From: "kennyb" <kennyb@rumford.agate.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Adult Incest M/M Date: 2 Oct 1996 23:25:46 GMT Organization: Agate Internet Services (AIS) Lines: 373 Message-ID: <01bbb0b9$01fe4520$590675cc@kennyb> NNTP-Posting-Host: kennyb.sdi.agate.net X-Newsreader: Microsoft Internet News 4.70.1155 My parents had decided to split after almost 35 years of marriage. Although I'm 30 years old, it really has fucked with my head. The separation was bad, the divorce was worse, and what happened between me and dad, well, let's just say that it threw me more than their splitting up. The old man I guess has always known that I was bi, probably even before I did. He'd found playboy and playgirl mags. out in the old storage shed behind the barn when I was 15. He never asked about the playboy's, but he wanted to know where I got the 5 or 6 playgirl magazines. I lied and told him that a friend from school had found them in his aunt and uncle's attic, and had asked me to stash them for him. He seemed to believe it. After scanning through them for a second, he returned them to me and told me to not let my mother find them. I was scared shitless when he entered my room with the stack of them in his hand, and he could tell. He gave me a smile and said, "A little stroke material never hurt any guy, son, don't worry about it. But it'd be a good idea to keep them out of the house. Your mother tends to frown upon 'porn,' even if it's got guys showing off their equipment. As a matter of fact, here, you know that trunk in the garage, the small one in the back under the work bench? Here's the key to that, you can stash your smut in there, with mine." He said, giving me a wink and then removing the key from his keychain."Just do me a favor though, huh?" "What's that pop?" "Try to keep the pages from sticking together, ok?" We both laughed and he handed me the key. "Just stash the key in the garage somewhere, and then let me know where it's at, got it?" I nodded and reached for the key with a shaking hand. "Jesus Christ son, what the hell are you shaking for? Like I don't know that you jerk off? If you didn't I'd be worried. 'It's yours to play with' my old man always told me, so relax." He started to leave the room, and turned around at the door. "Your mother will be home in about an hour, that should give you enough time to take care of that boner in your jeans there, and then get that stuff (nodding to the stack of magazines on my bed) out into the garage." He smiled and walked into the hallway. I was wicked embarrassed, especially when I looked down and saw an obvious bulge in my crotch. He stared for a second and then said, "I'll give you some privacy," and he closed the door. I was totally freaked out. He had bought the lie about how I got the mags in the first place, and now he was practically admitting to me that he jerked off as well. For some reason, I just never thought about my dad jerking off. Other guys yes, friends too, but not him. And did my mother know? I had gotten the magazines from an older guy who worked for the Parks Dept. I had been to his house on a few occassions and we did the circle jerk thing. He had gone down on me a few times but I had never returned the favor. He just didn't turn me on sexually, and he was alot older. As bad as I wanted to jerk off right then, I was still too paranoid. After my dick had calmed down. I gathered the mags under my arm and headed for the garage. I remember being excited about opening that chest. I was dissapointed. Just a little shocked. There were your Hustlers and Penthouses, Gallery and such, but near the bottom were thick magazines that didn't even have titles. I grabbed one and began to skim through it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! They were what I later learned to be BD/SM magazines. All of the pictures were of Men, not young guys, getting whipped and paddled, some even had big fake dicks crammed into their asses. I couldn't believe that my old man got off looking at this stuff! My dick instantly became hard. The magazine I was looking at was broken up into something like chapters, although there were no words to be found anywhere. Each section had about 20 pages. They all involved a woman abusing a guy in various ways. The men were decked out in what looked like leather and chains. The abuser in each section was a mean looking snarling blonde chick, dressed in leather and a wearing a perpetual snear. She was definately hot looking, but what had me aroused were the men. These guys were grown fucking men, letting this bitch piss on them, smack them around, and rape their asses with whatever tool she deemed appropriate. I couldn't help but wonder if my old man