Date: Mon, 7 Sep 2009 15:46:34 -0700 (PDT) From: eames1668 Subject: being a family 4 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between my characters and real people, places, or events is a coincidence. This story contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between family members. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, please stop here. If this story might offend you please go to another site. Hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to weigh in at eames1668@yahoo.com But when I turned eighteen, it felt like it was the right time. I'd been playing around back there for a couple of years. Loved shoving my fingers up my pooper and I'd found my prostrate quite a while ago, realizing that massaging it made my eyes roll back in my head and my cock shoot off like a roman candle. I'd also taught Eric the trick. See, I'd taken my Dad's suggestion and Eric and I had become best friends with benefits soon after Dad said it was ok. Didn't take too much on my part - just the next time Eric joked about sucking cock I called him on it and was surprised that he actually followed through but never once thought otherwise. We made out, we stroked each other and we finally made it to sucking each other's cocks, then some ass play. Eric loved it as much as I did, and do. But we never fucked. On my eighteenth birthday Dad let me have a party with twenty of my closest friends at my favorite Italian restaurant. Afterwards, we continued the party back at our house where Dad joined us. It was a Friday night, so it ran very late but eventually everyone left. Although being the center of attention was fun, it was also nice to be home with just Dad. "Tired?" asked Dad. "Not really. Why?" "Go get comfortable and give me about twenty minutes then meet me in the living room. Got a little surprise." Leaving him downstairs I went to my room, stripped naked and jumped in the shower to clean up a bit. I had a bit of a plan and wanted to see how far I could go with it so wanted to be prepared. In addition to an all over scrub, I also gave myself an enema to make sure I was spotless inside and out. Clean and nude, I went down to the living room where Dad waited, as nude as I was, to surprise me with a small cake covered in my favorite whipped cream frosting and a bottle of very good champagne. I walked in the room as he popped the cork on the bottle. "Happy Birthday!" he yelled! "Welcome to your birthday suit party!" I started to laugh. His enthusiasm was infectious. "Champagne?" I asked, surprised. "You're eighteen!" he said in response. "Old enough to legally drink." He poured two flutes and handed me one, then leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips. My cock automatically jumped when he did, as usual. Despite a few years of making out with my Dad at that point, I still got excited when he kissed me like a man kisses another man and means it. Still do, really. I liked the taste of the wine immediately. I'd never really enjoyed champagne before. I'd tasted it, but it was usually the flat left over that I could sneak at a wedding. This was the first time I drank it slowly and deliberately, savoring the flavor. "This is good." I smiled at Dad. We sat down together on the sofa, my nude Dad and his now adult nude son, our legs sort of touching. "Did you have fun tonight, Champ?" "Sure did, Dad. Thanks again for it all. This is a surprise, tho!" "Didn't think I wasn't going to celebrate my boy's birthday in private, as well? I'm very proud of you, Reese. You've grown up to become quite a man." "I wouldn't be who I am if it weren't for my incredible Dad." I leaned over and kissed him again. Dad blushed in response. "You've always been an incredible son." "Sometimes I think we're more like brothers. You've always been my best friend." Again, Dad blushed. "Me? I'm just you're Dad. Eric's your best friend. That's obvious to everyone who was here tonight. So what did Eric give you for your birthday?" "Nothing yet. He asked if we could wait until tomorrow. He wants to hang out, spend the day together here and celebrate some more since he turns eighteen next week." "What have you got planned?" "Low key. Hanging by the pool naked like we usually do." Over the years Dad had let me entertain a small group of my best buds by the pool. Guys from school. Jocks. We frequently hung on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon by the pool, everyone naked, sunning and swimming. Dad was always clothed when the guys were together. He didn't think it was proper for my Dad to be naked in front of my friends and he would never, ever join us by the pool. "Your quality time with your posse." he used to call it. Funny, though, at some point or another all of the five guys had commented to me on how cool Dad was for letting us hang naked, how hot he was in general and how disappointed they all were that he never joined us in our naked frolic. "Celebrate some more, huh? Maybe a birthday blowjob?" Dad smiled his goofball grin at me, letting me know he was joking. "Nothing special in that. Happens all the time." I said, wondering how Dad would take the news. I'd never told Dad that I'd followed his advice about getting off with Eric. "Oh?" "Sure. Remember when you told me to mess around with him to figure things out? I took your advice and we've been messing around for the past couple of years." "You have? Lucky you. He was always a hot kid. Now he's a hot young man. But so are you. You're both lucky to have a ripped, tight best friend to mess around with. How far has it gone?" "We make out. Hand jobs. Blow jobs." "Have you fucked each other?" "Nope." I waited for Dad's response but none came. I figured he'd listen to whatever I told him but wouldn't ask questions that he thought were none of his business. "I took your advice on that, too, and waited." "You two have a very strong bond." "We do, its true. But no one knows about the bond I have with you. That's all mine and I love having it." "Reese, we have an unconventional home life." We both laughed, then clinked our glasses together in recognition of what Dad had said. "It seemed only right to celebrate your becoming a man in what you were born in." He tweaked my right nipple, then reached down and grabbed my cock and balls, giving my junk a good squeeze. I opened my legs a bit wider to give him better access and he continued to squeeze, then stroked my shaft a bit. Under his touch my meat began to plump up. "There you go." he laughed. "A birthday hard-on. Excellent." He continued to stroke my thickening rod and playing with my nuts. I reached over to grab his cock, which was also starting to get hard, but he stopped me, taking his hand from my dick and grabbing my forearm. "No, Champ. This party is about you." "But what if I want to touch your cock, Dad? After all, it's where I came from eighteen years ago." I smiled at him then took another plug of wine. He did the same, looked at me, looked at his dick, then back at me again. "Never thought of it that way, Reese, but you've got a point." He released my arm and allowed my hand to wrap around his hot prong. When I touched him his dick hardened more and his cock head flared thicker. "Yeah!" I moaned at him. "Fuck. This is where it all began for me." I slid my hand up and down his silky, veiny rod. Without thinking about anything, really, I leaned forward and kissed my Dad's cock right on the tip, right on the piss slit where a big glob of clear pre-cum sat. As I sat back up I knew that Dad's cock juice was glistening on my lips and I left it where it was, hoping it looked as sexy as it felt. When I looked at Dad, he was just staring back at me with a smile on his face. I went back again and kissed his cock, lingering this time on the meaty crown. Again I sat back, my hand still wrapped around his rock hard shaft. Dad looked at me with a puzzled stare. "What?" I finally asked. "Nothing," he smiled at my question. "Just that you kissed my cock. Twice." Dad commented, sipping his wine then leaning forward to refill both his and my glass. As he did he again leaned in and kissed my mouth again. I wondered if he could taste himself on my lips. "Happy birthday." he said once more, then leaned back and spread his legs a bit, exposing his dick and balls to me. "Does it bother you that I kissed your dick head?" I asked, point blankly. Dad didn't hesitate in answering. "No. Not at all. Just surprised that after all these years of being naked with each other and the games we play together that all of a sudden today you kissed my rod." I considered his question but had no answer, so shrugged my shoulders while still looking at him full in the face. "Just felt like it." I leaned forward, but this time dragged my tongue across my dad's cock head, licking off the fuck juice that he was making. Then I wrapped my lips around his meaty cock head, swirling my tongue over it and leaving it glistening with my saliva as I again sat back. "Well, it is your birthday." Dad responded, looking down at his spit slick rod. "Whatever you want." "Really?" I asked him, a bit surprised. "Absolutely." he responded, with no hesitation. "Why, what did you have in mind?" "Well..." I started, then figured it was now or never.