Date: Mon, 03 Mar 2003 01:54:48 +0000
From: wadewrightaz@yahoo.com
Subject: Daddies and the Boys  -  Chapter 3   Gay/Male  Incest

			   Daddies and the Boys

		  Chapter 3 / On The Bed and in the Butt

			      By Wade Wright

	Clay had definitely overcome his tensions about having sex with his
own Father, and now that his father's 7 or 8" long, stiff, and thick dick
was smoothly going up into this butt, he was getting himself all excited
about doing the 'Father and Son' thing.  This reality of actually having
sex with his own daddy, was really getting Clay turned on.  He was liking
what was about to happen.
	"Me and my Daddy!  Oh God!  We are having sex together!  He is
fucking my ass!  Oh God, I never thought this would ever happen!  My Daddy
has his dick up in my ass!  Oh shit man!  I can not believe this!"  Clay
excitedly proclaimed to himself.
	 "Fuck me good Daddy!"  Clay pleaded!  "Daddy make me really know
that you have got your cock up in your little Boy's ass.  Daddy, this is
the first time that you've ever put your dick up in me, so make me know it
is you, and that you have now claimed your boy's ass as your ass, to own
and play with.  Oh Daddy!  Fuck me please!"
	Ray was stretched out the entire length of his son's body, and had
the entire length of his cock up in his son's ass hole.  He was pushing it
in as deeply as it would go and with as much force as he could muster.  He
was finally in his own son's ass hole, and he was going to use it for as
much fun and excitment as he could!
	"Clay, your Daddy has his cock stick up in your butt as far as it
will go. Can you feel me up in there Son?"
	"Oh yea, Daddy, I can.  Yea--I can.  I just want to feel more of
you if I can.  Fuck me hard Daddy!  Daddy, rub my body while you fuck me,
Daddy!"
	With that instruction, Ray reached his hands around to the front of
his son's chest and grabbed a tit in between the thumb and finger of each
hand.  Slowly he started to see if his son liked to have his tits pinched
or not.  As he pinched harder and harder on each tit, Clay started to moan
and with each tighter pinch, he moaned that much more lovingly and
strongly.  He was truly telling his Daddy that he liked having his Daddy
playing with his tits and letting him feel the pinching pressure of his
Daddy's fingers.  He knew his Daddy was taking advantage of his young body,
and Clay was really getting into the entire sensation that he was now, man
enough for his own Daddy to be fucking his ass and at the same time
squeezing his tits to a painful pleasure!  He liked what was happening to
him.  And he liked the feelings that his body was getting from this.
This-- his own Daddy's playing around on, and in him.  Clay was excited,
happy and breathing heavily.
	Ray was using his son as if that manly hunk of meat under him was
some other guy, that he had picked up in one of the gay bars.  An ass to
fuck, tits to pinch and squeeze as tight and as hard as possible, and a
neck that he could bite onto and suck the neck skin into his mouth.  He was
truly using his boy's body as if it belonged to 'some guy' that as soon as
he was done using him, he would throw out, at whatever pickup place he had
found him.  Ray was not acting as if he even knew who the guy was that he
was fucking and pinching.  Ray was acting as if Clay was nothing more than
the toy for the night.  Clay sensed this, and he liked it!
	Clay sensed, "Daddy is getting rough with me and my body, and is
forgetting who I am!"  Clay was really getting all turned on again!  He
liked it!
	All of a sudden Clay started screaming, "Fuck me old man!  Fuck me
hard old man!  Show this boy what kind of a dick you got hanging back there
old man.  Fuck this tight ass, old man! Fuck my ass good and strong, old
man!"
	"OK little boy!"  Ray responded!  "You just grab your innards good
and tight, little boy, because this old man, as you call me, is about to
open you and your innards like they have never been opened up before. You
are going to find out just how well an old man, as you called me, can fuck
a good tight young ass hole.  Grab that bed boy, you are about to get your
ass fucked like no younger guy has ever been able to fuck it!"
	And with that statement of declaration, Ray tore Clay a new ass
hole!  He rammed that ass hole, he punched that ass hole, he damn near
drove a fucking truck into that ass hole!  And he damn near turned that
truck around, inside of that ass hole, just to show Clay what could happen
back there.  He decided that if his own boy was going to call him an old
man while he had his cock-dick stuck up in his ass, then it was time for
Clay to find out what an old man could do in that ass hole.  Ray did
everything possible in that hole to make Clay beg for his Daddy to stop.