was actually into this stuff, and if he was, who the hell did he do it with. I knew that it couldn't be my mother's cup of tea. When I reached the last section of the mag, I hit paydirt. It seems that all of the different men from the previous sections were now in the same room, and the shit she was making them do was incredible. In one shot, there was a guy pissing on three of the other guys while he was getting fucked by another man. In another, she was forcing two men to kiss each other while the remaining men watched. That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I replaced my dad's stuff, as well as my own and locked the trunk. I ran to the stairs and headed for my room. I had stripped off my jeans and briefs, leaving my t-shirt on. I hit the bed and began to stroke my now oozing dick, recalling in my head the sights of those men in their harnesses and cock rings, big fake dicks shoved into their assholes. My stroking increased, and as I neared my orgasm, I saw my dad in my head, chained to a wall, with a huge plastic dick shoved into his ass. As I shot onto my stomach, I heard,"Goddamn boy, you needed that huh?" I opened my eyes to find my dad standing there in the doorway, watching me. I tried to grab the bedspread and pull it around me, but my mom had a cruel habit of tucking everything in. ""Hey,hey,hey. Don't do that. Here, use this," he said, throwing me a pair of his briefs. "Didn't mean to jump you buddy, I knocked but I guess you were to wrapped up into what you were doing to hear me. Just make sure that when you get horny in the future, and your mom's around, go out to the barn, or at least lock your door." I felt humiliated as hell, and was glad when he stepped back into the hallway and shut my door. His underwear had landed on my leg, and when I went to grab them, I could feel that they were wet. I immmediately brought them to my face and smelled them. Cum. They were covered with cum! His cum. He had just finished jerking off and had used his briefs to clean himself off. The semen was cold, but there was alot of it. Incredible! He was in his room pounding his cock at the same time that I was. I used his underwear to clean myself, and by that time, they were really soaked. I wanted to put them on so bad, and wear them for a while, but as I checked out the tag, he was a size 32, and I was still only a 28. I brought them to my face for one last smell, enjoying the smell of my father's and my own load covering the crotch of his briefs. I knew that my mother was due home in about a half hour, so I jumped up and got dressed. I started to put my old mans briefs in the hamper in my bathroom, and then decided against it. I started to walk to my parents bathroom and then decided that if my mother foud the old man's briefs covered with dry cum, that he'd have to do alot of explaining. After giving it some thought, I returned to my room and placed them in my bottom desk drawer. I wasn't sure what I was gonna do with them (well, actually, in retrospect, I guess I did know), but I figured they'd be safe in their. I was a little nervous as I walked downstairs, but I could hear dad in the kitchen getting supper ready, and he was whistling. That made me feel alot better. I hung out in the den until I heard pop holler for me to come and give him a hand. When I got to the kitchen, he turned around and gave me a wink."Set the table, would ya?" He asked. I told him sure and grabbed the plates from the counter. As I made my way to the table, I could feel him watching me. "You did wash your hands, right?" He asked. I felt my face start to burn, and dad got a big kick out of that. "Yeah, I washed 'em, right after I rinsed your underwear out," I replied, waiting for his reaction. "Touce` you little bastard," he grinned, "What'd you do with 'em anyway?" I forced myself to look him in the eye, and said,"Don't worry, I took care of them," and left it at that. "And those fuck books? You take care of them too?" "Yeah dad, oh shit," I said, realizing that I had forgot to hide the key somewhere, and that I had also cursed in front of the old man. "Watch your mouth boy, just cause you can blow a load as big as your old man, doesn't mean mean you can talk like him too." I waited to see if he was serious or not, and then again, I got the wink. "Sorry 'bout that pop, but I just realized that I forgot to hide this," I said, pulling the key from my jeans pocket. I handed him the key. He turned to face me and grabbed the key."No problem son. I'll tell you what, On my way into work tonight, I'll stop by the hardware store and have another one made up, just don't leave it laying around, ok?" I assured him I wouldn't, and continued to set the table.It's weird now that