Date: Sun, 15 May 2005 06:19:30 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Dago Doin's

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If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story.  I'd really
like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I
have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd
like me to write about. I only hear from a few people on each story. I'd
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Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the
only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse
for being kinky.

Enjoy!

Jon


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Dago Doin's

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.net

M/m oral anal 1st time incestual



[facial shot, non-bearded face]

"Hey! Name's Burt. You that writer guy Dave said wanted to hear about when
I was in the Navy? Yeah! Cool. So, look... you ain't gonna use real names
or anything like that, are ya?"

"Cool! Okay, anything in particular you want to hear about?"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, anything sexy then, huh. You don't care how weird?"

"Okay, you asked for it! Well, back when I'd been in the Navy for about
sixteen years I was stationed at Balboa Naval Hospital in San Diego. I was
a second-class heavy engine mechanic. I was responsible for the big diesel
engined emergency generators, which meant that I didn't really have a lot
to do. I'd help out at the power plant sometimes, and the Chief appreciated
that, but mostly, I just had a lot of time off. I had a key to a side gate
(for emergencies) so I could pretty much come and go as I pleased."

"Right across the street from the hospital was one of Balboa Parks less
infamous rest rooms. Not a lot of action, but I liked to check it out
anyway. In those days getting a nut was getting a nut and I really didn't
care who helped me get off as long as I didn't have to do it by myself. It
was hot this one day I decided to take the afternoon off so I dressed in
gray Bermudas, a dark blue tank top and my aviators dark glasses that a
Corpsman buddy of mine got for me. Not exactly approved clothing, but then
I didn't have to pass the gate guards, did I!"

[Burt walking across street]

It was a buzzy soft warm afternoon like we used to get a lot in Dago
(that's what us sailor types liked to call San Diego). I sauntered across
the empty street in a civilian sort of way, thinking about nothing in
particular. There didn't seem to be anyone around, but I had to pee anyway,
so I went into the public john.

There was a sailor in really tight tailored whites standing in front of one
of the pissers so, naturally, I swaggered up to the pisser right next to
his and dug out my meat, letting it flop free. It swung a few times and
then stretched itself out, pulling my loose foreskin back far enough to
bare my wide piss slit. I looked over at the sailor, who was watching my
show with barely concealed interest, and cut loose with my usual heavy piss
stream. His eyes widened and I grinned at him. His eyes flicked up at mine,
but went right back to my pissing honker. The kid was almost drooling. I'd
seen him around, and been interested. He was a Hospitalman, only been in
the service about a year, but he was a real clean-cut blond hunk with a
high and tight ass that made me drool. Cute as a button and I was getting
the feeling that he wasn't all that unavailable.

I finished my piss and took my time shaking off the last drops and then
stepped back from the pisser, turning so the kid could see what I had to
offer face on. His eyes lit up and I looked down and saw that the little
knob he'd been holding now filled his fist. I gave him a smile of approval
and the kid actually started to shake he was so excited.

"You're the guy who runs the generators at the hospital, aren't you."

"Yeah. What of it?"

"Nothing. It's just that, well, would you be interested in earning some
extra money? Easy?"

"What's the deal?"

"There's this rich old guy that wants to see me get fucked. If you're
interested, I'm sure there's a couple of hundred bucks in it for us."

I looked the kid up and down and he was cute as a puppy, and if he'd had a
tail, he'd have been wagging it he was so eager. Now, I'm no fairy, but a
nice tight sailor butt is nothing to kick out of bed on a cold night, or
even on a warm afternoon in Southern California. "Okay. What's the deal?"

"A car'll pick us up behind the Aerospace museum at three. He'll want to
see you in uniform too.  You don't have to do anything but fuck me, maybe
let me suck you, but the old man gets to watch. You interested?"

"Yeah. We split the money 60-40. I get the big piece and you do what I tell
you. That okay with you?"

"Yes, Sir!" the kid answered, real respectful like.

"Okay. I'll see you at three." I put the bait away and reached over and
groped the kids ass. "I'm going to enjoy plugging this. Hope you can handle
what I have to offer."

"I'll try, Sir."

"You'd better do better than try!"

