Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2004 16:18:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fixing the Itch (M/b, incest)

This is a story about love between a father and son. If it's not legal for
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"Hey dad, can you help me with somethin'?"

"Sure Bobby, what is it?" I said.

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing....." he said.

"Well, son, I can't help you if you don't tell me, right?" I asked him.

"Yeah .... I guess so," he said. "It's uhh, well, umm..." I started
laughing, and said, "I completely understand. You want to start having sex
with your girlfriend, and you'd like to use my bed, is that right?" I
grinned at him.

"Dad, no way, uhh, it's my butt. It itches and I don't know what to do. I
don't know if it's cause of poison ivy, or what? And it's driving me
crazy." As if to illustrate his point, he gave his rear end a healthy
couple of scratches.

As a single father of a 12 year old boy, I'd been called on to look at a
lot of things I'd rather not think about, what with the usual maladies of a
healthy boy growing up, so I didn't think too much about this.  My wife,
Bobby's mother, had split when he was 3, so it had been just he and I for
the last 9 years.  Bobby was growing up well, and I was very proud of
him. Smart as a whip, good looking, with long light brown hair that hung
down in his eyes, eyes that seemed to reflect the sky on a clear day,
nicely even white teeth, as I knew the advantages that a nice smile could
bring him in life, 5' 4" tall and an even 100 pounds, I figured he'd fill
out as he hit puberty.

He was already starting to hit that - I could hear him grunting lightly in
the bathroom some mornings, as he jacked off. If he was anything like me,
he'd be doing that a lot until he found a girl (or boy) friend. I
masturbated at least twice a day, as I didn't have a relationship to drain
myself on. At 40, raising a boy and trying to hold onto my job, I didn't
really have a lot of time to entertain some woman. And, truth be told, I
harbored a little anger at women due to my wife bolting as she did.

I'd seen Bobby once or twice in the bathroom recently, partially dressed,
his dick looked like it was about 4 inches long soft, of course that was no
predictor of how he'd look when his adolescence really hit. Naturally, I'd
seen the rest of him constantly. His legs were completely hairless, and the
soccer shorts he wore as a fullback for his Under 13 team showed his legs
and butt off to good advantage. I loved watching him run up and down the
field, gliding lightly over the turf..

He looked equally charming when he gathered with his Scout friends - he'd
been in Scouts since first grade, and he was already on his way to
collecting his share of merit badges. He loved doing all the athletic and
rugged outdoor pursuits that the Scouts are known for, yet as a member of
our church's choir, he could manage to look so angelic in his red cassock
and white surplice. The dichotomy of a young boy, I guess.

"Well, your butt can be itchy for any number of reasons. Poison ivy, like
you said, though that's gotta be pretty unusual. Have you been rolling
around naked in patches of 3-branched low lying ground cover recently?

"Uh, NO, dad!" Bobby replied, rolling his eyes.

"Well, it can itch because of a skin eruption, or because it just isn't
cleaned all that well, or any number of other reasons. Why don't you let me
take a look at it."

"Umm, okay," he said reluctantly. Bobby shimmied down his cutoffs to the
floor next to my seat on the sofa, then stepped out of them delicately. I
noticed he was popping a slight woody, and recalled back to when I was his
age. I think I went around with a hard on 23 hours a day. His tighty
whities were tenting out the front, but I decided not to say anything,
remembering how such a comment would have made me feel at his age.

"Lay on my lap," I said. "Then I can see what the problem is." Bobby laid
his slim hips across my blue- jeaned lap, with his round ass facing up. I
began to feel a slight tingle in my crotch, and hoped it would go away. His
round butt cheeks filled out his underpants nicely, and I felt another stir
in my pants.  Dismissing the sensation, I placed my hands on the waistband
of his underpants, my fingers pressing against his smooth, warm skin, and
said, "Okay, I'm gonna pull 'em down, okay?"

Bobby grunted, and lifted his bottom up higher, and I drew them off to the
right side of the sofa down his legs, until they gathered at his knees. My
breath was taken away momentarily, by the utter beauty and perfection of
his rear end! I'd always been an afficionado of the female ass, but here
was a butt that put most women to shame!

His skin was completely and perfectly clear-complexioned, with no pimples
or any other mark to mar the creaminess of his skin. The pale color of his
ass complemented, rather than contrasted, the tanned skin of his back, and
further down his thighs. There was not a single hair anywhere that I could
see on his butt, though I hadn't yet inspected his crevice. Each butt cheek
was a portrait of male beauty, perfectly round and symmetrical, both
together creating a mysterious crevice between them, in which I knew there
was more exploration to do.

The act of pulling his underpants off had pulled his young cock down, too,
and its pink, cut head nestled on the rough fabric of the jeans on my
thighs, his equally pink, and hairless, balls resting on, and partially
covering his dick. It was clear that his firm young cock was getting a lot
firmer! It looked like it stretched out for a good 5 1/2 inches, and was
pretty thick across. The tightening sensation in my own pants increased,
and I felt a warmth there.

Looking down at his underpants, I could see the brown streaks that everyone
becomes familiar with at one time or another, and several roundish brown
spots among them.

"Does it itch on your cheeks, like here," I said, touching him on the
rounded fullness of his bottom, "or inside, by your ass hole?"

"Inside," he grunted, breathlessly. "I poke inside it, trying to scratch
it," he said. That explained the rounded brown spots, and the probable
source of his discomfort. They were from his finger probing through his
underpants inside his hole, trying to alleviate the itch.

