Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2006 18:04:47 -0800 (PST) From: James Spaulding Subject: Dad's Dirty Talk, part 5 The following story is a piece of fiction. If suggestions of incest offend you please do not read. There is also some racially sensitive moments in this story; please understand it as a part of the fantasy. Besides, in a future installment, race will come back to haunt Grandpa. If you enjoyed this story, feel free to contact me at fathercandy@yahoo.com. There is more to come... Dad's Dirty Talk, part 5. I imagine most father son sex, when it occurs, is sex only. Too often, the father rapes the son. Occasionally there is mutual desire. But, I can imagine few fathers and sons overcoming the incest taboo and finding a way to love each other. We overcame it. Dad is in the process of divorcing Mom. I'm the cause of the divorce. Guilt? Of course. Remorse? Dad and I have gotten over that together. It's been hard work. Initially, I think we had expected to fuck on the side - a kinky family reunion whenever the opportunity arose. But Dad and I started to create the opportunity on a pretty regular basis. It was soon apparent that there were some issues that we had to address. Seeing as how most of the time we spent together was spent fucking, real conversation proved to be difficult. ... Dad's chest was still glistening with sweat. I was still trying to catch my breath. "James? We gotta do something. I mean, I think of you all day long. All night long. Somehow the dysfunction doesn't seem to be the fact you are my son. The dysfunction is the fact that I can't get enough of you. Your old man's a little obsessed." "I'm a little obsessed too." "So?" "So? You're the dad. You're the one who's in control." "I gave up my control when I gave up my asshole. We're a team now." "What do you want to do?" "I want to fuck you forever." "OK. What can you logically do?" "Fuck you forever. I've got a plan." And so Dad laid out a possible future... I'd been planning on going to graduate school and was in the process of applying to a few schools out East. Dad figured I go to school. He would divorce Mom. Then, under the pretense of starting a new life, he would move wherever I've moved. And we'd live happily ever after. Pretty simple plan, once we got over the Mom Factor. Dad moved in with me. It made sense. He couldn't live with Mom, and my sister was too angry with him; she still couldn't understand the reasons for the divorce. Dad claimed irreconcilable differences, and Jenna claimed that Mom hadn't changed in all the years they'd been married. What happened all of sudden to make those differences irreconcilable? She was mad. I understood. But I won't pretend I wasn't pleased: my sister's anger allowed us to play house a little sooner than we had planned. Of course, there was lots of pretense. We pretended that Dad was sleeping on the couch. We pretended that I too was pissed at Dad because of the divorce, but I had figured somebody needed to help him out. We pretended because my friends, his friends, and our family needed us to pretend. As long as we were living in Oklahoma, we were too close to everything that had once been very important. Our relationship was now very important. It mattered too much. And sometimes we got careless. And that's why we got caught... Mom needed Dad to sign some papers. Of course, she couldn't see him. Wouldn't see him. So she sent her brother, my Uncle Tom. Tom and I had always been close. Tom and Dad had always been close. This was the first time we saw him since the divorce. And, unfortunately, he saw us fucking. Dad was riding me hard. We had discovered that we loved our sex hard, hot, and raw. Dad was sitting on the couch. I was riding his cock. Up and down. "You still can't get enough of Daddy's cock, can you boy?" "No, Sir." "Quit your fucking mumbling, Boy." Dad reached for my hair, pulling me down to his ear. "What was it you were telling your Daddy?" "I...can't....get enough of your cock, Dad." He pulled me closer. "Didn't think so, Pig." We fucked. We kept fucking even after we heard the knock on the door. Nothing was going to interfere with our fucking. Fast. Furious. Loud. And interrupted. Uncle Tom opened the door. It wasn't locked. Doesn't make sense. We always lock the door. But for some reason -- a reason Dad and I will never figure out - we were careless. "I