Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2019 06:52:42 +0000 (UTC) From: James Jones Subject: Father/Son Intimacy - Chapter 7 DISCLAIMER: This is a completely fictitious story. It should not act like a guide since it deals with Father/Son incest and that is illegal in some areas of the world. This story also involves unprotected sex, and later adultery. If any of this offends you, please do not read further. If you live in a jurisdiction that by some law or reason prohibits you from reading this material then please do not read any further. If homosexual material like this offends you then you should stop reading as well. The copyright of this material is mine, subject to the agreement under this website. I trust that you will enjoy reading the stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them. If you have any comments to pass on, I would very much like to have them. You can write me at: NiftyJames91@yahoo.com One other thing. Nifty.org works hard to bring you these stories. Without a site like Nifty none of our stories would ever reach you. So if you have enjoyed reading at this site, please if you can send in a donation to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to help out. Thanks! Chapter 7. John: Sorry, we fell asleep on the couch. He's up eating some breakfast before he goes to the gym. John texted his brother after kissing Luke good morning. Mark: I can't believe you took pictures. If you have a video, you know I want it ;). Mark was sitting at his desk. He worked as a loan officer for the bank in town. He was great at his job and very well-liked. He had a nice office with a private bathroom. He would often use it to rub out a mid-day load when he wasn't busy. John: Patience my brother ;). He stood up and stretched. "I'm going to jump in the shower, Luke. See you later. Love you!" "Love you too, Dad." Luke called after his father. John's reflection pleased him. He let his hands run up and down his body as he admired himself in the mirror. The broad chest covered in brown (and in some places gray) hair was probably his favorite of his features. His hands gripped his nipples, and he watched as his dick twitched involuntarily. Of course his son had found the connection between his tits and his cock; so had Mark all those years ago. * * * 20 Years Ago. When John was 18 and Mark was 16. Knock, Knock. "Come in," John said. He was laying on his bed reading when his little brother Mark came in. They had always been close, only a couple years apart. The two rarely fought, and both considered the other a close friend as well as a brother. They had discussed everything under the sun and then some. Mark had come out to John two years ago, and John had kept the secret vigilantly. He didn't care that his brother was gay, but he knew a lot of people would. He worried for his little brother though; he might have a rough life ahead of him. Mark sat on the bed next to his brother. The two were in boxer shorts and tshirts, their typical sleepwear. John had already grown a full chest of hair, though it was much shorter and softer than it would be in the future. Mark had only just sprouted hair in his armpits, but his body would catch up and then some. "I wanted to ask you something, but I'm afraid." This caught John of guard. "Why are you afraid, we've never been too afraid to talk about anything." John put his hand on his little brother's shoulder. "You know I'm here for you." Mark just sighed. "It's different this time..." John just waited for his brother to continue. "You know I'm a virgin right?" "Of course, it's not like you can just go find another guy," he whispered the last word, "to fool around with. What's wrong with that?" John turned to face his brother. "You're right. I can't just find someone. And because of that, I know that I'm going to be behind on everything, and it just ..." Mark was blushing so badly that his neck and chest were red. "I should just go, never mind." He stood up. "Now hold on!" John pulled his brother back down onto his bed. "What is it you want to say?" John's eyes were soft and pleading. He loved his brother and sensed that there was real distress behind this. "I ... I can't go find another guy to have fun with." Mark began again. "But ... couldn't I practice with someone I already know?" His heart was thumping in his chest. He was absolutely sure John could hear its every beat. It was impossible to even look at his brother right now. "I think that would be smart! I didn't know you knew anyone else like you!" John beamed! "I don't," was all Mark said as he fidgeted with his hands. "Who did you have in mind then?" "You." John was taken aback for a second. "You want to fool around with ... me?" Mark was a deep shade of crimson now, practically steaming he was sure. "Its not that I want to ... but I figured ... I don't know. I could practice, and you wouldn't tell anyone." "Mark, I'm your brother ... that's wrong." There was no judgement in his voice. He was trying to understand, and he was pretty sure he did. They did everything together, Mark probably just thought this was the only way. "Hey now, don't." Mark's eyes had welled up with tears. John pulled his brother to him into a hug. Mark relented and his tears spilled out slowly. "I'm sorry. You must think I'm a freak." Mark's breathing was calm, but his mild was racing. He knew it would be a long shot, but he was tired of not knowing what any of it was like. "Bud, no. I don't at all. I get it." He rubbed Mark's hair. "I get it, I do. I mean look at me." He smiled. "I'm a stud!" Mark laughed, "Shut up." "I knew the ladies liked me, but I'll be damned. I can pull everyone with these guns!" And with that he postured into a series of body-building poses. Mark didn't miss the chance to see his brother in action. He loved the way his older brother's muscles flexed, and seeing the peek of his brother's armpit hair was the start of what would become a life-long fetish. "You are hot." "I know, little brother, so don't feel bad that I've confused you a bit." "John, I'm not confused. I'm desperate." Mark's words cut the tone. John looked at his little brother. "You know I'm not gay." "Do you need to be to get your dick sucked?" Mark's boldness impressed even himself. "Ha." John laughed in spite of himself. "You've got a point there." He rubbed the back of his head. "Mark ..." "John, we've done everything else in the world together, and we even jacked off that one time at grandpa's. You don't have to do anything but tell me if it's good or bad and how to fix it." For the first time, rationalized the way Mark had, John's mind entertained the idea. It was sick, and he'd never thought of guys that way before. No guy had ever caught his eye, he'd never even spared a glance in the locker room, but here was his little brother offering him a blow job for nothing. He couldn't ignore the bit of sensation his dick was feeling at the thought of getting some head. They went back and forth