Date: Sun, 09 Jul 2006 16:12:48 +0000
From: taughtbydad@comcast.net
Subject: Business Trip with Dad - Part 3 - Gay/Incest (Corrected)

The following is the continuation of a true account of the first sexual
encounter between a father and son that happened in March of 1982.  I've
received more than 100 e-mails on each of the two preceding chapters and
have been truly amazed at the kind comments and grateful for the words of
support, not only about the story itself but for the sharing of either
fantasies or other real life incest experiences.  There is more to tell in
this story and I hope you will continue to read the postings as I finish
them.  I've intentionally to capture all the words and feelings as they
really happened -- which is a lot harder than you might think.

Business Trip with Dad -- Chapter 3
A Fair Exchange

None of the stories I'd read in skin-mags, none of the porn movies I'd
watched in the dorm, not even my own share of half-hearted blowjobs from
girls I'd dated had prepared me for this.  I was going down on a man for
the first time, my mind reeling with a thousand thoughts all at once.  Part
of my brain screamed that this was wrong, dirty, disgusting while another
part yelled out, even louder, that this was what I wanted, what I'd always
wondered about.  The taste?  There wasn't any... just skin, a little salty,
the tip sweet from pre-cum.  The smell?  Nothing... just a musky
combination of man that reminded me of every locker room I'd ever been in.
Every sense was on overload... registering surprise that his cock wasn't a
hard surface, it was soft and firm at the same time... smooth but not
smooth, the ridges of the veins and the thick cum-tube along the base.

I opened my mouth and took an inch or two more, remembering somehow to
watch my teeth.  Pushing forward, I focused on the bloated root of his cock
where it joined the rest of his body, taking more than half his length at
once.  Damn, he was big.  My mouth was already full and as my tongue licked
around and around I could feel spit dripping around the edges of my lips.
I pulled back a bit until just ridge of the head was at my lips.  Sucking
down hard, like on a straw, I slurped him back in.  Slow and uncertain at
first, then more confidently -- a little surprised by how easy and natural
it all was.

I hadn't realized it but I'd been holding my breath, not yet knowing to
breathe in and out through my nose.  I leaned back and let his dick slowly
slip from my mouth, gasping in air.  I glanced up, seeing Dad staring down
at me intently, watching my every move.

With one shuffling step forward, his hand guiding holding my head, he
pressed his crotch to my face, moving his body so the hard shaft was
gliding over my lips, my nose, my eyes, rubbing against my forehead while
the sperm-filled testicles slid against my chin.  It was the most erotic
moment imaginable and I knelt there with eyes half-closed as he rubbed his
sex all over me.  I instinctively opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue
to taste as much of his body as I could, lapping at the skin, delighting in
the grazing tickle of hair against my nose.

When his balls brushed against my lips, I licked at them, feeling the thick
cords beneath the musky flesh.  A slight gasp slipped from Dad's lips as my
tongue flickered lower, teasing the soft skin where his balls joined his
crotch.  Dad let go of my head, spread his legs wider, giving me full
access to his scrotum.  Opening my mouth wide, I suckled tenderly at first
one then the other of the egg-shaped globes until the baggy sack was wet
and juicy from my slurping.

I ran my tongue upwards, kissing the base of the heavy shaft, trapping his
cock between his belly and my open mouth.  I moved one hand from his ass to
caress the hot wet rod of flesh as I nuzzled my face in his thick pubic
hair, inhaling his sexy smell.  My darting tongue teased the full length of
his prick as I held, savoring the slightly salty taste of his delicious
skin.  I licked slowly along his shaft, tracing the ridges of his veins
with the tip of my tongue.  Back up along the velvety steel of his rod I
went, lavishing tiny kisses on his skin as I worked my way to his cockhead.

Glancing up along his hairy belly and chest, I saw Dad was rubbing his
palms back and forth across his erect nipples, pausing to pinch and tug at
the fur-covered tips.  His mouth was open, and his head was tilted forward
to watch every my move, luxuriating in the feeling of my wet mouth gobbling
at his sensitive flesh.  As I tongued and sucked at him, my hand holding
the thick rod, I realized he was muttering words of encouragement to me.
"Yeah, oh yeah...  That's my boy...  Just like that...  look at you...
going down on your old man...damn... so good, feels so good, son..."

I brought my lips back to the head and sucked him back in.  Inch by inch, I
slurped at his tool, determined to get as much of his rod into me.  When I
felt his rubbery head bump against the back of my throat, my gag reflex
kicked in.  I backed off and then started down again, swallowing and
stroking at the same time, sucking hungrily.


