Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2016 13:39:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Chesty St. Clair Subject: Confessions of a Teenage Slut - Part 2 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 part 2 - DAD Over my years, I have met more than a couple of men who's first experiences sexually have been with their dad. Of the people I know, the ones that have had the best experiences agree there was certain crush on their dad that was allowed to blossom without shame. I was no different. I was head over heals for dad long before I knew what it was. To me, he was the ultimate man, from his hairy good looks, to his confidence, and to his incredible fearlessness. I always looked up to dad, as he was fearless moving here, fearless in raising us, and later fearless that what we were doing was right. He never made me feel ashamed for my strong sexual drive and wants/needs. Dad and my brother, had what I could best describe as a "frat boy" bond. They almost looked like brothers themselves. They watched sports together, and when it came to fucking, had no problem "tapping" each other in on the fuck. With myself, I had dad's insatiable sexual appetite. During my teen years, dad and I had sex a lot. We'd fuck whenever the mood would hit us, be it on the family room floor, my brother's bed after my brother just got done laying me, or in the back of the car at a rest stop on a road trip. My dad loved having sex. But back to the beginning, I was always jealous of my mom in a certain way when they were together, as she got to take care of his needs. I wasn't even sure what those "needs" were as my brother described it. Dad wasn't shy sexually, even then. They weren't loud, but you could tell dad didn't hold back just because the boys were home. The bed would rumble and bounce, muffled moans, groans and grunts could be heard. Dad would emerge after with a relaxed attitude. My brother and I would giggle. I knew they were doing something in the bedroom, where his needs were being met. Towards the end of the marriage, those times were less and less. As I gained more and more knowledge about sex, I wonder if I could take care of dad's "needs". After mom left, dad seemed distant, but never took it out on my brother and I. If I asked he was ok, he was ok, as he had us. He always had time for us, and worked hard to make sure we had everything would could ever want our need. All this just made me want dad all the more. When we started being "nudists", dad never made me feel ashamed about my long glances at his body. I would get intense hard-ons with him, and he would laugh and tell me it was natural and that I was going to be a healthy young man. I always felt free to ask dad anything I wanted, including his penis. I remember watching the game with him. We were both relaxed and his dick got rock hard, one of those hard-ons that just wouldn't quit. Dad smiled, said, see, you are not the only one that gets hard all time. I of coursed asked him if he thought I would get as big as him, and as hairy as him. He assured me I would. I asked him about how sex works, as I knew his penis had something to do with it and in the back of my mind, I wanted to eventually be the one dad came to with his "needs". He laughed and said that it was natural to be curious about sex, as I was soon to be hitting puberty, and would become more and more like Anthony. He told me that his erect penis means that he is ready for sex if he so chooses. I remember I asked if only a woman could provide him with sex, and he explained that sex could be by oneself, masturbation, or be with another man or woman. He explained to me that it was how teenagers and adults had fun. I was ecstatic. Dad just said that two men could have sex, and to me my thoughts were, how was I going end up being the one. Dad's hairy thick cock was drooling by this time in his explanation. He could see I was fascinated by it. He told me that was his pre-cum. All I could think about was, I wonder if I could taste it. It didn't gross me out that it was coming from his penis, it did the opposite. It made me hungry. A hunger I couldn't understand just yet. Dad grabbed his hard on, and snapped it back to his belly, laughing at his rigidity. Before anything else happened, Anthony came home, which caused dad to snap back into what was happening. Anthony stripped at his walked in, grabbed a coke out of the fridge, and ask dad who was winning the game. Anthony's eyes almost popped out of his head, when he finally saw dad at full mast, looked at me, to which all I could do was smile. It was then dad told us how he thought it would be good if Anthony and I shared a bedroom. He told us that he wanted to make sure that my brother and I had a close relationship, like him and Richard did. Neither my brother nor I thought that in reality, dad was setting us up to make sure that my brother and I would start exploring with each other. He wanted to make sure that Anthony and I would become lovers. Later, as Anthony and I's sexual relationship developed, he was always encouraging it. He would always tell us that he rather have to sons that made love, than fought. (Plus I found out later, he was giving Anthony advice on the side about having sex with me.) Like most brothers that have sex, Anthony and I started jerking each other and he showed me how to jerk him off, as I was drying cumming at this time. Each time I clasped my brother's cock in my hand, run my fingers through his freshly growing pubes, or cup my brother's newly sperm producing balls, I would think of dad. How fun it would be to jerk off dad as he laid back. Hear him moan, make him smile. I will continue about my brother in the next chapter, but with dad, it was definitely my brother and I's explorations, which lead to me to have the courage to jerk off my dad in the shower that day. And since dad worked construction, and was gone at 6am most weekday mornings, weekends was my time with dad. I jerked off dad in the shower, every weekend in the shower for good couple of months. There would be times my boy hand would slowly stroke him, as I wanted to see how hard I could get him, and play with his huge hairy balls. Other times, I would just stroke his cock fast, and really work that dick into