*****

An hour later I was in my whites and headed across the street to Balboa
Park. Now, I'd been around the Navy a while, even been up to Chief a few
times, but it seemed like every time I made rank, something happened and
I'd end up getting busted. I wasn't exactly beautiful, but I was all
man. Square jawed face with a beard that showed even while I was
shaving. Hair curling up over my spotlessly white t-shirt. Muscles bulging
out my uniform all over the place and a 'salty' dixie cup cocked over my
thick eyebrow. I saw the kid waiting under the shade of a eucalyptus tree
and a loooong limo pulled up just as I got to him. The chauffeur got out
and held the back door open for us and I groped the kids ass as he bent
over to climb in. The chauffeur didn't blink an eye and I grinned as I
climbed in behind the kid.

The ride was quiet and I poured myself a snifter of some excellent brandy
from the bar in the plush limo. I even let the kid have a sip, but he had
trouble swallowing the stuff, good as it was. The limo went through a high
stone fence as electric gates automatically opened up in front of us. We
pulled up in front of a hellacious big mansion right on the La Jolla
cliffs. The property alone must have been worth millions, even back
then. The chauffeur got out and opened the door for us again and I climbed
out. Without even turning around I said, "Come on! Get a move on, Boy!" and
headed for the huge oak front doors without even looking behind me.

One of the doors was opened by a well-dressed grey-haired gent about
fifty-five maybe. "This your place?" I asked.

Somewhat taken aback by my abruptness, the old guy blinked and said,
"Why... Yes, it is."

"Name's Burt." I said, sticking my hand out. "My boy here has some lessons
to learn and somebody told me you might have a room where I could teach
him."

Blinking like he was a bit lost with how fast things were moving, the old
guy took my hand automatically and shook it. "Why... Uh... Well, yes. I
think I might have a room you can use."

I waited a second and then said, "Well? You want to show us where the room
is? You got a name, or do I just say, 'Hey, you'?"

"Oh, yes. You can call me Tony," he said, letting go of my hand, the
softness of his hand having been somewhat abraded by the calluses on
mine. "Bring your boy right this way, Burt." he said, leading the way
upstairs and into the biggest bedroom I'd ever seen. It had a huge
four-poster bed near the floor-to-ceiling glass doors that looked over the
veranda and across several acres of private lawn to the ocean.

Turning around I looked right at the old man and sized him up. Now that his
surprise was over he was obviously very much in control of himself and
radiated the same personal power and self-confidence I was used to seeing
only in Admirals. "If you'd like to have a seat and watch, Tony, I'd sure
appreciate any comments you'd care to make in case I forget something the
boy should be learning."

"Why, yes. Thank you!, Burt. I'd be glad to help out if I can."

I had to admit that the old guy sure got back on his feet in a hurry. He
walked over and sat down on a chair that looked like someone's throne with
an excellent view of the bedroom --- and bed. I turned to the kid. "Close
the damn door and get your ass over here, boy!"

"Yes, Sir!" he snapped out as he quickly closed the door behind him and
came right over to me.

"Haven't you learned how to stand at attention, boy?"

"Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!" the kid said, snapping to attention. I inspected
the kid like I was the Inspector General with a mad-on. Gigging him for
every little lose thread and crease in his uniform. I had him sweating
pretty good, really believing that he was going to catch hell for being so
un-squared away. I used my hands freely in my inspection, groping his
hardening crotch and taking my time making sure of the fit of his uniform
across his hard ass.

"Strip down so I can inspect your underwear you grung-ball!" I ordered with
my nose right in his face.

"Yes, Sir!" he quickly replied and immediately started stripping off his
shoes, socks, uniform and hat.

"Fold that shit up neatly, boy!" I ordered.

Jumping half out of his skin, the kid yelled, "Yes, Sir!" like he was still
in boot camp and started picking up his clothes and folding them neatly and
putting them on a chair. He came back over to me and stood at attention
again, his stiff little peg taking the opportunity to jut out of the
opening of his GI issue white boxer shorts.

I looked right at his jaunty little prong and smiled up at him. "It's good
to see you at attention boy!" The kid swelled up with pride and I thought
he was going to bust he was trying to stand tall so hard. I continued his
inspection, carefully examining his underwear and then demanding his
underpants so I could inspect for track marks. The kid quickly pushed the
boxers down over his narrow hips. He had a little trouble getting the waist
band over his jutting wand, but he quickly stepped out of the baggy issue
boxers and handed them to me. I turned them inside out and carefully
inspected for track marks and, grunting in approval, handed them back to
him and pointed at the pile of his clothes. He folded the underpants and
put them on the stack of clothing and quickly returned to attention in
front of me. I put him at parade rest and walked around him, admiring the
way he looked wearing only his shining white tee shirt.