I think about it, but me and the old man had probably 'bonded' more in the past hour, than we had my entire life. I was still a little embarrassed about the Playgirl magazines, but after thinking about his choice of reading (viewing) material, I figured what the hell. It was about a week later when he finally gave me my own key. I waited for a Sunday night when him and mom went to see some friends, and made a bee line for the garage. As I rooted through the trunk, I realized that all of his BD/SM mags were gone, as well as two of the Playgirl magazines. Everything else was there, with an additional Penthouse Forum Magazine. I was depressed as shit, and even a little pissed off that he had removed two of the Playgirl's, but I wasn't about to ask him about them. Dad and I never had any further discussions about jerking off. I mean we did when I eventually became grown and started dating women, but it never came close to the way that he had discussed it with me on the day that he showed up in my room with an armful of my fuck books. I had dated a few girls through high school, nothing very serious, however, when I started college, things changed. I fell in love with a girl named Karen and had even proposed to her. I knew that I still held an interest in guys, but I had also acquired a craving for pussy. Karen was hot but looked like a school teacher. Her demeanor in the sack was totally different from the way she presented herself to others. We came close to getting married a few times, with both of our families blessings, but apparently it was not in the cards. To the present: I had been celibate for probably 6 months, when mom called me and told me that her and the old man were gonna separate. I drove over to the house, wondering what the hell had happened to cause them to separate after almost 35 years. When I got there, mom was on the back porch crying. She explained that they had been talking about splitting for almost a year now, and that the old man had finally left. I learned that he had been staying with a co-worker of his for two weeks by then. Mom asked if I knew anything, did he have a girl on the side, etc... After explaining to her that I didn't know anything, she cried some more and told me that as soon as the house was sold, that she was moving back down South, and that she didn't want to leave me, but she couldn't handle living in the house anymore. I assured her that I could take care of myself, and after getting the phone number to where the old man was staying, I returned home. I don't know why, but I waited a week before calling the old man. I talked to mom everyday this past week, and I noticed that as each day passed, she was less hurt and getting more pissed. I was holding off from calling dad, hoping that he would call me. When that didn't happen by last Friday night, I decided to give him a call. His roomate answered and said that he was over to my mom's, picking up some stuff. I left my number and waited for him to return the call. It never came. Wednesday night, around 11:30, there was a knock at my door. I threw on some sweats and answered it. There, in all his drunken glory, stood my dad. I looked down into the driveway and spotted his truck, half of it still in the street. I helped him to the couch, and after some awkward fumbling, found his keys in his chinos and headed outside to pull his truck up. I was more pissed at his driving drunk than I was for him not returning my calls. I parked the truck and headed back inside. I could hear dad in the kitchen, and then I heard him open what I guessed to be a beer. I slipped his keys into a plant by the front door and headed into the kitchen. There he sat, at my table, nursing a can of beer, eventually looking up at me. I sat down with him, not saying anything, just waiting for him to say something. He finished his beer, looking up at me from time to time. I figured that we could wait until the morning to talk, so I helped him to his feet and walked with him to the livingroom couch. I told him to hold on a second, and left to get him a blanket and pillow. Upon returning, I found him struggling to pull his t-shirt off. I gave him a hand with his shirt, and then started working on his boots. "Do you want your pants off too dad?" I asked him, figuring he could pull them off if he wanted to. It was then that I noticed that he was not as drunk as I first thought he was. He had been watching me untie and then remove his boots, with better coordination than a drunk person could muster. "Do you want them off? Son." "Come on pop, it's late and I gotta work in the morning. I don't need this shit. What'd you do, lay outta work tonight?" I asked. "Yeah, I know son, and I'm sorry. Had tonight