Dad wasn't as passive now.  He rocked his hips slightly, gliding his dick
along my lapping tongue gently but insistently meeting each movement of my
mouth down onto his shaft again and again.  In and out, in and out, I
savored each bit of that rigid piece of flesh.  While my mind was
concentrating on giving Dad pleasure with my mouth, my hands started moving
on instinct.  One hand moved back and forth over Dad's belly then higher to
his chest, the soft hair sliding like silk through my fingers.  My hand met
his and he guided it to a nipple.  I pinched and squeezed, tugging at the
bud there, making him groan with pleasure.  With my other hand, I explored
the curly bush of crotch hair moved lower to his fist-sized scrotum,
feeling the tightened and wrinkled skin surrounding the firm testicles as
they drew closer to his body.

I felt his cock getting harder and fuller in my mouth when he abruptly
staggered back, pulling his dick from my slobbering mouth with a wet pop.
I lunged to get it back but my father firmly held my head away from his
crotch with both hands.

"No... shit... no...wait... ah, fuck..." he grunted with his eyes shut
tight, his body tensing, muscles in his legs trembling.  He stood there for
a moment, holding his breath, and I knew instantly that he was struggling
to keep from cumming.  As I knelt there his spit slick prick bounced and
surged over balls that were now scrunched up tight to his cock base.  The
piss-slit was wide open and I watched with eager eyes as another thick
stream of his lube oozed out and dangled in front of me before dropping to
the carpet between us with a soft plop.

Dad let out a long breath, opened his eyes and looked down at me kneeling
between his legs, my mouth and chin wet with drooling spit.  He growled in
his throat, his head shaking back and forth while he smiled.  "Damn, that
was close.  Come up here."

"Dad, you were going to...don't you want to..." I said, as he pulled me to
my feet, our blood engorged rods bobbing between us.

"Not yet, Dave.  Not yet."  He murmured huskily.  "There's something I want
first."

With a groan of unstoppable lust, he grabbed me roughly to him, bringing
our naked bodies into full contact with each other, and pressed his mouth
to mine, forcing his tongue deep.  Our cocks ground together, poking and
sliding along our furry bellies, leaving behind little glistening trails of
pre-cum.  The hair on his balls tickled against mine, already drawn up hard
and tight against my cock.

Dad's lips left mine and he kissed and licked along my cheeks and jaw,
sucking at the skin along my neck, biting gently, then across my shoulders.
Slowly, his powerful mouth traveled lower catching my right nipple in his
mouth.  Running his tongue around and around and then sucking it in,
nibbling at it with his teeth.  Then he moved across my chest, licking the
whole time and did the same to the other nipple.  I groaned at this new
feeling, pushing my chest forward, thrilled at the sensations that seemed
to travel right from my pecs to my cock.

Dad looked up at me with a grin.  "Yeah, you seem to like that, too.  Let's
see what else you like..."

As I gazed into his handsome face, he sank to his knees, kissing and
licking his way down my chest, across my belly, pausing to tickle my navel
with the tip of his tongue. His mouth trailed lower, following the line of
hair until his lips brushed against the root of my straining dick.  His
tongue flicked back and forth causing my dick to sway and slap against his
upturned face.  Then he was moving down further, lapping at my tightened
balls, slathering them with his hot mouth, coating them until the hairs on
my sac were plastered with his spit.

He sat back, staring intently at my cock, admiring what he had created as
the bloated knob swayed directly in front of his face.  I was so hard that
my cock actually ached. I remember looking down at him, seeing him kneeling
before me, his hands resting on his thighs as his own erection twitched and
bounced between his spread legs.  The sight was so powerful, so erotic,
that my prick spasmed and a heavy pulse of lube seeped out.  Seeing the
clear fluid starting to flow down the cleft of the head, he licked his lips
and then, moving slowly forward, his mouth opened and headed straight for
my rod.

Before my eyes and beyond my wildest dreams, my father parted his lips and
his tongue moved out and rasped the underside of my cock. Dad's tongue
swirled around the shaft, tickling the head, licking off the stream of
pre-cum.  The taste must have excited him even more because he groaned and
began running his wet mouth all along the sides until the straining shaft
gleamed with his saliva.  I started shaking as my prick lurched against his
face.

"Oh, Dad... I... I don't think I can ..." I gasped out urgently.

Immediately, he moved to the end of my cock and I watched in amazement as
his lips pouted, opened, and captured the head.  The tip disappeared
between his lips. Then an inch. Then another inch.