I ran my hands over his bare ass enjoying the feeling of the smooth flesh
with its bare coating of fine, almost white down. My fingers wandered down
the tight crack between the cheeks of the kids ass. I even poked his
butthole with a finger and then smelled it to make sure he was clean down
there. The smell of healthy boy flesh gave me about half a hard-on. I
reached back down and checked out his marriage tackle pretty carefully. The
kid got so hard that his stiff little pecker was up rigid against his belly
and his cute little balls were sucked up hard against the thick base of his
shaft. I decided to see what sort of physical condition he was in.

"OK, boy. Attention! Now, give me 100 jumping jacks --- and count 'em out
for me!"

"Yes, Sir!" the kid called out, immediately starting to do jumping
jacks. "One, Sir!; Two, Sir!; Three, Sir!..."

I backed off and me and the old man enjoyed just watching the kid bounce
around for a while. I walked over behind the kid again and gradually worked
a finger up inside his butt as he bounced up and down. He broke out in a
sweat that didn't have all that much to do with the exercise he was
getting, but I noticed that he kept his butt right there in the palm of my
hand. The old man was watching with glittering eyes and a grin on his face.

The kid finished his exercise and automatically went back to attention,
trapping my finger between his tightly clenched buttcheeks. "Okay,
wiseass!" I said, trying to sound displeased. "Bend over and touch your
toes!"

"Yes, Sir!"

The kid did what he was told and I worked my finger back out of his tight,
sweaty butthole. "Okay, smart butt, that's going to cost you fifty
push-ups. Count 'em off!"

The kid fell forward into push-up position and started cranking out
push-ups like they were his favorite thing. I watched for a bit and then
got down on one knee and reached under the hard muscled blond boy. I pulled
his pecker down from his belly and held it in my fist with my fist resting
on the floor. This meant that the kid was fucking my hand as he pumped out
his push-ups. His counting got a little ragged but he managed to finish the
exercise and get back up to attention with no major 'accidents'. He stood
there panting as I walked over and sat down on a straight-backed chair in
front of one of the big windows.

"Okay! Get over here at parade rest, boy. It's time for your 'short arm'
inspection."

The kid just about bounced across the room in his eagerness to do as I'd
said. Standing proudly spraddle legged in front of me, he thrust his hips
forward to make sure I had complete access for my inspection. I inspected
the kid's balls real carefully, taking my time and making sure that they
were in prime, US Navy shape. I even lifted the kids balls out of the way
and carefully inspected the smooth and hairless taint leading back to his
tight little asshole. The kid was pretty amazing. Eager and mature for his
age, but his blond hair was sparse and almost invisible even were he had
any at all. On his head of course, and a little tuft under each arm, a
little band up over the top of his dick, but none on his back, butt, chest,
balls, or legs until you got down below his knees. Not even a treasure
trail leading up to his tight little belly button, just the smooth little
patch right on top of his sex peg.

I gave the kids balls a good rubbing to warm them up, but they refused to
relax down from the base of his cock at all. Next I started inspecting the
kids man tool. Totally hard, it was maybe six inches long along the top and
pretty stout. A nice strong cock for a boy to have. Not as big as a real
mans would be, but just the right size for a boy. I pulled it down from the
kids belly to inspect the top. He grunted a little, but didn't back
off. He'd been left natural, so I pulled the foreskin back, making sure it
moved smoothly without binding and then I carefully sniffed the bared head
to make sure the kid was keeping it clean. There was a little bit of a
musty, male smell to him, but that was just the smell of a clean, healthy
boy. I most carefully inspected for any little sores or rough spots, but
the kids dick was completely pristine. By the time I was finishing my
inspection, the kid was leaking pretty good and I decided to give him the
old taste test. I took the head of his prong in my mouth and the kid went
right up on his toes and started shaking all over. I looked up at him and
my eyes told him that he was going to be in deep shit if he lost
control. He tried to calm himself down, and every time he'd come close to
succeeding, I'd either suck at him or wipe my tongue over the slick, smooth
head of his dick, causing him to go crazy again. I kept him right on the
edge of cumming, which he managed to keep from doing, but he pumped a quart
of lube into my mouth trying to hold his cum back. I finally relented and
let go of him, but he was so close to loosing it I thought he was going to
pass out.

"Good! Tastes nice and healthy. You ever had someone inspect you like this,
boy?"

