Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 15:58:41 +0100
From: Jolan Leifsson <jolan.leifsson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bi - incest - Catch'up part 1

Catch'Up

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don't read. If you're a homophobe, don't read. If you're in a country where
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PART 1: CATCHIN GREG

Man, was I glad I was home early.

Since this new permanence system in the office, spending time with my
family became more and more difficult, and I was really missing the quality
time with my 14yo son Greg.  He was going through a lot of physical changes
these days, and I knew it was confusing him. So not being there was the
worst a dad could do in a situation like this.

So, as I knew he would be home from his Wednesday soccer practice, I was
glad that I could switch with one of my co-workers in the office, and make
it home by 4.30pm. My sons knew exactly when I was working, so he wouldn't
expect me home, and as my wife had a late business meeting followed by
dinner, and Greg had a day off school tomorrow, we would finally be able to
plan us some quality time again, like we used to.

Driving home I was very keen on surprising the kid, and had the whole
evening planned out, with pizza, some relax time in the jacuzzi, and maybe
some drinks. I let the kid have a glass of wine or two when his mom isn't
around. It makes him kinda funny, and I believe it's better he gets to know
the consequences of alcohol inside the walls of our own place instead of 3
years later at some nasty party.

The moment I opened the door, I knew he was home already. The sweaty boy
scent from his training was filling my nose trills as I entered the
hallway. I'm not a sweat fetish of any kind, not in the least. But the
sweat of my boy never disgusted me in any way. It was part of the kid, just
like anything else. He would get kicked in the shower before dinner
though. That is, if he hasn't already done that by know, the boy is a bit
of a show-off, and smelling bad certainly is not part of his routine. His
messy sports bag was in the hallway, next to his soccer shoes, meaning he
hadn't even changed into his normal clothes after practice, but came home
in the silky soccer outfit.

I smiled as I heard the sound of Baba O'Riley out of the speakers in the
living room. It was funny in these days a 14 yo boy would still learn to
appreciate the value of vintage music from his old man's records.

He didn't hear me coming in of course, with the music blasting through the
house. He was hanging out in the couch, resting his head on the
headrest. He looked like he was enjoying the music almost in a trance, as
far as I could see from behind him, hardly moving as I sneaked up behind
him. I know scaring him like this wasn't too nice, but it would learn him
to stop turning on the speakers to their max.

I jumped the last step forward, and placed my hands on his shoulders.

And the reaction was not what I expected. In about two and a half seconds,
or less, I was in a situation that had never, ever, crossed my mind.

"JESUS"

Greg nearly hit the ceiling the moment I touched him, and about 2
milliseconds later I realized why. He was sitting in the couch, his soccer
shorts and white brief boxers wrapped around his ankles, still packed
inside the long red stockings from training. He was sitting there naked
from the waist down. His knees spread wide.

The moment he jumped up, Steve fired up as well. My son's best friend
looked straight up from my sons lap, letting the hard boycock flopping out
between his lips as he opened his mouth in fear.

I probably could have never picked a worse timing to surprise my son. The
blow job he was receiving from his best friend had already loaded him up,
and the tension of the adrenaline and vibrations sent through his teenage
body from freaking out like that, combined with the plop of his shiny pink
cock head leaving the soaking lips of the other boy, were too much for him.

In a way, it probably would have looked funny, but at this very moment, it
was the most horrifying experience a 14yo boy could have.

As I jumped up as well, instinctively shouting "Oh my God, Greg, I'm so
sorry" my son exploded. And man, could he shoot. While the kid was trying
to yell at me to leave the room, his young boycock started erupting. The
combination of the orgasm, the fear, the surprise, and his madness was too
much. The first jet of cum hit him in his own face, splattering his open
mouth as he grunted: "Oh my fucking, hmmmmpffff, DAD GET THE FUCK, oooooh,
GET OUT" His whole body was jerking, he was covering himself with
semen. But not only himself. As he was trying to get out of the couch, and
pulling up his shorts at the same time, his sperm went everywhere. He
soaked his shirt, the couch, his shorts, and the last big eruption ended in
Steve's young boyish face, making the kid close his eyes, for just a
second.

Greg fired up, managing to get his sweaty shorts about halfway his thighs
as he ran from the room as quick as he could, slamming the door, crying,
bare assed, his body and cock covered in warm boy semen.

