Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 00:27:37 +0100 From: dewi Subject: The Green, Green Grass of Home WARNING The following work of fiction describes sexual acts and incest performed by consenting adults. DO NOT READ IT if you do not appreciate incest and gay male sex or if this material is illegal where you reside. The Green, Green, Grass of Home. David had been staying in his Grandmother's tiny retirement flat for a month now. Four weeks since his mother has passed away. The pain was still raw but it had faded and no longer dominated his life. While his day to day existence was returning to a more normal pattern he had not yet considered the future. It was still enough just to get through one day at a time. His Grandmother on the other hand was more practical. She knew from the start that it was impossible for the lad to stay with her. For a start, the rules of her lease would not allow it; the accommodation was unsuitable too. For another thing there was someone else to consider. She knew who he was and where he was; she had always known but had promised never to mention his name. But that time had passed, the situation was different now. He had to be involved; he had to take some responsibility. There had been telephone calls, arguments, the past dredged up again, old enmities and bitterness but eventually the arrangements had been made, not as she would have wished but it was as it had to be. ****** The cold morning light was filtering through the net curtains, falling onto the teenager who slept fitfully on the couch. He tossed and turned on the makeshift bed. As the sun rose higher in the sky the small room was filled with warmth and the young man began to wake. Another night on the torture rack of a couch made his whole body ache and his joints stiff. He noticed that one particular part of his body was especially stiff. Recently, no matter what position he had gone to sleep in he seemed to wake up with a throbbing erection and his hand firmly gripped around it. It had been a long time since he had had a wet dream but it had been a close call some nights. Relentless hormone production resulted in restless nights of erotic dreams and a constant need for physical relief. As will all boys his age no amount of masturbation was enough to prevent embarrassing erections at unsuitable times. He was not so naive as to think that his full bladder and his hard cock were unrelated. He knew that both would be gone after a visit to the bathroom. Before his Grandmother got up he put his robe around his shoulders and headed for the bathroom. Dropping the robe to the floor he stood at the toilet bowl and looked down at his hard uncut dick pointing skyward. The foreskin was long, hard as he was, the glans were still covered, a small glimpse of purple piss slit visible at the tip. He took the 6-inch shaft in his hand and pointed it down away from his body into the toilet. No piss would flow; he tried again, nothing. Drawing his hips back slightly he relaxed encouraging the release of pressure in his bladder, again nothing, not even a drip. There was only one thing he could do, the hand that held his shaft moved so that the skin covered glans was in his palm. Closing his hand around his purple helmet he worked the hood lightly, massaging the slippery, glans within. The stimulation of his sensitive crown made him quiver with intense feeling. He moved his hand to grip the shaft in the middle; slowly he pulled back exposing his swollen glans. The hood peeled smoothly back from the moist sticky head and gathered behind the prominent corona. He smelt the aroma of his unwashed dick, not rank or acrid but musky and rich. He loved the smell of his own cock, sometimes he would rub his finger under his foreskin and then rub it under his nose so that he could smell it as he wanked, it made him so horny. He inhaled deeply and the hand on his cock started to move forward again, covering the glans. Again and again his hand moved up and down the shaft, covering and uncovering his sensitive meatus. Faster he wanked; pre-cum started to leak from his piss lips resulting in a soft squelching sound on each forward stroke. His hand was now a blur and he was standing on the balls of his feet, his muscles tensed and ready for release. His near hairless testicles rose tight against his body and his face grimaced. His body was engulfed in the intensity of the orgasm. Each thrill magnified as it passed through his distended bladder. His glans swelled becoming dark purple, the piss lips opened as the first jet of cum rocketed out. It hit the wall behind the toilet; a second jet joined it, a third and forth fell onto the cold white porcelain of the toilet bowl. He milked the full length of the shaft and the last few drops fell into the water. All tension now released he relaxed enjoying the after glow of orgasm but was suddenly brought back to reality by Nan banging on the door. The need to piss returned and this time with a little effort the stream began to flow, after a few miss-directed spurts and false starts, a full flow