Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2023 00:02:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jeremy Reynolds <jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 16 of Caught under the sink

Hello! The usual Nifty disclaimers apply--basically: I do *not* at all
condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they
occur between an adult and a minor. In real life, someone who does what the
adult in this story does is doing something very harmful. I do not want to
receive any emails with any illegal or morally wrong material. I also do
not want anything like dick pics sent to me. Thank you, hope you enjoy!
Please email other responses to: jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com

This story features themes of gay incest, between a father and his minor
son.

Chapter 16: Robb (Dad)


To say I was a little distracted at work would be a massive understatement;
I was actually barely even there, just mentally skimming the surface of the
day to day bullshit I had to deal with as a contractor. I would sit there
in my office listening to a current or prospective client pontificate about
how they wanted this or that built this or that way on this or that
timeline with this or that budget limiting everything. I would sit there
across from them nodding the entire time, murmuring words like, "Sure," or
"Okay." Thankfully, I had a recording device sitting between myself and the
clients, so that I could listen to it later to get some of the details
right. The tedious, mind-numbing details!

Where was my mind, in these moments? It was back at home miles away,
recalling or imagining or re-imagining sex scenes, such as when I'd have
visions of my 11 year old son, Sammy, laying naked beneath me on our bed,
his little cock pointing straight up at my face, while, on his face, his
eyes would stare up at me drunken with desire. This particular scene was
fresh and vivid, as I had been blessed to have had this vision presented to
me in real life just last night. We had used enemas and had tried out some
dilators, and then we had--

"Mr. Avery?" the client in front of me now asked, cutting me off from
remembering the delicious memory. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course," I said. "You were saying?"

The man nodded and continued to pontificate, and I tried to listen more
attentively this time, but my mind again wandered, back to that scene on
our bed. As I re-lived some of those fresh details, my cock stiffened more
and more in my pants, in no time pitching a huge tent that I thankfully was
able to hide beneath the desk.

In my memory, my beautiful son lay there before me on our bed, sitting up
against the pillows, naked as the day he was born, eagerly awaiting what I
would do to him with my mouth. His legs were spread out and his cute little
3-4 inch cock was pointing up at me so conspicuously, his pink anus in view
below his small ball sack. As I said before, he was looking at me in that
almost "intoxicated," drunk way that he had looked at me so often in the
last few days. I may have been looking at him in the same way. I was on my
knees, kind of sitting on my feet. My cock had been, of course, also fully
hard and leaking.

"Ok, baby, I'm going to take this slow, since this is your first time," I
had said. He had nodded, giving me the go-ahead to blow his mind!

I had leaned forward, puckered my lips, and kissed the head of his penis. I
looked up at him immediately afterwards, and saw that he had a big smile on
his face--so cute! I smiled myself before proceeding to kiss his cock again
on the same spot. My next kiss was positioned slightly lower down on his
cock's head, falling on the ridge between the head and the rest of his
shaft. I kissed a third time, totally on the shaft now, and continued like
that with a few more kisses until I reached his testicles. I had kissed
those too, all the way around. As I did so, I could feel the rest of his
cock against my forehead and nose.

I had raised my head and looked up at him, saying, "Now I'm going to lick
you--all over."

"I love you, Daddy," he had said out of the blue, his face still looking
"intoxicated."

"I love you too, Sammy." To show the love in those words, I had stuck out
my tongue and pressed it against the tip of his penis. I held it there for
a few moments before retracting it into my mouth. I stuck it out again and
slid it all the way around his cock's head, trying to really massage him
with my tongue. I had went on licking beneath the ridge that bordered his
cock's head, and then licked all the way down and around his shaft. He
tasted so good, kind of salty, kind of musty, but also a little soapy, he
having just showered (with me!).

He had begun moaning low as I licked his cock all over, including on those
little balls of his. I began to lick more firmly and in a wetter way then,
continuing to slide my tongue up and down the length of him, and to twirl
it around him on all sides. Via a quick glance or two up at him, I saw that
his hand had drifted to his chest, and with his fingers he was beginning to
stimulate his nipple.