I was stunned. This was the freakiest experience ever. I was nailed to the
ground, smelling the combination of sweat and cum spreading through the
room. It was only then I realized Steve was still sitting on the floor,
looking at me with more fear then I had ever seen on a 13yo boy. And what
was worse, I realized, when I slowly moved my view towards him, he was
still naked. He was frozen, sitting on his naked ass, his hands behind him
on the carpet, trembling. A drop of clear semen was forming its way down
from his cheek, as another one was making a mess in his hair. As I
approached him I saw his lips starting to tremble. I was kinda stunned I
guess, but the last thing I wanted was the kid to start crying like
this. Naked, hard, drenched in my son's fresh produced boycum, as he
probably just had the scariest two minutes in his young life, sitting on my
living room carpet. I sat down on the couch, and fished my hankie from my
pocket. I needed to deal with him, and quickly, because my own boy needed
me too.

As the boy's tears were forming in the big brown eyes, I wiped the cum off
his smooth young face, and try to get rid of the drop left in his short
brown hair.

"Shht Steve it's okay, I'm not mad at you, just let me get this mess out of
your pretty little face"

The kid didn't seem convinced, and the first tear started rolling behind
the freshly removed drop of sperm. "Rea...really?" he asked.

"Yeah honey, really" I answered softly, pulling him up to his feet.  The
young trembling boy in front of me hit something in my mind I had never
realized was there, or at least, hadn't realized for many years. For the
first moment since I came in, I realized my cock was rock hard, and leaking
a gallon of precum into my underwear. Although the whole thing had been too
awkward to realize anything at all, I was now feeling the hotness between
my legs, as the naked kid stood up in front of me, covering his crotch.

"Let me clean you up, you have cum all over you"

As Steve uncertainly pulled his hands off, I realized my son wasn't the
only one that got hit by a pure scare-orgasm. The perfectly smooth boycock
was no longer then my thumb, and still pointing up proudly, almost towards
his own nose. From the small pinkish tip, a large drop of clear liquid was
still leaking out, and the hairless pubic area was moist with fresh young
semen. As in a trance I moved my hankie to his crotch, and started wiping
off the sperm.

"Whha...what are you doing mr. McCoy?"

"Wiping of your sperm, so you want soak your underwear as you put it on
again" I answered, like it was the most normal thing to do.

"But mr. McCoy, I don't make sperm yet, this can't be mine" the young boy's
voice was trembling from the combination of all this new emotions, trying
to fight his tears.

"Well kiddo, probably not the way you fantasized about it" I smiled,
picking his underwear of the floor, holding it up in front of him to let
him step in.

"But in that case"

I started pulling the tight brief over his smooth skinny thighs

"I think it's only proper to congratulate you with your first wet orgasm"

The briefs were in place now, as I looked up to see a very, very confused
yet beautiful face above me. Maybe this was the time to say something
`normal', as far as anything could be normal, seeing the circumstances.

"Come here kid", I pulled him down onto my knee, like I used to when he
came to our house for sleepovers when he was about 6. Now he was really,
really becoming a man, and apparently, my only son's lover... or bitch or
whatever. I was planning to find that part out very soon.

"Look Steve" I said, rubbing his naked sweaty back "You should get dressed
and go home. I really want to talk to you about this later, and I will, but
right now I got a son who needs me more. After all, it's his father that
just caught you, not yours."

The kid sighed in relief, then realizing what was going on here. "You're
not gonna tell him are you" The fear in his eyes was real.

"No Steve, I'm not, but as I said, we'll discuss this later. You should go
home, I'll make sure Greg calls you on your cell today okay? And don't
worry, you're not in trouble, I don't hate you, and I never will, ok?"

The kid smiled, wiping his tears "Ok mr. McCoy" as he stood up, and started
leaving for the door.

"Hey Steve"

The kid turned around, his small boycock still pointing out straight from
his white briefs, obscenely, but cute in a certain way.  He was more than
relieved, and for the first time today, his face became the one I knew
again, smiling.

"Yes?"

"Aren't you forgetting something? " I asked, smiling.

"Oh yeah, sorry" he grinned, and ran back to me half naked, and kissed me
on the cheek, as he's been doing ever since he was a little boy before
going home. "Thanks for letting me play with Greg Mr. McCoy" he grinned.

I broke out in laughter. "Well, it's not like you asked me permission for
it this time, and although I really appreciate you being so open about this
with me, that's not what I was talking about" as I rubbed his cheek.