Struggling to maintain control, the kid stuttered out, "Uh... N.. N... No,
S... S... Sir! No, Sir! Nobody never done nothing l... like tha... that
before, S... S... Sir!"

"Good." I said, getting up. "I don't want my boy letting just anybody touch
him. You understand me, boy!"

"Ses... yes, Si... Sir! I understand, Sir!"

"Good!" I swatted his butt. "Now take your tee-shirt off and get up on the
bed on your back. It's time to inspect your butt."

"Yes, SIR!" the kid said eagerly, scrambling up on the bed and throwing his
tee shirt up on the pillows.

I reached over and swatted his fine butt again and told him to put his
undershirt away properly. He hurried to comply and I turned to the old
man. "You got any lubricant?"

He pointed at the bedside table. "Try the top drawer." he said.

The drawer held Vaseline and KY jelly both. As well as rubbers and a
collection of variously sized and shaped dildo's and buttplugs as well as
an assortment of other toys including some of the wickedest french-ticklers
I'd ever seen. I sort of wished the kid was a little better broken in so I
could try some of the ticklers out, especially the one with green knobs and
the long red tongue.

The kid came back and climbed up on the bed again. I told him to scooch
down to the end of the bed and to pull his knees up to his chest. The bed
was sort of soft and the kid wasn't rocked back quite the way I wanted him
so I asked the old man if he wanted to help the kid out. He about jumped
out of the chair and reached across the bed, pulling the kid's legs back
until his butt was tilted up to were I could get to it easily and the old
man could really see what was about to happen.

I held my hand up where the kid could see it and made a big production of
pulling on one of those rubber gloves doctors used for examinations and
then lubricated the first two fingers with lots of KY. I reached down and
the kid grunted as I pushed my index finger up inside of him but soon
started humming deep down in his chest as I probed around and got his
channel slicked up. He grunted again when I pulled out and pushed back in
with my longer and fatter middle finger but when I pulled back and pushed
back in with both fingers he just started humming/moaning louder and the
base of his stiffie started pulsing. I pulled out before he could blow his
wad.

Carefully pulling off the glove so it was inside out, I dropped it on the
chair I'd been sitting on. Moving off to the side to another chair so both
the kid and the old man could see me clearly, I ignored them and unzipped
the side zipper on my tailored jumper. I struggled a bit getting the jumper
off over my head and left the black silk rolled neckerchief around the big
sailors collar as I hung it over the back of the chair. I pulled my t-shirt
off over my head and spread it out over the jumper. Running my hand over
the thick black curls on my chest and bulging belly, I turned and looked at
my audience. They were both watching every move I made. The kid rippled his
six-pack belly to lift his butt and I grinned at him and gave him a wink. I
turned back and put my foot up on the chairs expensive fabric and unlaced
my highly polished shoe, kicking it off under the chair. The other shoe
soon followed and then my black socks and white pants were on the seat of
the chair. I turned my back on the two voyeurs and slid my navy boxer
shorts down, lifting a foot to take them off and put them on the chair.

I took my time for a good stretch and yawn so they could scope out the
heavy muscles in my hairy back and butt. When I turned around I heard them
both gasp as my fat, ten inch heat seeking muscle missile swung around,
searching for a target. The kid looked like he'd have run away if the old
man hadn't been holding him down.

I walked over to the bed, my Johnson sticking straight out and swinging
from side to side. I stopped at the side of the bed, picked up the tube of
KY and started liberally greasing up Mr. Johnson. I looked right at the
kid, who was intently watching what I was doing, and asked him, "My finger
exam didn't tell me what I need to know. I need to do a deeper
inspection. That okay with you?"

The kid hesitated, staring at the shining length that was now swinging
free. He finally looked up at me and, almost desperately, said, "Y y y y
yes... Uh... OK. Whatever you think I need, Sir."

I reached over and patted his head, knowing that we were doing this for
money, but I was really starting to care about this young sailor and didn't
want to scare or hurt him. "You just take it easy, son, and I'll be real
gentle with you. Okay?"

The kid looked up at me, relaxing as he decided to trust me. "Yes, Sir." he
said clearly, without stuttering. "Please do whatever you need to do, Sir."