Clay did not!  Clay moaned, Clay groaned, and Clay did let out some small
squeals, that might have indicated some pain, but he never begged for his
Daddy to stop.
	Clay was getting the roughest fucking that he had ever received.
Clay was getting more than he had thought was possible from this Daddy that
he had just called the old man. He was almost being beaten up sexually by
his Daddy, but it was turning Clay on that much more.  His Daddy was
getting really rough with him and his ass hole, and Clay really liked it!
	As Ray took a moment to catch his breath, Clay asked.  "Hey, Daddy!
When I was a little boy and you had to spank me, that turned you on, didn't
it?  Didn't it Daddy?  NO,--- don't answer that!  Don't say it!  I don't
want to hear it, but Daddy, --I am ready for your answer right now!  I want
you to show me, now, how excited that made you.  Unless you and Phil have
some hidden paddles around here someplace, grab that belt and teach your
little boy what I should have been taught a long time ago."
	Ray was quite shocked, but,-- more turned on, than shocked.  This
sex fun with his own son was turning out to be way more than he had
expected!  Ray was finding out that he has a son, his own true boy, that is
'really' into the good rough and tough stuff when with another man.  He had
just been told by his boy to grab a belt and to whip his ass with it.  Ray
was almost too shocked to realize just what was actually happening.  No
other guy, young or older, that he had ever played with before, had asked,
or really actually demanded, to get his ass whipped with a belt.  "Damn,
I've got one hell of an active boy here!"  Ray thought to himself.
"Fuck,-- this boy of mine really likes it rough!  Rougher than any other
guy that I've ever been with!  I'm having more exciting man sex with my own
boy, than I've ever had with even an older guy!  My own boy is teaching me
new stuff about gay sex, and I just wish I had been doing him a long time
ago!"
	Ray pulled his cock out of his son's ass and grabbed the closest
belt that he could get his hands onto.  Clay continued to lay spread eagle
across their side of the bed.  Phil and Bill had stopped their sex play
when Ray took the challenge of being called the old man.  Phil and Ray were
in complete amassment over Clay's "demand' of getting paddled by his own
Daddy.
	Bill leaned over to Phil and told him.  "I've never known of Clay
to get paddled before.  I'm not sure he has ever asked for it.  We've
played with each other for years now, and I have never heard him even hint,
that he wanted to be paddled.  Phil, I'm not sure he knows what he is
asking for here."
	Phil replied back.  "Well, Bill.  If Clay can't take it, I'm sure
we will find out pretty soon, but the way he told his Daddy to grab that
belt, I think he knows what is up and I think maybe he has done this
before.  Maybe the excitement of having his own Daddy do his ass, is what
is getting him all excited!  Maybe that is a real turn on to him!  Maybe he
has never been paddled before, and it's just the idea of his Daddy being
back there, that is making him so damn hot right now!"
	Ray stood over the prone body of his son, and used the belt on his
right butt cheek once very lightly.
	"Yea--Yea!"  Clay muttered.  "I almost felt that!"
	Ray repeated his actions, but each time during the next 20 or 25
swings of the belt he got a little more and a little more forceful on the
swing of the belt.  Each time, the contact of the leather and the butt skin
make a louder and louder snap.  During the first 15 hits, Clay did not
move.  Ray, Phil and Bill all looked at each other as if to ask, --is he
still awake and with us?
	It was at about the 15th or 16th hit that Clay finally acted like
he felt the leather hit his bare butt.  His first reaction was a small moan
of pleasure.  That make Ray that much more interested in treating his son
with as much leather pleasure as he could muster.  Strike 17 became
stronger and louder.  Strike number 18 was even more so.  Each contact to
the bare skin became that much more forceful and to Clay that much more
enjoyable.  At about swing, and slamming leather contact, number 20, is
when Clay started begging for "More, stronger, Please!  Teach me please
Daddy!  Yea-Daddy, make me suffer for being a bad boy, Daddy.  Yea--please
make me be a good boy!"
	Ray was experiencing a completely new sexual enjoyment that he had
never been involved in before.  He was realizing very quickly that he was
enjoying this, without reservations or bad feelings that he was treating
his own son's ass, this roughly!  He realized that his son, Clay, was
teaching him something about gay, sexual, activity.