He looked kinda puzzled. "Then what did you mean" he asked?

God damned, I couldn't resist this. My hand moved up his thigh, and my
fingertips slid into his briefs as I said: "Although I'm really pleased
with your outfit, I believe that letting you walk out of my home in your
underwear with a solid erection wouldn't make life easier on any of us
don't you think"?

The tips of my middle finger slipped into his ass crack as the rest of my
hand squeezed his gorgeous little boy butt.

The kid laughed, and started putting on his soccer shirt, as he teased me
"And me staying half naked in your living room would?" he smirked, as he
slid the soft shorts over his buttocks, looking me teasingly.

"Get out you little fairy, I need to talk to my boy" I laughed back as he
turned around and I slapped his cute bubble butt running out of the room.
The kid ran off laughing.

As soon as the door fell into its lock, I felt the weight on my shoulders
coming back. This was bad... really bad. But not in a way most of you would
think it was bad, but completely different. I knew that it was my
responsibility as a father to reassure my son, to make sure he wasn't
getting traumatized over this. And that means I would have to talk to him
about it. So far no problem. But what this whole situation was doing with
my mind and body scared me the most. As a younger man I messed around with
a lot of boys, my own age or much younger. Although I'm pretty sure I've
never hurt one at all, I still promised myself that nothing would every
happen between me and my son. But now, I realized there was a possibility
that my son was gay, and curious. We have a very good connection, so I had
to be there for him to talk if he needed me. And as we always discussed
things openly, this meant that, after a matter of time, he would wonna
start talking about his sex life with guys, discussing it with me, as he
always had. Meaning... I wouldn't be able to control myself, and would get
turned on.

My mind was going in overdrive, but I realized there was nothing else I
could do then go in there and talk to him about it, and see from there what
happened. Maybe this would turn out as a good thing. After all I had a lot
of experience I could share with him...

As I entered his room, Greg was on his bed, his face buried deep into his
pillow, crying his eyes out, as his shoulders were bouncing up and down. I
was a little bit surprised to get this view. He was dressed exactly as he
had left the room. His blue soccer shorts trapped around his thighs, his
bare ass completely uncovered, perfectly showing off his nicely cut tan
lines from his speedo. This view wasn't helping. I could look right between
the boys upper legs. I saw the beginning of his smooth ball sac, the nice
pink crack of his smooth tiny butt, the perfect roundings of the back
hitting the butt, and I felt another wave of liquids being shot into my
pants.

As I sat next to him on the bed, and placed my hand right above his ass on
his lower back, he turned away his head, trying to ignore the fact that I
was there, and had just caught him getting a blow job from his 13yo best
friend. And worse than that, that he had been firing a mind-blowing orgasm
right in front of me, trying to be pissed off... I agree, I would be
embarrassed too...  At that very moment I realized there was only one way
out... the truth. The only way to get back into his wonderful son's heart,
was the risk of getting banned forever. It would need him to expose the
most vulnerable part of his soul to his kid, but it was worth it.

"You know Greg" I whispered, softly stroking his lower back, enjoying the
sight of his beautiful teen butt

"Leave me alone" he sobbed

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about" I said sternly, bluffing
him, taking my hand of his back, motioning to leave the room.

"Wait" his voice almost turned into a whisper, scared shitless, as he asked
me to stay.

"What do you mean, you're just gonna leave me like this?" he sobbed,
turning over, flipping onto his back. The kid never realized he didn't
bother pulling his shorts up, and I wasn't sure where to look first, but
decided his cock could wait, and I should now focus on his soaking wet
face, drenched in tears and cum.

I sat back onto the bed, and leaned over him, placing my hand right next to
his naked hip, as the other one stroked his long blond hair behind his
ears.

"Greg" I whispered "I love you more than anything in the world, I would
never leave you" and kissed his forehead.

"What about Steve, aren't you mad at him, at us, I mean, you know, this
whole thing is so..." tears were welling up again. He didn't really know
what he wanted to ask himself I believe, but I sure had a fairly good idea,
but wasn't planning on going onto this track. It was time to turn this
parts around.

"Yeah about Steve, I mean, you know how much I love him, always have, and
always will, but I'm not sure how we would need to handle this from now on"
I said

"What do you mean"

"C'mon Greg, I love him, of course, but not more then I love you, and you
scared the shit out of back there. I mean... how did you guys even find
out?"

