower and after drying off, put on a robe. I felt uncomfortable being naked after seeing what I had seen. I then went off to find Steve.
I found Steve in his room, working on his computer. I noticed that he had apparently cleaned up my come from the floor. He too was in a robe, and he looked freshly showered. Sitting on his bed, I said, "Steve, again I'm sorry. I didn't mean to invade your privacy."
"That's okay, Dad. I knew it was only a matter of time before you found out."
"Why didn't you say something to me before?"
"What was I supposed to say? "Hey, Dad, by the way, I'm a fag and Tad and I have been fucking around since we hit puberty." I know we've talked about sex, but we've never talked about this kind of sex. I thought you might hate me if you knew I liked guys."
"Steve, there's nothing you could ever do or say that would make me stop loving you. You're the most important thing in my life. Now, how long has this been going on?"
"About two years now. We started jacking off together, and then things progressed. Are you grossed out?"
"Hardly. I just realize now that the fruit never falls far from the tree."
"What do you mean?" Steve asked.
"I mean that you and Tad are doing the same things that your uncle Bob and I did when we were your age."
"You and Uncle Bob?" Steve gasped.
"Yeah. I must confess, we both have always loved man sex. I'm sorry I jacked off while I watched you two together. That was uncalled for. It was just watching Tad plowing your mouth with his big dick was more than I could take."
Steve got up and sat on the bed next to me. His robe opened, and I could see his hard dick sticking up. "It's okay. I wish I had known you were there. The idea of my father watching us have sex is incredibly hot to me. I guess I'm an exhibitionist."
"Dad, it's my turn at confession. I think I wanted to get caught."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"When I jack off at night, I don't think about Tad or any of my other friends. I think about you: your hard body, your hairy chest, and your big dick. I saw you hard once, when you were in the shower. I actually stayed and watched you jack off that huge dick. I haven't been able to get that image out of my mind since. I have dreamed of feeling it in my hand, my mouth, filling my ass." With that, he reached over and grabbed my now-hard cock.
I gasped. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from my cock. Looking deep in his eyes, I asked, "Whoa, son, are you sure about this? I'm your father. A lot of people would think this was wrong. I don't want to do anything that might damage our relationship."
"I don't care what other people think," he said, grabbing my dick again. "You're my father, and I love you as much as anyone can be loved. That will never change. I want to love you even more, at an even deeper level."
I grabbed him and kissed him, not like a father and son, but like lovers. Pulling back, I said, "I've loved you since the first moment I saw you, when you came out of your mother's womb. The last few years have been hard for me. I've had the same thoughts, but I couldn't let them best me. Every time you would walk by with that big dick swinging, it was all I could do to keep from grabbing you and ravaging your young body. And to think, all along we've both wanted the same thing." Pushing him back onto the bed, I removed my robe and lay down on top of him, pressing my naked body onto his. I kissed him, and as his lips opened, I pressed my tongue onto his, and we began sparring with our tongues, as our bodies rubbed against each other.
After a few minutes, I re-arranged him so that he was fully lying on the bed. I got beside him and just looked at his body. I knew his body almost as well as I knew my own, but I was looking at it through new eyes. My son is beautiful! He had just started working out with Tad, but he still had that body of youth, not quite developed yet. His chest had just started sprouting the blond hair that covered my body, and his legs were already covered with the stuff. And his dick! At sixteen, it was almost 6" long, and it stood up as only a sixteen-year-old dick can. I resumed kissing him, and I started caressing his body. He did the same, and as he rubbed my hairy chest, he moaned, "God, Dad, I love your hairy chest. Do you think I will be as hairy when I grow up?"
"I'm sure of it. You already have more hair than I did at your age."
"I'm glad," he said. His hand reached further down, and he grabbed my hard 8" cock. "And your big hard cock. Do you think mine will ever be this big?"
"Of course. Mine was about the same size at 16."
He pulled my foreskin up and started playing with it. "Dad, why is it that you and Tad and I are uncut? Just about every other boy I know has been circumcised."