Dad was silent with concentration, his eyes wide and staring as he watched
my every reaction.  He paused, drawing back and letting the few inches he'd
swallowed slide along his tongue.  Then in one smooth descent, he swallowed
my cock, until it was in at its full length, filling the passage of his
throat.  His lips wrapped tightly around the base, he breathed in deeply
through his nose, and made a swallowing action, which clutched at the head
of my prick, making it swell and throb.  Dad began a smooth in and out
sucking, letting all six inches slip into his throat and then out again
until only the head was caught between his lips.

I watched as my father's head pressed forward, moaning deep as he swallowed
my cock again and again.  His hands slipped behind me, cupping my ass
cheeks and helping me thrust into his mouth.  My own hands were holding his
head, my fingers caressing his hair as I gave myself up to the ecstasy and
joy of having my father suck my cock.  I humped my hips, pushing my cock
into his warm and wet mouth again and again.  I wanted this moment to last
a long time but it wasn't to be.  My old man was working me like a pro and
it seemed like only seconds since he'd started that I felt my balls tighten
and surge, a load suddenly start to climb up my cum-tube.

"Ahh, fuck... I... I can't... Dad...  Daddy!"  I cried, trying to warn him
that I was right on the edge.

He must have known I was ready, more than ready, because he didn't hesitate
or slow his sucking.  His tongue swirled around my cock even faster and he
nodded his head, murmuring "Mmmm-hmmm, mmmm-hmmm." He wanted it.  He wanted
me to cum in his mouth!  Dad tightened his hold on my ass, his fingertips
moving between cheeks and into my crack.  He pulled me forward, swallowing
me to the root and I felt a thick finger touching then stroking my hole.
As if he had pulled a trigger, my cock erupted.  I nearly screamed as it
felt as if my balls were turning inside out.  My body convulsed and
shuddered as my sperm splattered into his gulping throat.

Dad's strong hands gripped my ass, holding me steady as shot after shot of
cum exploded from my cock into his mouth.  I could feel my thick cream
cover my cock and his tongue as I let loose again and again.  He was
moaning, gurgling, eagerly drinking from my spurting prick.  His finger had
penetrated my hole, not too deep, but just enough to tickle my ass.  Each
stroke of his flicking, teasing tongue, each movement of his finger coaxed
another spasm through my body, forcing more jism from my now aching nuts
into his greedy, slurping mouth.  When the last rope of cum had drained
from my balls, I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes.

I looked down to see my seed coating his lips and dripping down from the
sides of his mouth.  Dad had swallowed as fast as he could but the sheer
volume of my semen must have been too much for him.  Globs of creamy,
viscous sperm seeped between the connection of his lips and my now slowly
deflating cock.  Dad's mouth opened and my softening dick slipped away from
him, sliding down his chin and leaving a slimy trail.  His tongue, slick
with my load, darted out to gently run along the length of my still
twitching cock and his finger slowly slid away from my hole.  As I watched,
he licked his glistening lips and swallowed once, then again.  With a deep
sigh, he rested his head and cheek against my belly.

We stayed like that for several moments, Dad brushing his lips in soft
kisses against my stomach and me running my fingers gently through his hair
as the full realization of what had just happened settled in on both of us.
Gradually my legs stopped shaking.  Feeling that I wasn't going to
collapse, Dad lightly smacked my ass with both his hands and got to his
feet.  He stood in front of me, his eyes shining, and a big smile lighting
up his face.

"Been awhile but I guess I haven't lost my touch.  How was that?"  he
asked, his voice raspy and his face flushed.

"Fuck, Dad.  That was great... the best... ever," I said.

"I wanted it to be good for you, son," he said softly.  He raised his hand,
intending to wipe the remnants of my load from his face, but I stopped him.

"No... don't.  Let me do it." I whispered, leaning forward.  I lapped along
his chin, cleaning my sticky sperm from his face.  As I brought my mouth to
his, my tongue forced its way between his lips tasting the familiar flavor
of my own salty cum.  Dad grunted in momentary surprise and then grabbed me
by the hips, pressing his stiff, dripping dick against my belly. He opened
his mouth, giving me full access to my probing, licking tongue.

His chest was heaving and I could feel his heart pounding beneath his hairy
chest.  As our tongues dueled against each other, I reached down to grasp
the hot flesh of his cock, gently stroking the rock-hardness of him. My
father started groaning deep in his throat, making little whimpering noises
as I jacked him.

I kissed his lips once more.  "Your turn, Pop."

"Dave, you don't have to...  It's okay if you don't want... just keep doing
what you're doing... like this morning," he moaned.

"Is that what you really want?  I asked, surprised that he would settle for
a handjob.

