Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2016 13:57:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Chesty St. Clair Subject: Gay Male Incest - Confessions of a Teenage Slut - Part 1 This story is a fantasy about underage kid involved in an incestuous relationship between him, his father, his uncle and his brother. He frequently has sex with other boys and numerous men. If you are offended by gay male incest or inter-generational sex, do not read this story. If you decide to read, I invite you to make a donation to the site that makes the sharing of great content possible, nifty.org Compliments welcome! biscuitsthedog@yahoo.com Confessions of a Teenage Slut When I was growing up in the 70's, there was a sexual revolution underway, and as a boy, I was just fascinated by sex and men. Sex was everywhere back then. Not like today, where sex is everywhere, people are talking about, but no one is having it. Sex was happening. People didn't talk about it, because they were having it. People fucked. If everyone was willing, no one had a problem with it. As a boy, as long as you could cum, or at least seriously dry cum, the hormones were pumping, no one who dare say you couldn't have sex. Add this in to the fact I wasn't raised like a normal kid. My dad was an Italian-American, born in Italy. Dad moved to the US when he was 15, with his brother, who was 18, who came here to go to college, and stayed. Dad followed, as Italy had few opportunities, and at 15 back then you were considered a man. By the time dad was 18, and with his brother's help, he finished high school, spoke perfect English and got a girl pregnant with a boy that would end up being my brother Anthony. By the time he was 20, I was on the way, and he was bolted down with a wife, a house and a construction job. Growing up, the first 10 years were pretty uneventful and I think that's what ended my parents marriage. I look back now, my mother was only 28, in the middle of Ohio, and restless to see what was beyond I-77. I just remember that it seemed one day she was there, and the next day she wasn't. I remember hearing her tell dad that we were of the age that we could take care of ourselves. She done her time. Dad agreed. I assumed he felt just as trapped, as there was no tears, just a certain relief. She moved to Oregon, and I never really heard from her again. The first day she was gone, seemed no different then the day before, just freer. Dad, Anthony and I were a lot a like, same stupid silly sense of humor, same mannerisms, same love of nudity. I would say that would be the first notable difference, once mom was gone, us wearing clothes stopped. Dad came home from work, and many times would strip to his boxers. That first day, dad came home, he looked at my brother and I, and said, no ladies here, so I guess I don't need these and off went the boxers. My brother didn't even need to be asked, his boxers went flying and so did mine. The 3 of us giggled over the nudity and new found freedom. I had seen both my brother and dad naked before, as we were never shy about being naked. But now I could really just stare at their dicks. Seeing dad's big hairy adult dick was incredibly fascinating to me. It seemed to me the ultimate in manhood. I wondered if I would get that big, get all those pubes, and have that scent I could smell especially when he would come home sweaty from work. My brother was on the verge of puberty when we started hanging naked. Everyday his dick would seem bigger, more adult. When we were younger, and would compare dicks, the difference didn't seem that much, but now he looked like my 12 yo brother, with an adult dick with a small almost mustache of a few pubes above, flopping between his legs. Needless to say, the sights, and scents were wrecking havoc with my young body. I was constantly hard and had no shame in it. If dad caught me looking at his dick, he would smile, grab it a little and wink at me. All it would do it is make my 10 yo boy dick throb even more. lol. I would say less than a month after mom moved out, dad initiated one of the first main changes in our living arrangement. Dad told Anthony and I that he wanted the 2 of us to share a bedroom. We had a 3 bedroom house, and so it wasn't necessary, but dad explained that he and his brother, shared a bed growing up in Italy and even after moving to the US, and how close it made the two of them. He said that long after he was gone, Anthony and I would have each other. Dad didn't mention sex, or anything of that nature. I was kind of naive, as I didn't even think how dad and his brother must have been screwing all those years in Italy and college here. And now looking back, I could not have been more grateful to him for doing this. While dad taught me a lot about sex growing up, my brother is who I ended up having the most sex with, and still continue to this day. Something about being so