of golden liquid began and his bladder finally drained matching his balls. Thank goodness for luxury absorbent toilet tissue, it mopped up the copious drips of cum running down the wall in a second. A quick flush and all evidence of his ejaculation was washed away. The boy no longer noticed that the small room was thick with the aroma of teen musk and cum. He puts on his robe and ties it securely around his waist, leaving the bathroom to find out what Nan wanted. ****** "You better sit down David" Nan says. David could tell that this was a serious matter by her expression and tone. "What is it Nan, has something happened, are you OK" "Yes I'm fine David but I do have a shock for you. I have just had a telephone call from America, from your father!" David was shocked and stunned. As far as he knew he had no father. As a child he had asked his mother where his father was as any child would. She had made it clear that the subject was forbidden and was never to be mentioned again. He had received the same response from Nan. He guessed Tad (welsh=Father) had died a heroic secret agent in the war or in some terrible accident too gruesome ever to be mentioned. Although he had never stopped wondering he had long since given up actively searching for information about him. He had been cleanly cut out of their lives past and present - until now. "My father Nan? But . . . " "Your father David." She said, emphasising the word so there could be no mistake. "I have respected your mother's wishes until now but he had a right to know. You are his son and he is your nearest kin. I did not want to tell you until it was certain; the call this morning confirmed the final arrangements. I know this is a lot to take in in one go David but sometimes life is like that, we are overtaken by circumstances. You know I love you dearly but I have to do what is best for you and your future, I hope you understand that. You are to fly to America where your father will meet you and you will start a new life with him." David was numbed with the immensity of what he had been told. Not only was the father who he believed to be dead alive but he was to meet him and live with him in America. He could not speak or move he just let the revelations wash over him and sink in. Leaving Nan, his friends and Wales all passed through his head but the excitement of really having a father after so many years made the rest pale into insignificance. The next few days were a whirl of preparation. He had no time to think as he got packed and prepared for the trip and his new life. His final separation from Nan at the airport was tearful as she held him close in one last cwtch (welsh=hug) but he was setting out on a great adventure and the treasure to be discovered was a father that he had never knew he had. David was no longer a child but the aircrew had been asked to keep an eye on him as he was travelling alone. A flight steward took him under his wing and took every opportunity to sit by him and talk to him when his duties would allow. David became embarrassed at one point when the steward placed his hand on his genitals, gripped lightly and told him he was a cute boy and would break a lot of hearts. A bell sounded and the steward left to attend to another passenger. When he returned the moment had passed and they talked of America and David's new life. The hours of the long flight were marked by the serving of food and drinks; the boy drifted in and out of sleep. His dreams were of a tall man, but he could never see him clearly. The man was always in the shadows or with his back to David. He awoke to the landing announcements. The steward accompanied David to the arrival lounge of the huge international airport where his father was to meet him. He patted the boy's arse as he wished him well and good luck, David wondered if all Americans were so friendly. He looked around, a forlorn, small figure in the busy lounge. Suddenly, in the distance, David saw him, the man in the dream, but this time their eyes locked and they connected. Even at this distance the similarities were obvious. No one could doubt that this was a father and son. They began to move towards each other until they stood face to face. Other passengers thronged around them but they stood, motionless for seconds that passed like hours. David studied the man's face, tanned but young looking (Nan had said he was 38) his hair sun bleached and cropped short, almost military style. He wore a soft cotton shirt that clung and did little to hide his well- defined body beneath. His jeans were tight on his muscled strong legs. All the usual parts of his body were covered yet each muscle was outlined and accentuated by the fitting cloth. He spoke what he already knew "you are David?" "Dad?" With typical British reserve David did the only thing he could think of and reached out to shake his father's hand. Tom took David's hand but used the contact to pull him towards himself. They hugged and there were tears in David's eyes. The emotion of the moment passed, David dried his eyes and they went to collect