Smiling at him, I reached down and kissed the kid on the forehead. Right
then, I didn't give a damn if the old man thought I was a faggot or not. My
only interest was in the kid. I moved down to the end of the bed and
started rubbing my hands all over the kids fine ass, really liking what I
saw, comparing it with all the others I'd know, male and female alike. This
ass, and the kid attached to it, easily made me hornier than any other ass
I'd ever had. The old man moved aside so I could look right at the kid. I
pulled my foreskin back and put the nose of my fat cockhead right up
against the tight little rosebud. The kid flinched, but held still for
me. I leaned forward and put my hands down on either side of the
kid. Staring right into his eyes, I started putting pressure on his
opening.

"Let's see if we can make a regular sea-going sailor out of you, okay,
son?"

The kid gulped, sweat pouring off his forehead, but he nodded and, more
honestly than I'd ever heard anyone speak before, said, "Yes, sir. Please
make me a real man, Daddy."

I stopped and looked down at him, what he wanted starting to dawn on
me. "You ever had anyone inspect you like this, boy?"

The kid blushed. "No, Sir. I've never had anyone touch me like this, Sir."

Tears were starting to form in the kid's eyes and it looked like he might
start crying at any time. I pushed a bit harder against his virgin portal
and stared at him, pretty sure I knew what he was thinking. I'd never been
able to hang out with a woman long enough to have kids of my own, but if
I'd ever had one, I'd have wanted him to turn out just like this kid. I
cleared my throat and looked right into the kid's eyes. "You want to be my
boy? Or, do you want to be my son?" I asked, serious as a battleship in
full roar.

Tears started leaking out of the corners of the kid's eyes down the sides
of his face. "Sir. Oh, Sir. I want a Daddy. I want a Daddy who will touch
me and love me. Please, Sir. Please."

I didn't know who the hell this kids real father was, but I was pretty sure
the guy was a total asshole. Anyone who would leave a kid like this needing
love so bad couldn't be much of a man. I felt the old man pulling the kid's
ass cheeks apart and using his fingers to push the head of my cock into the
resisting ring of tight flesh as I leaned forward and put my lips over the
kid's. His mouth opened and I felt the bloated head of my cock pass the
ring into him as my tongue entered his mouth. He cried out from the pain of
having his cherry popped and arched his back. I laid down further and took
his head between my hands, holding him as a father would hold his newborn
son. Chewing on his chin, I kept saying, "My son, my son." over and over as
I continued to penetrate him.

I didn't know what the hell was going on for sure, a ruff-gruff old seadog
like me and a soft, shoreside kid like this. All I knew was that I think I
needed a son in my life just as much as this straining, battered kid seemed
to need a father. That and the fact that this kid would make the best son a
man could ever have.

I ground my pubic hair against the kids ass and felt more than saw the old
man let go and move back across the room to his chair. The kid reached up
and grabbed my head and locked his lips to mine trying to suck my tongue
off at the same time he was washing my mouth out with his tongue.

We spent the next hour, or lifetime, or whatever, bonding as closely as any
father and son have ever been bonded. We ended up, breathing heavy and
sweating, in the middle of the bed with me behind the kid, still plugged
into him. The old man came over to the bed and stood there, looking down at
us. The kid reached up and took his hand. "Grandpa. Can Burt be my Daddy?
Please?"

'Grandpa?' I thought. 'Grandpa? What the fuck is going on?'

The old man, Tony, looked down at me. "Our family is known for making quick
and lasting decisions, son. But maybe you need to think about this. I'm not
sure how my son managed to care about someone else long enough to even make
a baby, but I do know that my grandson needs a father in his life, and I
think you'd do just fine. You've been careful and loving with my grandson,
and I'd be proud to have you in the family. Wish my son had been more like
you in fact. Take some time to think it over. It's a hell of a commitment
to make, but my grandson needs someone like you, and I approve."

I gulped myself, the tables had turned, but I knew what I wanted, what I
had to do. I pulled my son closer to me and looked up at the old man. At
Tony. "No way I'm letting go of this boy if he'll have me, Sir. I need him
as bad as I think he needs me. If he wants me to be his Daddy, then he's my
boy, my son. Forever!"

*****

The door opened and slammed downstairs. "That's Tommy now." The man I was
interviewing stood up and said. "You'll have to excuse me. I need to get
cleaned up. Tonight's our night to have dinner with Tony. You can come back
another time if you'd like to talk to my son."

The ex-sailor walked me to the front door, briefly introducing me to his
tall, handsome son, and I walked away bemused by the story I'd just
heard. If you guys are interested, let me know, because I'd sure like to
interview Tommy, and maybe his grandfather as well.


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