off, and I think I had a few too many." I knew right then that the old man was not drunk. When he was loaded, he'd swear to you that he was sober, hell, he'd fight you over the fact. He wasn't as drunk as he was wanting me to believe. "So what is it dad? What's up?" While I was looking up into his face, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. "This is what's up, and I want you to fuck me," he said, at the same time using his other hand to pull my face onto the bulge in his chinos. I pulled away immediately. I looked at his face to try to determine what the fuck had just happened. Fuck him. That's what he said! There he sat, on my couch, grinning at me while he unzipped his pants and slid them down. His eyes were wild by now. He had been drinking, I could smell it on him when I helped him off with his shirt. My eyes lowered to his chest. Hard pecks covered with black and gray hair. I realized that I was staring at him, and I felt myself blush when our eyes met again. He was still grinning as his eyes dropped down his body. He was wearing a jockstrap. A very old strap at that. I watched as his hands gripped himself, using both hands, while watching me watch him. Goddamn he looked good. Better now than when I was 15. I wanted the hell out of there but I felt like I was frozen. I couldn't believe that my old man was coming on to me, and the words that he used had totally thrown me. "Come here said," and I did. "Wanna help me off with these socks, son?" I reached down with my hand, waiting for him to raise his foot into it. Instead, he grabbed my hand and pulled me down to my knees. There I was, a 31 year old man, on his knees between his father's legs, staring directly at the huge bulge in the well worn jock strap. He slid down into the couch a little, letting his hard ass rest on the edge. As he raised his legs in the air, pointed his feet towards me, he opened his thighs. The sight of his dick encased in the pouch, and his asshole almost visible, caused my stiff dick to begin to ooze precum. I removed his socks and he placed his feet on the floor on either side of me. Dad jumped me by reaching out and gripping my dick through my sweats. "You want to fuck me boy? You want to slide that big dick of yours up my ass? Oh yeah, you feel real good son, nice piece of meat you got there, real nice," he growled, "let me see that fucker." I had begun to feel like a 15 year old again. But something inside of me just kind of flipped, and I found myself rising to my feet, looming over my sexy as hell father. I wasn't 15 anymore, I was 31, and extremely turned on. I jerked my cock through the sweats, sqeezing more precum out of my dick and soaking the cloth. "You wanna see my dick, pop? This what you want to see?" I said, peeling the sweats down my legs and then off. I stood there, stroking my rod sneering at the old man laying there checking me out with a hungry looks in his eyes. "Let's go stud, my room, and leave the jock on," I told him, and left him sitting there while I turned and went to my bedroom. I lay down on the bed, waiting for my father to walk in. After what seemed like hours, he appeared in the doorway and paused. I could see that he was a little nervous now, and for some reason, I found some pleasure in that. I was laying there stroking my cock, waiting for him to join me on the bed. It seemed that he liked to watch me but tha's not exactly what I had in mind. "Come here Dad, let me see that hot ass of yours." I watched him as he climbed onto of the bed and then straddled me with his face pointed towards my feet. I reached up and spread the cheeks of his ass. God what a beautiful sight! He had a great ass and he knew it. "You like that son? You like my ass huh? " Without warning, I raised my face to his crack and slid my tongue over his asshole. He let out a low growl and fell forward, reaching around with both of his hands to spread the cheeks of his ass for me. He drove his ass down into my face and began grunt. "Yeah, that's it baby, you like my ass don't you? OH YEAH! Fuck my hole with your tongue boy, OH FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD! Eat my fucking hole you sexy bastard, get me ready for that stiff dick, OH YEAH THAT"S GOOD. TONGUE MY FUCKING HOLE SON. DO IT!!!!!!" The raunchy talk from my old man had me ready to shoot. I rolled him off of me and swung around to slip between his legs. He immediately grabbed his legs behind the knees and raised them in the air. I couldn't believe the incredible sight before me. He was one hot looking motherfucker, and I wanted him to fuck me with what was obviously a huge cock stuffed into his now soaked jock. I'd fuck him, just like he wanted, was begging for it actually, but