	Although Ray was inexperienced in adult whippings, he certainly was
smart enough to realize very quickly that the needed to use the entire butt
area so that one small section did not receive too much action.  He had
turned Clay's bare butt bright red.  Looking at the width of the belt, only
about 1 1/2" wide, Ray realized just how many strikes he must have given
that ass, for it to be so completely turned red.  He had stopped counting
his swings at about the 25 or 30 mark.  His excitement of how his little
boy had grown up into being such a strong man, and one that loved to be
bodily abused, was too exciting for Ray to accept mentally, and to still be
able to continue counting his strikes on him.  As Ray admired that body of
a man, laying prone on the bed, and with his ass as bright red as any skin
that he had ever seen, it was just almost impossible for Ray to realize
that was his own son.  Ray had a problem realizing that he is the man that
made his own son's ass, so flaming red, from belt strikes.
	As Ray stopped the strikes, he lowered his face toward Clay and
asked.  "Boy, are you OK?  Your Daddy has made your ass really red and when
I touch it, it feels all tight.  Are you OK, Son?"
	"Oh Daddy!  Oh Daddy!"  Clay responded.  "Oh Daddy, I have been
wanting you to spank me like that ever since I got into, like, junior high
or high school.  Oh Daddy, I had no idea getting another spanking from you
would feel so good!  Oh Daddy, I have needed and wanted that for years!
Thank you Daddy!  Oh Daddy!  You made my butt burn and feel so good!"
	As Ray heard his son's reply, he laid his face down on Clay's right
butt cheek, and gave it a gentle kiss.
	"Oh yea, Daddy!  Oh yea,-- Daddy!  That is what I want.  That is
what I need!  Yea-please Daddy, please kiss my ass for me, please.  Please
Daddy, take the pain away, please Daddy!"  Clay pleaded with his Father.
	Ray moved himself so that he was centered on Clay's butt.  Ray very
gently and smoothly started running his tongue along the bright red skin
that he had just treated so vigorously with the belt.  Ray licked his Son's
butt.  Clay kept telling him how good that felt to him.  Clay grabbed for
the headboard of the bed and grabbed ahold.  "Yea, Daddy, yea, please lick
my ass please, Daddy!  Oh Daddy, your mouth on my ass feels so good!"
	Ray did as he was requested or perhaps, maybe more instructed, to
do.  Ray buried his face onto Clay's ass.  Ray was completely enjoying his
son's tight ass muscles and the opportunity to make his ass feel good again
after he had so brutally turned it red with the belt action.  Ray slowly
moved his face from butt cheek to butt cheek, until he finally decided that
with everything else that he had done to this boy today, spreading his butt
cheeks and putting his tongue into his son's ass hole would not be a
completely unacceptable action.
	As Daddy took a butt cheek in each hand, and slowly started to
spread them, as if being cautious, just in case Clay objected, he then
extended his tongue and found Clay's ass hole.  As he was pushing his face
into the crevice of Clay's butt, Clay grabbed ahold of the headboard and
held on that much tighter.  Ray knew this was happening, but was not sure
of just why.  Clay was grabbing the headboard in anticipation of getting
the greatest feeling, and the greatest emotion, that he has ever
experienced.  His ass was still burning, his own Daddy's tongue had cooled
it some, and now, to top everything imaginable off, --he was about to feel
his own Father's tongue, touch the outside of his ass hole, and know that
in only a minute or so, his Daddy's tongue would be going up into his ass.
All of the Daddy/Boy stories that he had been secretly reading, secretly
even from Bill, was becoming a reality.  He was becoming the young hot
stud, like one of the guys in one of the books, that gets his Father's
tongue up into his ass.  He was wanting this whole thing to be written
about, so that a whole lot of other 'Daddy horny' guys could read about him
and his Daddy, and read how his Daddy had worked it out, so that he could
lick his own son's tight, cute, muscled, ass.
	Until this very particular time, all of those stories had been fun
reading and for jerking off, but had never been possible, even as a remote,
possible, reality.  Tonight, everything was becoming a reality!  His ass
hole, and ---his Daddy's tongue!  He was becoming one of those guys that he
had been dreaming about and wishing he was one of.  He was now one of them,
that could be written about!  Clay's heart was beating so fast, he felt
like he could and would suffer a heart attack at any moment.