"Well, let me take a closer look," I said. I gently separated Bobby's warm,
full ass cheeks. Bobby sighed, and wiggled his crotch against mine. Now I
could clearly feel my own cock expanding, pressing back against Bobby's
naked groin. Separating, and looking between Bobby's perfect ass cheeks, I
followed the lightly tinted skin down to where it led, his pink-ringed anal
pucker.

As long as I'd been a parent, I'd never really looked at Bobby's nether
hole, other than to wipe it when he was still in diapers. Focusing on it
now, I appreciated how his perfect butt was supplemented by his equally
perfect anal opening. I had loved eating out my wife's, and before her,
girlfriends' asses whenever I got a chance, and that same desire began to
overcome me.

"I'm going to touch you in here," I said, and lightly ran my finger down
inside his hot crack. As my finger approached Bobby's pucker, he sighed,
then reached under himself to hold his penis in his hand.  I could feel the
texture of his silky skin around his anus change, to a greasy film, against
the rough skin of my finger. The heat level increased dramatically, too,
until my finger was poised against his hole.

"That feels a lot better when you itch me there, dad," he said.

"Scratch, Bobby, not `itch.' I imagine it would," I said. "When you've got
an itch, that's a real relief. Let me check this out further."

I let my finger scrape across the skin of his anal ring, and the pucker
itself, which really caused Bobby to squirm, his hole to reflexively close
tight on my fingertip momentarily, and his cock to harden even more. Then I
removed my finger from his hole, and brought it up to my nose. The smell of
residual boy shit was unmistakable. I had loved that smell ever since I was
a young boy myself, the faint smell of poop residue, on my underpants at
first, then on my fingers, when I'd worm my index finger up my ass.

Later, as I went through puberty, I found myself attracted to girls' butts,
and when I became sexually active, I'd never miss a chance to get to the
girl's anus, whether with my finger or dick, or on a few occasions, my
enormously grateful tongue and nose. Bobby mother, my wife, had consented
to that a few times, and I'd always cum powerfully with the smell of her
ass in my nose hairs.

Sniffing my finger delicately, savoring the scent, I touched the tip to my
nose inside, hoping that the aroma would linger. I then licked it,
ostensibly to get it wet, and decrease any possible discomfort for Bobby,
but also because I was curious to taste him intimately, if only by
proxy. The taste of my finger was slightly sweet, with a bitter under
taste. I thoroughly wet my finger, then brought it back to Bobby's waiting
ass.

"This might feel a little uncomfortable, son," I said. "I'm gonna slip the
tip of my finger in there."

Bobby didn't reply, but just wiggled his butt, as though anxious for me to
proceed. I supposed he was looking for relief from his itching. I rested my
fingertip against the pink, puckered opening, and the smooth, rubbery skin
seemed to lightly grasp my finger, like a trained dog taking a morsel into
its mouth without eating it. I pressed lightly into the opening, and my
finger slipped in up to the first knuckle.  Bobby sighed loudly, and I
said, "Is that okay? It doesn't hurt does it?"

"No, dad, it feels kinda ..... nice," Bobby replied, wiggling his sweet ass
for emphasis. "I don't mind it."

I wiggled my finger around a little bit, marveling at the warmth and
silkiness his bottom had on my finger. Bobby's cock gave a perceptible jerk
against my thigh, and I could feel his fingers moving around his penis.

"I'm going to go in a little deeper," I said. Bobby didn't say anything,
but his ass rose up a few inches, as he tried to drive me deeper inside
him.

"Yeah, dad," Bobby grunted, "that's SO much better. It really feels better
when you're deep inside there. My itch, I mean." I could hear the blush in
Bobby's words, but I was enjoying the feel of his tight young ass hole
around my finger too much to want to stop. I thrust my finger deeper inside
his tight ass, and he renewed his thrusting upward against me. Soon, my
finger was buried all the way up to my palm inside his rear.

"I'll try moving in and out, I think that'll help with your itch," I
said. My cock was swelling now, and it was clear that I was filled with
lust for Bobby's tight young ass, but I really didn't care at
all. Beginning a fucking motion, in and out, with my finger, I'd pull it
almost all the way out, until only the tip was still contained inside
Bobby's warm rectum, then thrust back deep inside, plunging my finger into
his warmth, making him sigh loudly on my lap.

His finger movements on his cock were increasing now, and as Bobby played
with himself lewdly on my lap, I finger fucked his cute ass hole, wishing
it were my cock, and my tongue, in there, though I knew it was wrong.

"Oh, God daddy, oh yes, that feels SO good in there, please scratch me
harder. Yes!" At this exclamation, I hesitated, but Bobby spurred me on,
and I renewed my thrusting. "Please! Don't stop!  OH! YEAH!! Oh, fuck! Uhh!
Uhh!" I suddenly felt a warm spurt over my thigh, and I looked down to see
a string of thick boy cum on the fabric of my blue jeans, as Bobby slumped
down on my lap. I slowed, then stopped, the movement of my finger in his
ass, reluctantly.

Bobby turned his face toward me, his right cheek resting against my lap,
his blue eyes gazing peacefully toward me, and the most beautiful glow of
red in his upper cheek, a flush brought on apparently by his climax in my
lap. "Thank you, daddy," he said, and smiled up at me.

Perhaps this story would end there, as just a one time mistake between a
father and son, something we'd both try to ignore over time, if I didn't do
what I did then.

I gathered up some of Bobby's thick cum pooling on my leg, and brought a
small handful of the slick, slimy liquid to Bobby's now pouting hole,
dripping it into his anus, and reinserting my finger using Bobby's male
lubricant to begin finger fucking him again.......


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