before the night was through, I would have my father's rod buried to the hilt inside of my ass."Come on baby," he said,"slide that fucking thing up my ass and don't go easy, I want to feel that fucker rip me open." I grabbed my leaking cock in my hand and aimed it that beautiful hole of his. I pressed my cock head to his asshole and was surprised to see it spasm around it. I started to rub first my cock head, and then the entire lenght of my shaft along his hole. I wanted to slam it into him, but I wanted him to beg for it. More. It was hard not to sink my 9 inches into his waiting hole, but it was harder for Dad. "Come on baby, I gotta feel that thing buried up my ass, do it baby, do it, FUCK MY HOLE!" "You want it Dad? You want me shove my big man dick up your ass? You want to feel me slam that hole?" "Yeah, come on Son, I want it, I need that fucking thing in me, PLEASE!!!!!" That was all it took. I steadied myself on my knees, pressed my cockhead to his hole, and slammed the first five inches into him in one move. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK !!!!!! That hurts so fucking good. Hard fucking cock.... up my ass. YEAH!!!!! I looked down to see my cock shoved in to my dad's asshole, and I had to shut my eyes. Just the sight of it was about to bring me off. "How's that feel Son? You like it? Goddamn you feel incredible!" I looked him directly in the eyes, and with one plunge, I'd buried all 9 inches of my hard rod into his ass."Yeah I like it Pop. You got a tight ass man, are you ok?" "Fuck me boy! Don't worry I can take it. Fuck me hard, I want it to hurt. Slam that hot dick up my ass!!!!" I reared back, pulling all but the first one or two inches out of his clenching hole, and looking him in the face, I slammed into him to the hilt He threw his head down into the pillow, and began to shake it from side to side. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure, or a mixture of both, until he lifted his head and said to me, "Now fuck me boy, and I mean FUCK ME HARD!" I began to slam into him, aware of the hairs surrounding his asshole were following my cock into his hole. The added friction was incredible. "That's it son," he gasped,"I knew you'd be a good fuck. Yeah baby, big dick in my ass, fuck you look so good slamming that huge fucking thing into me." I lowered my face to his ear and asked him to get up on his knees. He nodded ok, and I pulled out of him. I guess I pulled out too fast, because he hollered when the head slipped pass his sphincter. I manueverd him side ways on the bed and watched as he plaved his head down on the bed and reached back with his hands to spread his ass for me. I didn't give him any warning as I shoved my aching pole inside of him. He raised his head up and growled. I began to to thrust into him for all I was worth, and after a few strokes, the old man started slamming his ass back to meet my hips. He was into this as much if not more than I was by this time. I grabbed him under his arms and pulled him into an upright kneeling position. As he lowered his head, his eyes locked on the the dooble mirrored sliding doors that led to the walkin closet. Our eyes locked on each other in the mirror. I couldn't believe the sight. It was incredible. We were both coated with sweat, making noises with each other that father and son seldom make together. I realized that in this position, I looked exactly like my father when he was my age. For some reason this excited me even more. I brought my mouth to his ear and told him that I was going to cum. He immediately lowered his head and shoulders back down to the bed, allowing further access to his asshole. "Yeah that's it son, let me feel you shoot that fucking load in my hole. Oh FUCK!!!!!! CUM IN ME BABY. GIVE YOUR DAD THAT HOT FUCKING LOAD!!!!!!! I plunged maybe 7 or 8 more times, and began to shoot spurt after spurt of hot cum inside him. I could feel his asshole contract around my dick with each blast of my cum hitting his prostate. After what felt like a dozen or so powerful spurts, I rolled us onto our sides with my cock still buried in his asshole. While I caught my breath, the old man had moved the jock's pouch to one side and had begun to beat off. It was amazing, our dicks looked almost identical. His had a more pronounced upward curve than my own, but other than that they were the same. I grabbed his hand to stop him from stroking off. "Don't do that Dad," I kind of ordered him. "Oh fuck babe? I gotta cum. Now!" "I'd rather you slide that big fucker up my hole," I said, feeling my cock begin to stiffen inside him. "I just can't take it as hard as you can, ok?" I asked. Looking at his face. Any comments? email me at : kennyb@rumford.agate.net