	Ray's mouth was on Clay's ass hole and his tongue was starting the
entrance in, and his heart was pounding, also.  Clay could feel the beat of
his Daddy's heart, through his Daddy's chest, and through his own leg.
Clay suddenly pushed his ass up in the air to make a more secure contact
with his Father's tongue and to be able to feel his Daddy's face pushing up
against his ass.  Ray pushed forward and Clay pushed back.
	"Daddy, suck my ass!  Yea, --Daddy, please let me be able to know
that my Daddy sucked my butt!  Yea---Daddy, that feels so good!  Oh, Daddy,
I can not believe that my Daddy is actually sucking on my butt hole.  Oh
Daddy, I have really dreamt of this happening for years now!  Oh Daddy, I
have never told anybody that I have been wishing for a long time, that my
own Daddy would eat my ass out.  Oh Daddy, I never, ever, thought this
could happen.  Oh, Daddy, I wish we had done this a long time ago!"
	Both men were in glory, experiencing something that neither man had
even remotely considered earlier in the evening.  They were totally sharing
each other, and each other's bodies, with each other.  The Daddy and his
son were becoming 'one man'.  Nothing about the other man was any longer a
private part.  Clay realized that once his Daddy had pushed his tongue up
into his tight ass hole, that wiped out anything and everything from ever
being too private or too secret, to hide that from the other man.  Clay
realized that no man could ever be more "personal and private" with any
part of his body, than his own Father had just been.
	"I want to eat your ass out now, Dad!"  Clay rather abruptly
announced.
	Clay's excitement of playing with his own Father and having his own
Father play with him, was way too exciting for Clay to try and act shy
about.  He and his Daddy had just experienced the utmost of a personal
encounter, and he was in a complete excitement about it.
	Clay slid out from under his Father and positioned his, rather
surprised, Father in a nice comfortable position, as he had been in.
	"Hey Dad, can I use the belt on you, first?  Can I whip your ass
and make you good and red, too?"  Clay asked his father.
	"No, no, Clay!  I don't think my ass can take what you and your ass
just took.  If it's OK with you, I think I will forgo the ass whipping, and
I will just have to admit that I have a son that can take a whipping, a
hell of a lot more successfully than I can.  I will admit that, to anybody
that happens to ask.  Of course I have to assume that most people will
never be asking me, but hey,--if anybody does, then I will know that you
have had a good conversation with them, and it's OK for me to talk about
what I did to that ass of yours tonight!"
	Phil and Bill had watched the whipping and the ass loving and
sucking with complete joy.  After their close-up observations of the sexual
relationship of the father and son in bed beside them, they resumed their
sexual activities, but they had admitted to each other before they resumed,
that they realized they were in the same bed with two men that had just had
the most exciting experiences of a life time.  They agreed there were only
two, really, exciting and nervous times involved with gay sex.  One time,
is the very first time a guy has sex with another guy.  They agreed, that
occasion really makes the heart pound strongly.  The other really exciting,
heart pounding time, is when you finally have sex with your own father.
They felt honored that they had been 'allowed' to witness the man and his
boy doing it with each other for the first time.  They felt privileged to
have been, 'kind of' involved, or at least been able to lay in bed with
them, as they experienced the ultimate of goals in gay sex.  They also had
decided that Ray and Clay had gotten themselves so excited, that there
could have been a complete room full of people watching, and they would not
have realized it.
	Clay laid his body down on the back side of his Father and
immediately pushed his face into the crack and crevasse that his Father
presented to him for his close inspection and licking.
	Clay spread his Father's ass cheeks, and with his tongue protruding
out and pointed as much as possible, headed for the ass hole owned by his
Daddy.  Face to ass, Clay immediately started the 'son sucks on the
father's ass hole', that he had been so anxious to be a part of.  Once
again Clay remembered with such delight, the stories of the daddies and the
boys, that he had been reading about for the past few years.  Now he was
one of the main characters, and he was doing the sucking.  He truly had his
face pushed up into his Daddy's ass chamber as far as he could get it to
go.  He licked on the skin and the edge of his Daddy's ass hole, and he
sucked on that same ass hole as strongly as he could, so that his Daddy,
his muscular hot assed Daddy, would remember this occasion for as long as
possible.