a frenzied explosion. Each time, the result was the same, that smile that I lived for, the sign of relief, and after dad saying what a good son I was. After a couple of months, if I was sitting next to dad watching TV and my brother wasn't home, my hands would slowly move towards is cock. While he would let me stroke his cock, run my fingers through his thick pubes, and play with his big hairy balls, he would wrap his bear arms around me. Sometimes I would do my best to position myself, so I could smell his pit, and if it rubbed his scent on me, all the better. Usually I would play with his thick cock until he would be, for lack of a better term, achingly hard. He would get to that point with a steady stream of precum, sweat and man stink building around his dick and balls, which I would do my best to get on me, so I could keep smelling him. Then he would finally take over, grabbing his dick some times over my hand, or ask me to play with is balls, and he would stroke until he would shoot a huge load. I would usually rub my hairless hard dick against my dad's hairy thigh while it was happening and usually crescendo into a dry cum, making feel even closer to dad. After, he would pull me tight and I would usually get his sweat on me that I loved. I loved how good my dad smelled after he would cum. Mix of clean and the man stink of a hardworking man. Things started to accelerate after that. Little did I know, but dad told my brother, it was time for me to learn about sucking dick. My brother, being a horny teen, was more than happy to oblige. My brother was letting me jerk off him most nights, so I saw him shoot many times. While not as thrilling as jerking off Dad, I loved my brother just as much, and it was fun to make him feel good. Plus even at his age, he was getting a nice adult sized hairy dick. Finally one night Anthony asked if I knew what a blowjob was, I kind of did, but wasn't sure. He explained that it as putting a dick in your mouth and making it cum, just like with your hand. I was sneaking tastes of cum, as I was hooked, as I would get some on my hand or finger and lick it off. So the thought of me getting it straight from the tap, was heaven to me. My brother plunged his dick in my mouth the first time and lasted all of maybe a minute before he pumped his nut down my throat. I knew in that moment, this was something I needed to do to dad. I had to suck dad's dick, and I wanted to give him the best "blowjob" I could, so I sucked the fuck out of my brother's dick every chance I got. I blew him 3 times that first night alone, I wanted to make sure I knew what made my brother toes' curl so speak, as when Saturday got here, when I heard dad get in that shower, I was going to suck his cock. So Saturday arrived, the first thing I did was blow my brother. I sucked the hell out of my brother's dick. He popped his nut hard and spray a gusher down my thirsty throat. I knew I was ready. Dad's shower went on, and with a full erection, I went down the hall and jumped in the shower. Dad smiled, because, as soon as he saw me, he knew he was going to cum. His dick was at half mast. He hands me the soap, and I just get on my knees, saying I have to show you what Anthony showed me. Then I plunged his fat juicy hairy cock in my mouth. My face buried in his pubes, right where I wanted to be. My dad gasped as it was happening, exclaiming, oh shitttttt. All I could think of was this might be your only chance, suck his cock, suck it. I sucked his cock with a frenzy and a fury. I was afraid he would pull his cock out of my mouth or tell me no, but it was something I craved with a little understood deep hunger. My little hand stroked his cock, while his cock head stretched my mouth, pouring the sweetest tasting precum down my throat. My tongue darted all over the part of his cock that was in mouth, savoring his taste, and not wanting to miss a flavor. Dad's dick just kept swelling, his grunts and groans were high pitched, I knew he was about to cum. I was in heaven, and if it couldn't get any better, dad started letting go of his seed. I almost choked on how my cum my dad was spraying down my throat. He screamed FUCKKKKK, as he pushed the back of my head as far as it would go. Swallow my cum son he continued as the 3rd and 4th streams of jizz volleyed down my throat. As dad balls started to descend, and the heat of the moment started to subside, dad almost fell from the intensity. All he kept telling me how good I was, how good he felt, how incredible I was. When dad's dick finally popped out of my mouth, I felt like a pacifier had been removed, I quickly tried putting it back in my mouth, dad pushed me off, tell me he was sensitive from cumming. He pulled me to my feet, and kissed me deeply. He told me no one had ever given him a blow job that good. I was so proud. Dad then pulled me close to him, and started soaping my body. My body was on fire, everywhere dad's big paws went on my body, sent electricity through my system. My dick, hard as a rock, dad grabbed it and stroked me to a dry orgasm. I shook and moaned in dad's arms, feeling his fur against me, and his still half mast dripping cock pressed against me. Once we were done, dad and I laughed, giggled and kissed as we finished our shower. After, dad and I went to the living room, still in the after glow. I caught dad winking at my brother, not realizing that this was something that they had planned. After giving dad that first blow job, it quickly became my new obsession. That Saturday alone, I sucked my brother's dick while dad watched and sucked dad's dick while my brother watched, plus sucked their dicks individually that night before bed. It didn't take long before I was blowing dad daily. To me, his dick, balls and seed was a gift he gave me. It was also a way for me to show appreciation to the hard work dad did. All through my teen years, even after dad and I began fucking, I sucked dad's dick after he got off work. I loved having my face planted between his sweaty legs, inhaling his scent. He showed me how to deep throat a big fat dick like his, and was happy to show off my cock sucking talents to others. Every time someone say to dad, damn your son really can suck a dick, he would beam with pride. He sure can he would say, he sure can.