"No, I... um," he stammered, his eyes closing, backing up away from me.  I
was surprised at this unexpected response.  Total confusion set in when he
turned and walked away from me.  Had he suddenly changed his mind?

He went to the edge of my bed, grabbing the covers and yanking them back,
before turning and sitting on the corner and leaning back slightly.  I knew
instantly what he was doing and I walked over, standing before him.

I stared down at his beautiful naked body.  What a sight!  Spread out
before me was this wonderful man I'd looked up to and loved all my life.
That swollen cock, glossy and shining from my dried saliva and his juice,
bounced lewdly with every one of his heartbeats.  His piss-slit winked open
and closed with each pulse, pumping out a strand of clear pre-cum that
dangled and then dripped onto the furry mat of his belly.  Dad's eyes were
glazed and his breathing was heavy and ragged through his open mouth.  My
father looked up at me expectantly, waiting for me to make the next move.

I sank to my knees between his open legs.  As I did, he leaned forward,
embracing me, nuzzling his head against mine.  His hands moved up, cradling
my head, gazing into my eyes.

He took in a deep breath and in a hoarse, trembling whisper, he murmured
"Are you sure? Not because you feel you have to but... because... you want
to?"

I felt more love for him at that moment than I thought possible.  Despite
his own need, his first thought was of me.  "Ah, Dad... I do... I
do... more than anything..." I breathed.

I leaned forward, softly kissing his lips.  Then his chin.  His head tilted
back and I dragged my tongue lower, tracing the pulse beneath the skin.  I
licked his collarbone, kissed the sweaty mat of hair in the center of his
chest, lapped gently at each nipple.  As I moved lower, brushing my lips
through the thick hair of his belly, swirling my tongue from side to side,
his whole body began to quiver.  When my mouth reached the small puddle of
pre-cum, I let the slick liquid coat my lips as the swollen cockhead nudged
against my chin.

I rose up slightly, leaning back on my knees, my fingers encircling the
base of his engorged prick, lifting it away from his body.  Staring at it,
transfixed.

The slit was wide open, open and ready to release his load.  A thick pulse
of juice suddenly pushed out of the gaping hole but this time it was milky
white, thick with the sperm that was primed and ready for release.  My
whole world was now focused on the creamy fluid dribbling in a slow slide
down the crest of his glossy cockhead.  I lowered my head and with extended
tongue, slowly licked the entire length of his cock from root to just below
the head.  A quick flick and my tongue slurped up the creamy fluid leaking
from the tip making him gasp out in delight. The sweet taste of his
pre-cum, mingled with the strong rich flavor of his semen, spread through
my mouth.

I held him to my cheek, feeling the hot skin throb with every heartbeat.  I
looked up at Dad, seeing in his blazing eyes the impact of seeing my lips
wet with lube that had come from his own balls, pumped out of the same cock
that 20 years ago had spurted the man kneeling between his legs into
existence.  It was a powerful moment that neither of us would ever
forget. He bent forward, his hand rubbing the back of my neck and
shoulders, took a deep breath, and finally said the words I'd longed to
hear.

"Yes, Dave... yes... it's all yours... all yours, baby... do
it... Please... Suck me, son... Suck my cock."

I opened my mouth, and then lunged forward and down, swallowing almost the
entire cock in one eager, impatient gulp.

He was filling my mouth but there were still a couple of inches between my
lips and his base.  I gagged again when it bumped against the back of my
throat then gradually let his length slide back out of my mouth until only
the head was locked between my lips.  I was breathing hard through my nose,
wild with lust, the only thing in the entire universe was the towering,
powerful dad-cock demanding to be worshipped.  I whimpered with need, with
hunger as I worked him over, sliding back a few inches before pushing and
swallowing them back in.

His next words fueled my lust, "You can do it... a little more,
baby... try... c'mon... all of it...  Take it all, son."

And I began my descent, inch by inch by inch.

Before I knew it, Dad's dick was at the back of my throat again.  Maybe it
was what because it was what he wanted or because I was so into the thought
of his cock burying itself deep inside me but this time I didn't gag as I
had before.  My head turned a little, finding a new angle and I swallowed,
pulling the the thick head forward.  Suddenly my nose pressed tight against
the wiry thatch of pubic hair above his crotch. I could hardly believe what
I'd done.  I'd swallowed the entire length of my father's delicious,
drooling cock!