After giving him a bit of this tongue action, I had pulled back, licked my
lips a little, and then leaned in again and kissed his cock a few more
times. Then I opened my mouth, took a little breath, and leaned forward to
take his cock--first the head, then all the way down to his balls--into my
mouth. Again there was that salty and musty flavor on his soft skin. It
seemed to really be turning me on though, since my cock was so, so stiff,
and wetter by the second. (This was, of course, also happening to me
beneath the desk across from my oblivious client!)

Inside my mouth, my tongue had lashed his penis all around, soaking it in
saliva. I began to suck on him, gently at first and more powerfully as I
went. I felt the skin on that little cock moving with my tongue as I pulled
it in for a moment--the in-suck--and then relaxed for another moment so
that it would go back out again a little toward the front of my mouth. He
was so small, of course, that I couldn't pull him back too far down my
throat.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum ..." he had moaned above me. I had raised my eyes to
look at him and saw that he had his eyes closed and both hands were on his
chest now and he was madly stimulating his nipples, pinching and pulling at
them, and rolling them between his fingers. The sight was a huge turn-on
for me as well, and led me to want to increase the force of my sucking on
him even more.

His moans grew louder and louder, his breaths also coming in and going out
more rapidly, and finally he had practically yelled and I could feel his
cock moving all on its own against my tongue in a rhythmic convulsion. His
whole body convulsed, in fact. Must have been quite the orgasm!

I had removed my mouth from his cock and came up to kiss him on the
lips. We sucked each other's lips and our tongues met, a lot of saliva
flowing between us again. Meanwhile his hands had roamed my back, he
apparently stretching out at one point trying to reach my butt.

"That was so good, Daddy," he had said, calming down somewhat. "Your mouth,
it felt so good around me ... I want to do yours now ..."

"Mine's a bit bigger than yours, sweetheart," I had said, chuckling. "And
mine makes cum. You may not--"

"I want to drink it," he had said, cutting me off. He had looked up at me
in the eyes, looking kind of crazed for a moment.

"Ok, wanna switch spots?" I had asked. He had nodded and scooted over to
the side, leaving empty the place where he had been sitting propped against
the pillows. I sat down then and watched as he got up on his knees and sat
back on his feet. His cock was still hard and pointing up at me. My cock
was also totally erect and pre-cum was oozing from its tip, a drop of it
sliding down over a vein on my shaft toward my balls.

My sweetheart, my baby son, my Sammy ... he had smiled at me then, before
he bent forward and kissed me right on the tip of my cock. As he pulled
away, I could see a long sticky string of pre-cum dangling from his
lips. He had leaned in again and kissed me a second time, again pulling
away some of the pre-cum, and this time he had licked his lips, tasting
it. He leaned in a third time and planted a slow, wet kiss against the head
of my cock, just below the tip. He kissed a few more times until he had
kissed all over the head and could now make his way down over its
ridge. From there, he had kissed down my shaft on all sides, one of his
hands coming up to hold me so as to reposition me a little as he went. He
descended to my balls, kissing them all over my smooth skin, including just
beneath them where they made their way toward my anus.

"Your kisses, baby, they're so sweet," I had said, smiling big at him when
he glanced up at me.

"Thank you, Daddy," he had said, smiling back.

He then stuck out his tongue and slid it against my balls, as his hand held
my cock as best it could just above. He had licked my balls again, on one
ball and then the next, a few times each. His tongue then slid up, very
slowly, all the way up the length of me toward the head of my penis. The
feel of his tongue traveling over me was unearthly, and the way he had
looked as he licked me was so hot and sexy. (Made me feel like I might cum
in my pants beneath the desk, where I sat re-living those moments!)

Finally, he had bent again and this time popped the top of my cock's head
into his mouth. He massaged my skin there with his lips as he pressed his
tongue up against my glans with increasing pressure. He had opened his
mouth more widely in an attempt to take more of me into him. He managed to
get maybe another couple inches in, so that he had about a third of me in
him, more or less. At one point he seemed to be about to gag, perhaps
having pushed me too far down into his throat. I had felt his little teeth
against the skin of my cock, but he seemed to be aware of that and so he
readjusted a little so that I could only occasionally feel them. He was a
natural!

He had begun sucking me as I had him, as one might suck on a big nipple,
pulling at me with the force of his mouth, his wet tongue massaging me all
over, soaking me with his saliva. Meanwhile, he had held me with one of his
hands, just outside his mouth, and with the other he fondled my balls. It
was so hot ... ! I couldn't help but reach out to place my hands on the
back of his head.