"It's a family thing," I replied, reaching down and playing with his skin. He moaned with pleasure. "None of us have ever been circumcised. Your Uncle Bob also still has his skin. I had to fight your mother about it. She wanted you circumcised, and I refused. So I was the one that had to keep it clean until you were old enough to do it yourself. I always loved playing with your little dick, watching it get hard as I cleaned under the skin."
"I loved it too," he said. "I didn't know why my dick would get hard, but it felt so good. It feels even better now, though," he said as I tugged on the foreskin.
"I bet," I laughed, as we continued to play with each other's skin. After a few minutes, my tongue started moving down my son's beautiful body, and I started sucking on his hard nipples, one after the other. He groaned in pleasure, "God, Dad, that feels so good."
I continued on downward, and when I got to his cock, I took the foreskin in my mouth and started sucking on it. He moaned, and his body shook as I started lightly tugging on it with my teeth. After a few minutes, I moved down, ignoring his dick for the moment, and started sucking on his balls, one at a time. I managed to get them both in my mouth at the same time and started tugging with my mouth. I grabbed his dick, and felt pre-cum. Using it as lube, I started stroking it as I continued to suck on his balls.
After a few minutes, I stopped and lifted his legs in the air. I then proceeded to lick his perineum. I could tell that this was a new experience for him, and as I continued downward, he said, "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Just wait," I said. "You'll see." And with that, I continued on and started licking his beautiful pink pucker. His whole body jerked when my tongue hit his hole. "My god!" he cried. "Tad and I have never done this!"
"Well now you can find out what you've been missing," I said, and proceeded to make love to my son's hot asshole. His body writhed in pleasure as I ate his hole, and when I started sticking my tongue inside, his groans got even louder.
"God, yes!" He cried. "Eat my hole, Dad!" His moans got louder and louder, and I knew he was getting close. I wanted my son's load in my mouth, so I pulled off and swallowed his cock in one fell swoop. As his dick penetrated my throat, he continued to writhe, and I felt his head swelling. I pulled back, and started sucking on the head. He screamed, "I'm coming!" and proceeded to shoot a massive load into my mouth. I kept sucking as he shot load after load, seven in all, deep into my mouth. I couldn't believe that I was swallowing my son's seed. The flavor was incredible: sweet and thick, with just a hint of nuttiness. When the contractions finally stopped, I moved up and kissed him, letting him taste the remnants of his come in my mouth.
"So," I asked. "Was it as good as you expected?"
"God, it was even better!" he said dreamily. "That was the most incredible sex I've ever had. Tad and I have never even considered licking each other's butts. We thought it would be gross."
"As long as you're both clean, there's nothing gross about it," I said. "And it sure feels incredible."
He then leaned over and kissed me deeply. "Now it's my turn to make love to you like I've been dreaming of doing for years." With that, he moved down and started sucking on my nipples. As he suckled on my tits, his hand moved down and started playing with my hard dick. After a few minutes, he moved down and started sucking on my foreskin. My moans got louder and he started lightly nipping my skin. He then opened his mouth and proceeded to take my 8" into his mouth. As he tried to take the whole thing, he gagged and backed off. "Sorry, Dad," he said. "I've never sucked a dick this thick before."
"That's okay, son," I said. "Try again. This time, exhale and swallow as you do it. That should allow you to swallow the whole thing." He did, and the next thing I knew, my pubes were rubbing against his lips. The feel of my son's throat massaging my dick was incredible, and I moaned in pleasure. After pulling off and repeating it several times, he said, "Thanks, Dad. I guess there's all sorts of things for you to teach me."
"You're welcome, son," I said. "That's what fathers are for. My own dad taught me that trick when I was not that much older than you."
"Granddad?" he said. "Damn! There's more to this family than I ever thought." With that, he moved down and started licking my balls. He then took one and then the other into his mouth, sucking on them hard. He tried to take both, but couldn't. He then lifted my legs and started licking my perineum. I groaned with pleasure. He then pulled back and looked at my asshole. "I've never really looked at a man's butt hole before," he said. "It doesn't look gross at all. It actually looks kind of tasty." With that, he bent down and lightly licked it. My body shook, and he said, "Damn that's hot!" He then proceeded to lick and suck my hole like a man possessed. I writhed uncontrollably as his tongue went deeper and deeper into my ass. I finally had to say, "If you don't stop son, I'm going to come."