My lips were locked tight against the base and I swallowed unconsciously,
tightening my throat muscles while trying not to gag. "Oh, my God... My
fucking God, you did it!" He cried out wildly and I looked up from his
crotch and saw him staring down at me, wide-eyed in amazement at the sight
of his only son's mouth engulfing his cock all the way to the root.  I
pulled back up, taking a deep breath through my nose and pushed down again,
thrilled with a rush I could do it, that I could feel him sliding all the
way into my mouth.

And that's when he lost control, his raging fucklust breaking through in a
series of heavy gasps, his hands gripping my head... "Ah, fuck... Oh, Jesus
God... David... I'm so close... Oh, fuck David... almost
there... please... do it... yeah... make me cum..."

The lewd obscenities spilling from his mouth hit me like a crashing wave,
shaking me to the core.  I opened my mouth and began plunging up and down,
each time feeling my lips press against the base of his cock on each down
stroke, feeling the muscles in his legs tense and shift as he bounced his
hips to meet the warm wetness engulfing him, driving the rest of the rigid
shaft deep into my straining throat.

Wrapping one hand around his shaft, I moved to the end of his cock, sucking
and licking as fast and as hard as I could on the sensitive head, feeling
the drool that slid from my sucking mouth covering my fingers.  I licked,
sucked, swallowed, stroked, pumped, everything I could do to bring him up
and over the edge.  Above me, Dad's cries were incoherent, now just a
series of guttural moans building, getting louder, coming from deep in his
chest.  His hands grabbed the bed as he raised his ass up, hunching
upwards, fucking himself into my mouth.

The strong muscles in his thighs began to tremble and his heavy balls drew
even tighter to the base of his cock.  The thick tube of flesh began to
swell bigger and harder between my lips, preparing itself to fire its
precious load of man-seed.

"Get ready...oh fucking Christ... Almost there... fuck...now...I'm
cumming... cumming..."

With a half-sob, half-yell, Dad gripped down on the sides of the bed, his
hips jerking as the first rope of cum jolted from his body, splashing
against the roof of my mouth.  The taste was incredible -- sweet, bitter,
salty thick like a syrup -- and I was hooked immediately as the viscous
juice coated my tongue.  Two more strong blasts of hot custardy semen
jetted from his pulsing cock, quickly filling my mouth.

I backed off a bit to swallow as much as possible only to find even more of
his cum flying across my tongue to slide down past my tonsils.  Now it was
my turn to gulp and slurp like a starved man as his body shuddered and
bucked and still the cum spurted out of him.  The faster I swallowed, the
faster he filled my mouth.  I was gurgling, whimpering mindlessly, nearly
choking on the obscene amount of sperm.  My mouth was flooded, full to
overflowing with the delicious slime that poured from my father's pumping
balls.  I pulled off for a moment to swallow, the back of my throat
burning, and a heavy rope of cum splashed warm against my face.  Down I
went again, slurping, drinking, as the clotted fluid spilled from my lips,
flowing down my chin, dripping onto the dense fur surrounding the base of
his erupting prick.  I had seen the load that covered his chest when I'd
jerked him off that morning but I was still amazed at how much there was as
I struggled to capture every drop of his cream.

Gradually, the flow slackened and the tremors in his body calmed.  I
swallowed once, twice, and then again before I let his dick slide from my
mouth.  Winded, I rested my head against his thigh, somewhat dazed, stunned
at what I had just done.  I'd taken a man's cock in my mouth, swallowed his
sperm and loved every second of it.  And not just any man but my own
father.  I watched as his cum-slick prick gradually softened and settled
back just inches from my panting mouth, the slit still open and oozing. I
stared dumbly as his balls began to relax from his body and once again fill
the fleshy bag between his legs.

Dad's hands moved to rest on my shoulders.  I heard him sigh and then his
hands were slowly rubbing along the back of my neck.  That broke the spell
and I looked up at him, our eyes meeting.  I heard him give a sharp intake
of breath as he looked at his pearly-white sperm dripping from my mouth.
His hands moved to the side of my face and then his fingers were gently
caressing my cheeks, trailing through the cum on my chin and my lips.

He leaned forward and began kissing my face, mumbling "Oh, Dave... Thank
you, thank you."  His tongue washed across my cheeks and my chin, licking
up the remnants of his semen.  Our lips met and his tongue dove into my
mouth seeking every leftover drop of cum as my own tongue leaped out to
share the family cream.  We stayed like that for several minutes, me
kneeling between my father's legs as he bent forward, holding my face in
his hands and gently kissing me over and over.

Finally, he straightened up and stretched his hands over his heads, arching
his back with a deep sigh of contentment.  He glanced down and smiled at
me, then ruffled my hair like he'd done when I was little.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up and then I think we need to talk about all
this."