for another 15 minutes or so. Mark was not so much pleading as trying to justify why it was okay. John was trying to remain obtuse, but by the end of the conversation, he had agreed. John reclined on his bed, his legs spread, and his heart was racing. Him and his brother were about to cross a line that should never be crossed. How would it change their relationship? He couldn't help but worry that this could change everything. But in the back of his mind, as soon as he felt his brother's hand opening the fly of his boxers, a small voice cried out with lust and pleasure. There was a small ache in the back of his brain that would forever find this taboo enticing. He felt Mark's hands gently and slowly fish is chubbed cock out of the opening. For a moment, Mark was just holding it, then without warning, John felt the ecstasy of a warm mouth slowly envelope his cockhead. The voice in the back of his mind roared. Feeling his way through the dark back to John's bed, Mark got on his knees and felt for his brother. His hands traveled slowly up John's thighs until they found the boxers. His hands moved slowly but with purpose. The fabric was just loose enough as his fingers opened the front, and his fingers poured into the hole to find their prize. John's cock was warm and soft. It was the first dick besides his own that Mark had ever touched. His fingers moved over the skin until they had enough purchase to pull it through the underwear's front and into the open air. In the light of the moon, Mark stared at his brother's cock; the lines and the curves of it immortalizing themselves in his brain forever. He leaned down and slid his already wet lips over the head of his brother's cock. The action caused the dick to twitch and move further into his mouth. Mark's tongue wasted no time. It quickly received the gift and worked to cover it in saliva. Mark kept his teeth away from the now hardening visitor, and moved his tongue around the head slowly and with just enough pressure. As John grew to his full length and firmness, Mark worked further down the shaft. He placed his hand flat on John's pubic hair and held his dick at the base while he gorged himself on his brother's thick and deliciously sinful member. Mark appealed to his brother with words like desperate, but his real desire did not escape him. He wanted his brother so badly it hurt. He'd lusted after him since the first time he saw that John's chest had started growing hair. It was only now that he'd had the courage to act. With his brother's cock gagging him, Mark couldn't be happier. They had turned off the lights so that John couldn't see Mark, but there was enough moonlight shining though that when he opened his eyes, he could see all too clearly the image of his little brother working his fully erect cock with a mouth that could only be described as a gift from god. It was a perfect blow job. His little brother had the rhythm, the pressure, the movements, everything right. He was reading John like a book. A coloring book. It was so easy for him. Swirling his tongue around John's head to collect the excess spit, Mark pulled off. "How am I doing?" He whispered. Before John answered, he continued by teasing. He flicked and licked his brother's piss slit. John only barely registered the questions. He muttered, "perfect," between shallow breaths. His baby brother could really suck cock. He wasn't sure how long he would last. John pushed Mark's head away for just a second. "Did I –" Mark started, but then he saw that John was only pushing him away so he could take off his underwear completely. Then Mark got to see John's bush in its glory, and his heavy balls beneath his glistening, stiff cock. From what he could see, even John's ass was hairy. All of this only turned Mark on more. John laid back once again, and he felt Mark's hand stroking his cock once again, but his brother's lips had moved down to his balls. The feeling of Mark's tongue swirling against his scrotum was insane, and then he felt his brother licking behind them. It was a feeling he had never experienced. No girl had ever paid any attention to his sack like that. He moaned, a bit too loudly, but neither of them cared in that moment. Mark pressed his face into his brother's groin and slid his tongue up and down the crevice between his thigh and his balls. John shuddered with pleasure; he had no idea how exciting a blowjob could be. Then, after exploring the newly revealed areas, Mark returned to his goal. In one quick motion, he slid John down his throat and started to work him with new vigor. "Mark, I'm ... I'm ... cumming." John grabbed his blanket and balled his fists. The orgasm was intense, and he didn't warn his brother with enough time to avoid shooting down his throat. Mark didn't mind, in fact he craved exactly what happened. He moaned as John fired his cum into his mouth, and he swallowed every drop. He felt the steel of his brother's cock melt away into a beautiful kind of softness and he never let the dick fall from his mouth. "Bro ..." John panted. "If you don't stop, I'm going to get hard again." Mark just looked him in the eyes, John felt Mark lick the tip of his cock. "I don't think we should," John began. His eyes shut, still reeling from the intense orgasm not a minute before. Mark just kept sucking the soft incestuous cock, but he slid one hand into John's shirt. His hand felt the soft plush fur on John's belly, moving up till he found one of John's soft pink nipples, and he caressed it. Twitch. He softly pinched it. "Ughhh," John let out. And then Mark pinched it harder, and that was all it took. John was not only hard again, but he had a hand on the back of Mark's head. This time he wanted it as much as Mark. They would go on to have a very intimate relationship throughout their lives. One of love. Intensity. Passion. And Filth. * * * Present Day. John tweaked his nipples in the mirror and thought of that first time with his brother. His cock leaked precum onto the bathroom counter. He grabbed his phone, opened the camera, and shot a video of himself squeezing the precum out and rubbing it over his hard 6.5-inch cock. He used it as lube and stroked until he came. He sprayed the mirror, showed his face in the video, and winked. Then sent it to his brother. I want to have you both one day. He texted after. Mark: You know I'm down. I want time with Luke too. John: Getting in the shower, send me something sexy. Mark wasted no time. He got into his office bathroom and opened his workpants. His thick cock was hard as a rock, and he took a nice long video. He recorded his whole bate session, which didn't take long after watching his older brother cum just for him. He used slow rhythmic pumps to make himself last longer, but the video was still only two and a half minutes long. He hit send and said: Couldn't wait to cum. Sorry it wasn't longer. John didn't even watch the video, he just forwarded it to Luke and jumped in the shower. To be continued.