"Suck me, baby, Sammy, son, ohhhhh ..." I had half-moaned, as I felt myself
approaching my climax. "Oh baby, baby boy, you're so fucking cute, so cute
... I'm about to cum!"

He seemed to take that as a cue to suck even more forcefully, and to
massage me with his tongue more firmly, his eyes closed. A few seconds
later and I was having my orgasm, with me still in his mouth! I had felt
myself shooting my cum into him, and had watched him as his mouth filled
with it, seeming to be growing too full after just that one shot. He had
opened his eyes then and allowed my cock to pop out of his mouth just as I
shot my second string of cum, this one up at his still open lips, some of
it landing on his chin. The third and subsequent shots hit his cheeks and
his nose, so that soon he was drenched in cum. I had seen him swallowing
the cum that had first shot up into his mouth.

"Oh baby, you're so beautiful," I had said then, reaching down to hold him
beneath his arm pits. I had pulled him up into me so that he was laying on
me naked, and I had then stuck out my tongue and licked off as much of my
cum from his face as I could before finally pressing my lips against his
and proceeded to French-kiss him, tasting my cum in his mouth and on his
tongue. "You're so beautiful," I had repeated as we broke our kiss and
stared deep into each other's eyes.

"You are too, Daddy," he had replied softly, gazing up at me. "I love your
cock, and your cum, baby ... And I love you." He had leaned up and we had
kissed again.

"I love you, too, Sammy," I had said, in post-orgasmic euphoria ...

"So do you think that's doable, Mr. Avery?" my client asked now, bringing
me back to my senses. I was sitting there at my desk staring at the client,
an obnoxiously plain man, and the memory had caused my cock to push and
strain up against my briefs and the fabric of my pants. No doubt, I was
soaking wet at the moment! I made a mental note then to remember to not
stand up unless I could cover myself with my coat or something ...

"That's doable," I replied finally, taking a breath. "Definitely
doable. I'll reach out to you early next week with final questions and a
proposed start date."

"Thank you, it's appreciated!" the man said, predictably standing up.

I reached down to my suitcase which was down on the floor near my feet, and
stood up with it in front of my cock. I reached out my free hand and took
his offered hand in a firm business-man grip. I glanced down at the
suitcase and said quickly, "Oh, I'm about to head out too!"

He nodded, smiled, and let my hand go. I stood there watching as he turned
around and headed out of the office. Finally, I was alone ...

I dropped the suitcase and made my way to the door the man had just left
from, and turned the bolt so that it was locked shut. I went back to my
chair, unbuckled and unzipped my pants, and pulled my hard, leaking cock
out of my briefs. I massaged it along its length a few times, recalling
some of the scenes I have just described. With my other hand, I held my
phone and went to my text message app. There, I found a new message, from
Sammy:

"Hey Daddy, I'm thinking about you" (followed by a heart emoji)

I brought my other hand up for a moment to type out a reply:

"Baby, I can't stop imagining you, naked, sucking my big Daddy's cock. I'm
not getting any work done. I'm holding it right now, my cock, thinking
about you" (followed by a kiss emoji)

I stroked my cock a few more times before my phone vibrated and another
message came in:

"Naughty, Daddy! I'd get suspended if I masturbated in school, no fair! If
I did masturbate though, I'd be imagining your big, hard penis in my mouth,
as you pump your cum down my throat" (he included an emoji with a tongue
sticking out)

That was enough to drive me over the edge. A moment later and I actually
was pumping cum, this time up into the air above where I was still seated
in my office chair, it splattering on my nice work shirt and up on parts of
the desk. I had the sticky fluid all over my right hand, so with my left I
clumsily messaged Sammy back:

"Thanks a lot, boy! Now I've got cum all over myself, and up on my desk!
You're grounded!"

I wiped some of the stuff up with some napkins I had there in one of my
desk drawers. I noticed then that my cock had little black hairs growing
again on it--visibly showing on it, I mean. That meant, of course, that I
was due a fresh shave. I had an idea, and typed out again in the messaging
app:

"Wanna help me shave myself tonight, sweetie?"