thought I heard some..." Uncle Tom couldn't finish his sentence. He had walked in on his brother-in-law fucking his nephew. His brother-in- law and said nephew were caught in the most compromising of situations. And it didn't take Uncle Tom long to figure out just what he had discovered. "Faggots. Fucking faggots. I should have figured something like this. There was no reason I could figure you would give up on your wife. No way. But now way would I have thought you had started fucking Jimmy. Damn. This is sick." Of course, Dad and I were speechless. What words could we use. There was silence. Some more silence. All the time it took for Uncle Tom to figure out what he needed to figure out. "The way I see it, you two are fucked. Literally and figuratively. And, as far as I'm concerned, I can make your life hell, Steve. But I've always loved Jimmy. Always been my favorite nephew. He's a good kid. Too bad you've taken it upon yourself to corrupt the boy." Dad cleared his throat. "What do you want, Tom?" "I want to shame you just like you shamed my sister." And so Uncle Tom shamed my Dad. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He wasn't hard, but he planned for that to change. "You see this, you fucker? Put it in your mouth. Make it as hard as you were when you were plowing our boy Jimmy." He moved to Dad. I know Dad knew what was expected of him, but he did his best to maintain some dignity. Too bad Uncle Tom was hell bent on taking away that dignity. Uncle Tom is a big guy. He's at least 6'2". And though he may be well on his way to overweight, he is still fit. His shoulders are broad. His chest is firm. I'd often fantasized about Uncle Tom, imagined being fucked by him. Hell, some of my earliest masturbatory fantasy had me riding his cock, a cock I was certain was huge. If the size of his feet, the size of his hands, and the way he wore his Levis were any indication, Uncle Tom had to be hung. I now had proof. Once Uncle Tom released his cock from his jeans. His right hand massaged his cock, readying it for Dad's mouth. He walked toward Dad. Dad sat there, staring at Uncle Tom. Daring him to do the unspeakable. But the intensity of Dad's glare didn't stop Uncle Tom. "You like this cock, Steve? A big faggot like you has got to like a big cock like this. Are you ready, Steve? Are you ready to gag on my meat? Uncle Tom took Dad's head and moved it toward his crotch. Dad seemed to refuse, but Uncle Tom was insistent, forcing Dad's mouth open. Dad soon gave in. He looked at me. Opened his mouth and took Uncle Tom's cock. I watched, torn between anger at Uncle Tom's abuse and lust fueled by the scene taking place on my couch. Uncle Tom's hands never left Dad's head. By now I'm sure he too realized that Dad had opened his mouth willingly; there was no need to force-feed him. But Uncle Tom liked power. His cock was rock hard, stretching Dad's mouth. Though I have a nice piece, neither Dad nor I were anywhere near as big as Uncle Tom. His cock was long - somewhere around nine inches - and thick. Not too thick - Dad could take it without too much difficulty - but certainly thicker than most cocks. As hung as Uncle Tom was, I'm not sure he equaled the Uncle Tom I had imagined; in my fantasies he was blessed with a dick that put Jeff Stryker to shame. With every thrust, he pulled Dad to his crotch. Dad gagged. But Uncle Tom never stopped. "Come on, Steve. Suck it like you want it. Suck it, baby... Suck it... Now that's a blow job." I stood there, naked. Watching as my Dad was used by my uncle. I moved closer -- I couldn't help myself, I started stroking my dick, lost in the scene before me. Uncle Tom turned to me. Handing me the lube that Dad and I had been using. "Here, Jimmy. Lube that fucker up." I did what I was told. Not quite sure why Uncle Tom cared what I did with my cock. But too turned on to do anything but what I was told. "Hey Steve? Look at me." Dad looked up at Uncle Tom. Uncle Tom pulled his cock out of Dad's mouth. "You like this, don't you faggot?" Dad stayed silent. Uncle Tom took his cock, rubbed it along Dad's face. "Come on, Steve. Tell me you like it. Tell me." Dad mumbled. "What was that, Fucker?" Dad was silent. "Jimmy? I think your daddy's enjoying himself. Why don't you join in?" I stood there. Unsure of what I was supposed to do. "Come on. Dumbshit. Move over here and put your cock in