Pulling out, he said, "We can't have that." He then returned to my dick and swallowed it whole. After only a few strokes, I screamed, "God, I'm coming!" Steve did not stop and I proceeded to shoot a massive load into my son's mouth. He valiantly tried to swallow it all, but I could see some of it leaking out his mouth onto his chin. He kept sucking even after I had finished, and I had to pull him off my dick as it got too sensitive. I pulled his face up to mine, and licked up the remnants of my come off of his chin before kissing him. He lay contentedly beside me, his head on my chest.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been dreaming of swallowing your load?" he asked.
"Probably about as long as I've been dreaming of giving it you," I replied.
"This has been an incredible day," he said. "There's only one more thing to make it perfect."
"What is that?" I asked.
"I want you to fuck me," he said dreamily. "I've never been fucked. I tried to fuck Tad once, but it didn't work. He said it hurt too bad, so we never tried again."
"You probably didn't know to get him ready for it first," I said. "You can't just stick it in."
"That's probably it," he said. Looking deep into my eyes, he said, "Daddy (he never called me Daddy anymore), will you please fuck me?"
Incredibly, I felt my hard-on returning, and said, "God, son, I've dreamed about fucking that ass of yours for years."
Getting on his hands and knees, he said, "Then take me, Dad. Fuck your son's horny ass."
As I stood up and looked at my son's ass sticking up in the air, I just stared at it for a few seconds. It was beautiful! White and creamy, with the pink pucker clearly in sight as he spread his legs. I knew that I was going to do everything in my power to make this an incredible experience for my son. I bent down and started licking his hot hole, as my hands ran over his smooth ass. His groans grew louder as I started sucking on it, and when I started blowing air into it, his body jerked uncontrollably. I continued making love to his hole, and when it started loosening up, I stuck a finger in my mouth and inserted it in his ass. He moaned, and I took that as an encouraging sign, and continued to work it around in his ass, loosening him up for my big dick. The mere thought caused my dick to start leaking. I found his prostate and rubbed it. He jerked and said, "My God! What are you doing?"
"That's your prostate. Do you like it?"
"Do I like it? That's the most awesome thing I've ever felt. It felt like a jolt of electricity went through my body."
"Do you want me to stop?" I teased.
"Hell no!" he cried. So I continued to rub it as I added a second finger to his butt. As I continued contact with his prostate, his body writhed uncontrollably, and his moans grew still louder. After I added a third finger, he turned his head and said, "I can't take it anymore. I need you to fuck me now!"
"Well, let me get some lube," I said and stood up.
"There's some in my nightstand," Steve said, and reaching over, pulled out a jar of Vaseline and handed it to me. I took some and rubbed it into his ass, and then slicked up my dick with it. As I put the head of my dick against his hot hole, I asked, "Are you sure?"
"Hell, yes I'm sure!" He cried. "Stick it in me. Fuck your son with your big daddy dick!" With that, I pushed the head in. He winced, and I stopped with just the head in.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"It hurts," he said.
"Just relax. Pretend you're taking a dump."
He did, and I felt his ass relax. I took the opportunity to slide in another few inches before stopping. "How's it now?" I asked.
"It doesn't really hurt," he said, "but it feels weird." I slid in another inch or two, and my head bumped against his prostate. He groaned, "Now that felt really good. Give me the rest, Dad." With that, I slid the rest of my 8" into him. I stayed still for a few moments and asked, "Is it okay now?"
"It's incredible. I feel incredibly full, like I really need to take a shit, but better somehow. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your son."
I slowly started sliding my dick in and out of Steve. I wanted to plow him, but this was about him, not me. As he got accustomed to my dick, I picked up speed, making sure to change the angles with each thrust so I could hit all areas. Reaching around, I found his hard dick and knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. I made sure that each thrust hit his prostate, and each time I did, his ass contracted around my dick, making me even crazier. I could have fucked him all day and night, but from his moans, I figured he needed to come soon, so I pulled out and flipped him over on his back. Putting his feet on my shoulders, I re-entered him and looked at him as I slowly started fucking him again. Our eyes locked, and I could see tears streaming down his cheeks. I stopped, and asked,
"Son, are you okay? Why are you crying?"