the luggage, Tom's arm still resting on the boy's shoulder as they walked, father and son. Outside was Tom's truck, he stowed the cases in the back and jumped in the driving seat beside David. They were off in a moment and driving along the freeway to David's new home. Already his little village in the Welsh valleys seemed a million miles and a thousand years away. The big city, the buildings even the wide multi lane freeway was different, they were even driving on the wrong side of the road! Tom explained "I live in an apartment building, it's a one bed room apartment and we will have to bunk in together, it's no problem, all guys together". After spending the whole of his life with only female influence David was excited by the prospect of exactly what this might mean. He was immediately put at his ease by his father's friendly casual manner. They chatted, what sports David liked and how he was doing in school and what his new school was like. As the time passed a bond quickly developed, strangers were fast becoming friends. David decided that he needed to know something and now was as good a time as any to ask. "Dad, why did Mam never tell me about you or why have you never tried to contact me"? There was a silence that was so thick as to be a physical barrier between them. Fearing he had been too blunt too soon David held his breath. "You might as well know son. Your mother wanted a baby not a husband. I was a young pilot stationed at the Carwent base. I met your mother at a local dance and one thing followed another. I was young and wanted to get my rocks off, she was good looking and needed a sperm donor. I never saw her again after that night and the first I knew about you was when your Grandmother telephoned me a few weeks ago. It is quite a shock to find out that you have a teenage son but I had time to come to terms with it and I even got to like the idea. I don't want you to think that your mother did not love you or trust you enough to tell you but she was a head strong woman and thought she was doing it for the best". Once again I was stunned by a new revelation and I sat the rest of the journey in silence re- evaluating my life. It was already late in the evening when they arrived at the apartment. The main room was large and comfortable, leading off was a kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. David immediately made use of the bathroom as he had been holding on since the aeroplane had landed. Just as he was in full flow the door opened and Tom walked in. Standing beside David at the bowl he peeled open the tight fitting jeans and hauled out his dick and started pissing. David remembered his father's words "all guy's together" and relaxed enough to allow his piss to flow again. Their streams criss- crossed and David laughed; Tom smiled, milking the last of his piss from his dick and flicking a drip off the end before packing it away. David deliberately copied his actions. The sight of Tom's thick cock, foreskin pulled slightly back as he pissed, stayed with David. "How about pizza before bed Dave" his father called. "That would be great Dad" David replied, roused from his thoughts. They tucked into the pizza and washed it all down with ice-cold coke. It was time for bed and as David had already seen the king-size bed he knew what the sleeping arrangements were. Strangely he was not concerned; the shared pissing had created an unspoken bond between them. They stood either side of the bed and were both quickly naked. It seemed natural to be naked for "all guy's together". David looked at his father's body; the light tan was complete, no tan line. He was a muscular man but not over developed, it was the result of manual work as much as work in the gym. David also observed he was hairless, even the area around his dick was smooth. He was thinking of asking him about this but there had been too many questions already today. Tom slipped under the sheet and David followed, his thin pale body lying next to his father's. It had been a long exhausting day and they were asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. ****** The morning light filled the room, David was half-awake and felt hot and sweaty. As usual his cock was steel hard and his hand gripped it - or so it appeared at first. "OH MY GOD!" During the night, unused to the freedom a large bed offered David had moved until the front of his body was pressed to his father's back. They fitted one against the other, spoon like. His hand had reached around and held his father's thick shaft. The boy's rigid cock was griped between his dad's arse cheeks. David froze not knowing what to do, move slowly away trying not to wake his father or make a swift retreat and hope for the best. As he considered the options he felt the thick cock in his hand throb, it was so thick that his fingers did not meet around its girth. It was solid but silky soft and smooth. The man meat throbbed in his hand again and Tom pressed back towards David. The sweaty damp boy cock slid between his arse cheeks. Tom moved back the other way, the movement