your dad's mouth. I want to see him service his little boy." Dad reached for my cock and was soon blowing me. We both watched as Uncle Tom took his clothes off. He removed his shirt, revealing his hairy chest, broad shoulders, and navy tattoo. He undid his belt, and stepped out of his pants. He was impressive. A big man. Hairy. Hung. And certainly turned on. "Damn." "What was that, Jimmy?" "I said Damn." "You like this. You like men, don't you boy?" "Oh, yeah." "You like your Daddy? You like it when he fucks you?" "Yes, Sir." "How about we work your daddy over good, boy." Uncle Tom told me to sit on the couch. "Steve, keep sucking your boy. I'm going to use your other hole." While dad moved to his hands and knees, his face firmly planted in my crotch, Uncle Tom took the lube and covered his cock. When he was sufficiently slick, he slid his fingers into Dad's waiting hole, lubing him in the process. "Are you ready, Steve" Dad didn't stop sucking my cock; he just shoved his ass towards Uncle Tom. Without any hesitation, Uncle Tom's boner found its way into Dad's ass. Dad stopped sucking my cock for a moment. His head went to his shoulders. "FUCK...Tom...That fucker hurts." "Shut up, faggot. You know how to take it. Shut up and let me ride." And ride he did. Dad soon got used to the size of Uncle Tom's cock and lost himself in the double pounding he was receiving. I fucked his face. Tom fucked his asshole. And Dad just kept taking whatever we were giving. I was mesmerized by the sight of Uncle Tom's cock moving in and out of Dad's hole. One moment Uncle Tom's hairy crotch was pressed up against Dad's hairy ass. The next I saw Uncle Tom's shaft move out of Dad's hole. In and out. I was impressed with Uncle Tom's ability to fuck. He rode Dad hard. He knew how to fuck fast. And the pounding Dad was receiving was equal to any I had ever given him. "Hey, Steve. You know where I want to shoot my load?" Dad kept sucking my cock. "I want to shoot it all over Jimmy. And then I want to see you eat it off of your little boy." "Fuck, yeah." "Oh, you like that Jimmy?" "Yes, Sir." "Hey, Steve. How'd you like to see me fuck your little boy first? Give him a taste of what you just got." Dad stopped sucking my cock. He looked at me. "Let me lube him up first, Tom." Dad's mouth moved from my cock to my ass. In no time his tongue and his spit were filling my hole. "That's it faggot. Get him ready for my meat. Can you take it, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." I could take it. And at that moment, wanted to take it with an intensity that scared me. Dad moved away from me. "He's all yours, Tom" Uncle Tom took his cock from Dad's ass and moved towards the couch and me. I was transfixed, staring at his slick cock. He reached for my legs, pulled them up and pulled me towards him. As with Dad, Uncle Tom showed no restraint. He pierced me, thrusting deep. I gasped. I moaned. And I took every inch. I was getting fucked by a man who knew how to fuck. Every thrust hit home. Every thrust made me gasp in pain and in pleasure. My Uncle hovered over me. A giant of a man. A giant of a cock. And every inch a fuck machine. "OK, Stevey. Get over hear. I'm ready to shoot..." Uncle Tom pulled out of me. Stroking his boner. Dad was there, ready to feed. I watched as Uncle Tom shot his sperm. His first jet of seed hit my face. The rest of his cum soon covered my chest. Dad was there to eagerly take what he had just been given. I watched as he licked Uncle Tom's cum from my face. I watched as he cleaned my chest and stomach. I watched as he moved towards my mouth. I opened my mouth to receive his kiss and Uncle Tom's cum. Catching his breath, Uncle Tom watched us kiss. "Damn, you two are sick. Fucking sick." Dad ended his kiss. "You think so Tom?" "Fuck." Dad got up. "Jimmy, come over here." I got up and walked towards Dad. Dad held out his cell phone. "Look what I got here." I looked and I saw. While Uncle Tom was fucking me, Dad had used his cell phone to remember the occasion. There, for all the world to see, was Uncle Tom. Naked. Fucking his nephew. "Looks like you're kinda sick, too, Tom." "Fuck." "Yeah, fuck is right. Jimmy it looks like you and I have some catching up to do. Looks like your Uncle is going have to do what we want for a while." Dad smiled at me. Turned to Uncle Tom. "Now lets see if you bottom as well as you top."