He was confused... really confused, of course he was. "Find out what dad?
I'm not following you here"

"C'mon Greg, you can drop the act. Just be honest with me. I can see you
had no clue how to confront me, but wasn't this a bit radical? Your little
play nearly caused me a heart attack. How did you guys pull it off, I've
been trying to hide this so well"

The look on his face was probably the dumbest I'd ever seen, his cum soaked
mouth hanging open.

"Dad... Hide what? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Did your grandfather set this up?"

"SET WHAT UP? WHAT THE FUCK DAD !! You just caught me getting a fucking
blowjob, there is no fucking set-up, you just caught your dirty little
faggot son. We were just stupid to do this in the living room, but never
expected you to come home, so what are you talking about dad ? " he was
getting pissed off now, which was good, I guess. He allowed himself to drop
the shame, exactly where I wanted him.

"You mean..." I lied "this whole thing wasn't supposed to be the long
feared payback?"

"What payback" he spoke the words as if it was the first time he heard
them.

"Oh my God" I sighed, rubbing my eyes

"What is it Dad?" his tone changed to worried now instead of angry "are you
ok"

"Ok listen son, there is something I need to tell you, but you have to
promise me not to hate me for it ok?"

Now he grinned. "There something YOU need to tell ME? After catching me
having sex with my gay boyfriend" He smiled, wiping the tears from his eyes
now.  "Now you're making me curious about your little `sexapades' daddy"
Where the hell did he ever hear a word like that. Then he realized, and his
eyes brightened as the smile widened. "Oooooooh !!! Now I see, looks like
I'm not the only fairy in here huh"

"You sure as hell are the only one who's chatting about gay sex with his
shorts around his ankles, sperm in your face, and poking your dad's side
with a leaking erection kiddo" I grinned back, as his face turned bright
red, finally realizing he was still half naked and again at full mast.

"I got an idea son " I smiled back.

"Now that we have in the open you're gay, and have a boyfriend, why don't
we do what I planned to do? Hit the Jacuzzi, order some pizza, have a wine,
enjoy our guy's only night as I hoped to, and while we're in the tub, I'll
tell you all about it, as you tell me all about you and Steve, every little
detail."

"Don't you think that's weird dad?"

"What?"

"You know, me and you, naked in the Jacuzzi, while we just confessed being
gay to each other, I mean..."

"Don't you think it was weirder before, when you were naked in the Jacuzzi
with your old man, knowing that you had a secret, scared what might happen
if you came clean, never really comfortable, always scared I would notice
you looking at my body, although you really weren't"

He seemed to understand. "Guess you're right. This actually is about the
best reaction I could imagine for coming out of the closet" He wanted to
kiss me on the cheek, just as I turned my head to speak to him again. As he
kissed me, I just opened my lips to start talking, and was overwhelmed by
the feel of his wet lips between mine. Instead of pulling back instantly,
we both hesitated, just a brief moment.

Then we pulled off, both feeling awkward. Especially with his hand now
resting almost in my crotch, clearly feeling my hard cock there, and his
own hard penis throbbing on his heart beat.

"Erm..." he coughed, "maybe erm... I should get into the shower first" My
son didn't look at me as he walked out of the room in just his soccer
shirt, taking it off to throw it in the laundry bin, as he hesitated in his
tracks and turned around, facing me

"Dad erm" he shyly asked

"Would you still" he hesitated "I mean, now that you know about me and all,
would you mind to erm, still, you know, share the shower when we run out of
time?" The kid was unconsciously rubbing his balls in its sack, looking at
the floor.

"Son, I don't think that..."

"Sorry, dad, I didn't mean to... of course, I understand, I'm just
gonna..."

I covered his mouth with the palm of my hand, and slightly pulled his face
up, so he was forced to look at me. My hand slipped from his mouth to his
check, and once again I wiped his hairs behind his ears.

"Let me finish, I was saying: I don't think that I'm ever gonna be able to
resist that amazingly sexy little body of yours ever again" and kissed him
on the lips "So if you don't get that hot ass in that shower in a blink of
an eye, you will get your old man shooting his pants to pieces.

This was a long shot, a clean confession I wanted to get things going
between us, and I wasn't sure how he would respond.

Didn't take long to figure it out though...



THE END OF PART 1



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