close to someone all those years, makes an inseparable bond. Dad bought my brother and I twin beds are first, my brother and I didn't start sharing a bed until I turned 13 (and didn't stop sharing that bed until he left for college). My brother just started cumming when we started sharing the bedroom and he loved playing with his dick, and loved to show it off to me. He'd show me how hard it would get, show me how far he could shoot his cum. He taught me the meaning of cum, that it wasn't just the stuff from his penis, but feeling he would have while cumming. He showed me how to play with him dick, so I could orgasm, and told me how the cum would shoot when I got older. I asked him if he thought dad was "cumming" and "playing with himself" he of course said yes, that all men do, even if they say they don't. He told me about he would jerk off with friends at school and they would see who could cum the furthest, the fastest and things like that. But all I could always think was, I wanted to see dad cum. I wanted to see how he made his penis shoot. Did he make the same face as Anthony as he came? What could he tell me about cocks, and cum? I saw dad rock hard at times, even his cock drool, but never the money shot. I became strangely obsessed with him and his dick. One of the things we were not shy about was showering together. I had showered with dad many times, and even my brother. Dad worked early during the week, though on the weekends, I would at times jump in the shower with him, as I would like to wash his back and I liked rubbing his soapy body. Many times I would get so rock hard washing him down. Dad would say nothing and smile. Rinse and jump out of the shower. I remember one time I thought to myself, I am just going to go for it. My heart was racing, my soapy hand gliding over his back, sliding lower, hitting his buttocks, down his muscular thighs. I purposely dropped the soap, and angled myself so that as straighten up, his dick would be in my face. I just stopped and looked up at him. The tension was incredible, I placed my soapy hand on his thigh and you could see he was straining not to get hard and it wasn't working. I glided my hand to his penis and cupped his manhood and massive balls. Dad was now as hard as I was. His breathing was labored, and I just stroked. Did like my brother showed me to do to myself, but was doing it to dad. He moaned, groaned, but didn't ask me to stop. In maybe all of 2 minutes, my dad goes, fuck son, I am going to cum, it's going to shoot, it's going to shoot. I just kept staring at his cock, red, massive, throbbing, balls pulled tight. Fuckkkkkkk, I heard him, and pow, ropes of cum begin spraying out. I remember it as it was in slow motion. I could see the rope being created and sprayed out of his cock cannon, heading right towards my face. Splat, across my face the first rope lands, the second rope splashes close to the first, and across my open mouth. The sweet salty taste enlivens my taste buds. I just kept pulling dad's dick, he just kept cumming, first saying how good it feels, then saying how good it felt, as he almost collapsed from the pleasure I gave him. His gaze locked on to my cum covered face and mouth. I remember dad regaining his composure, and both of us trying to assess what just happened. The only sounds heard were dad's panting and the water going down the drain. Dad looked down again and gave me the biggest smile. He helped me to my feet and lovingly washed the cum off my face. He told me what a good son I was and how proud was of me. I told him how Anthony showed me how to play my dick and showed me how he could cum, but I wanted to see him cum. Dad smiled and told me that it was a-ok as he would say. I was then hooked. Hooked on making men cum. I loved how good I got to make my dad feel. I loved having that "power" of having his manhood in my hand. After that, on the weekends, if I heard dad's shower, I was quick to slip in. He would smile, his cock would stiffen, and he would hand me the soap. It didn't take long before I got to learn all about dad's and my brother's cocks, and learn about men's cocks in general. It didn't take long before I got to blow dad and Anthony, and in a matter of months after, we were fucking like rabbits in heat. As I release more of these stories, I will focus usually on an event (like dad taking us to Cedar Point), or a person (like the sexual relationship that developed between my uncle and I.) I will do my best to keep the timeline even and tell a story that needs to be told. A time that you could be a young teen and trusted to be in control of your sex life. I was a young teen that craved sex, and got all he could and loved every minute of it. This story is dedicated to all the men out there that knows what is like to have a family member slide on them in the middle of the night, pull him close and beg him not to stop in heat of passion.