"I guess because I'm so happy," he replied. "I've never felt anything this good before. Please fuck me forever, Daddy." Tears started flowing from my eyes, and I proceeded to make love to my son. It wasn't fucking; it was something much more. I used every trick in the book to bring him to the brink, and then I would back off and let him settle down, before starting again. We continued this for almost an hour, before I could tell from his swollen dick that he really needed to come. I picked up the pace and started pounding him, hitting his prostate with each stroke. He screamed, "I'm coming!" and proceeded to shoot without ever touching his dick. The first shot sailed clear over his head, with the next shot hitting his face, and the rest covering his chest and abdomen. This set me off, and I shot load after load deep into his ass.
As we slowly started coming down, I went to pull my softening cock out of his ass, but he said, "Don't. I want you in me as long as I can." Finally, my dick slipped out, and I lay beside him and kissed him deeply. "Was it everything you had hoped for?" I asked.
"It was everything I ever dreamed it would be, and a whole lot more," he said. "I never knew that getting fucked could feel so good." As he rubbed my chest he grinned and slyly said, "I can't wait to tell Tad about this and show him what you've taught me."
"Don't think I've taught you everything yet, young man," I said with a grin. "I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve."
"I bet," said Steve. "Dad, I hope this can be a regular occurrence. You cannot know how much I love you. Can I sleep with you tonight? We haven't done that since just after Mom left us."
"Of course we can. You can share my bed any time you wish. So, you are going to tell Tad about us?"
"I'd like to, if that's okay with you. He's my best friend, and he's the only guy I've ever had sex with until now, and he's sure to see that I'm different after that perfect fuck you just gave me. I feel like I'm glowing."
"I don't mind," I said. "But don't tell him anything about Bob and I. That's not my secret to share."
"I won't," Steve promised. "But don't be surprised if Tad wants to join us. The boy's incredibly horny. But, then, so am I."
"I certainly wouldn't mind fucking that hot ass of his, as long as you're fucking me at the same time," I said.
Steve grinned, "I was hoping you would say something like that." As we continued to cuddle, we eventually fell asleep, his head on my chest. I knew then that my life would never be the same.
Sure enough, a couple of weeks later, I got a phone call from my brother, Bob. "I've heard that you've been a bad influence on my son," he said.
Oh, my God, I thought. What did I do? "What do you mean?" I asked.
"Tad, the young scamp just seduced me," he said. "After a little resistance, I went along with the inevitable. Afterwards, I asked him what had brought that on. He replied that Steve had told him about you and him having sex, and he decided to see if I would be interested in having him. I have to admit," he continued, "it was the greatest sex I've ever had."
"Yeah, I know," I said. "There's something about plowing your own son that just blows you away. Did he tell you that I told Steve about you and me? I told Steve not to tell him."
"No, I think Steve kept our secret. I told him myself afterwards. God," he continued, "when he started licking my ass, I just about came right then. He said he picked up that trick from Steve, and you taught him that."
"Yeah, I guess I did," I admitted. "Steve's learned a few more tricks since then, though. He sleeps with me every night, and it's the best sleep I've had in years."
"I bet," he laughed. "When Tad told me he had saved his ass for me, it was the most incredible thing anyone has ever said to me. Ever since Marcy died, there's been a hole in my life. I know that you tried to fill it, as well as me, but as much as I love you, it was never enough. Well, now I feel complete again. Although, God knows what we're going to do when those two leave for college."
"I guess we'll have to do as we've always done, and comfort each other," I said.
"Yeah," Bob said and I could hear the grin in his voice, "with your big dick in my ass and mine in yours. Anyway, part of the reason I'm calling is that Tad wanted to know if we could come over and play with the two of you sometime. I think it's a great idea; I'd love to fuck my nephew's ass while I watch you fuck my son. And it might be educational for the two young studs to watch two old fogies engage in no-holds-barred sex. What do you think?"
I laughed, "Sounds like a plan," and after we set up a time, and talked in general for a few minutes, I got off the phone and went to tell Steve the latest.
Ted looked at me and said, "And that's my story, and I'm sticking to it."
End of Part 6