caused David's hand to wank his father's cock and sent thrills through his own. The movement continued rhythmically. David was in no doubt now that they were both awake and that they were enjoying the sensations. Unable to control his raging teen hormones David began to thrust his cock between his fathers clenched buttocks and his hand deliberately pumped the full 8 inches of his father's cock with full firm strokes. To David's surprise his father slowed the action down and reached behind him. He adjusted the angle of his son's cock and told him to thrust hard. David did as he was told, moaning in unexpected pleasure as he penetrated Tom's hole. Tom was hot and tight around the boy's virgin cock. David was lost in pleasure and did not stop to think why his father's arse would be relaxed and slippery with lube. Instinctively he began stroking in and out of the tight hole; all thought of his wanking hand forgotten. Lost in his new found pleasure his orgasm was building. One last thrust and he was shooting his load deep inside his father. Tom felt the explosion and used his muscles to milk every last drops of cum from the boy's young balls. Never had he cum so much and for so long. His whole body shook as each jet pumped out of his cock. Still tingling, David pulled his rigid cock out with a soft liquid sound. Tom turned over and looked into his son's eyes, he brushed the damp hair across the boy's forehead and said. "That was great son, I hope it was as good for you are it was for me". "It was the best Dad, honestly just the best". "I'm glad son because I think this is just the start. Now I think you had better help your old man out. You don't want him to spend the rest of the day with aching blue balls do you"? David was innocent but knew what his father wanted. He had let David fuck his hole now it was time for him to take Tom's cock in his cherry arse. The boy remembered the huge organ he had held and wanked, how was he going to fit such a huge thing in his virgin ring? But David trusted his father and knew he would not intentionally hurt him. Kneeling on the bed, David offered his arse to his father, expecting to feel that massive cock pressing into his virgin hole. Instead something wet was worming it's way into him. Tom was licking his son's hole! His tongue probed and opened David up making him squirm with pleasure. He had his tongue in the boy's tight ring to give him, his son, pleasure. David could not believe that this was happening and that he was really awake and not dreaming. Suddenly the tongue was gone and he looked behind him to see Dad reaching for a jar from the bedside drawer. He applied the cool cream to David's hole and slid a finger deep inside him. After a minute, another finger then three were thrusting in and out of his rapidly relaxing ring. Happy that he had prepared his son, the fingers were removed and David felt the spongy glans of his father's cock pressing at his arse. There was a sharp pain as he gained entry and David let out a cry. Tom held his son motionless, waiting for him to get used to the girth of his cock, feeling ready, Tom pushed fully in until his smooth body was pressed against the tender flesh of his son. He just held him for a few minutes, letting them both savour the moment. Then he fucked him, long slow full-length strokes. David's cock had become soft when he was penetrated by his father but now hardened again and was pulsing with each thrust. Tom speeded up and adjusted his angle of entry slightly. On each inward thrust he punched David's prostate, this was a new sensation for him. His cock hard and throbbing before was now on the edge of shooting each time Tom pumped into him. David could take it no longer, He grunted in animal lust and sperm spurted out of his cock, jet after hot jet soaking into the bed. He had never been so excited; his whole body was orgasmic. His Father's thick cock giving maximum stimulation to his virgin fuck cute. David's climax caused his arse muscles to clamp down on his Dad's cock; Tom swelled, encouraged by the extra tightness and thrusting deep and fully into David he began to climax. Tom's white hot jizz shot into his son, nothing could escape because of the thick plug of cock holding it deep inside him. Pumping and cumming they clung tightly together locked in passion. Eventually he released his hold and they both relaxed. His cock slipped out of David's cum filled pussy and they fell exhausted onto the bed. A trickle of thick, milky spunk dripped from David's stretched hole. Sweaty and covered in cum they lay in each other's embrace. David had found his father at last and they had expressed their love in the best and most complete way a father and son can. The End Disclaimer I can take no responsibility for any damage resulting from cum and / or associated bodily fluids being ejaculated onto keyboards and other computer equipment. This is a real risk and I speak from experience. If any one has any information on the removal of white spunk stains from dark green carpets I would be grateful if you could mail it to me dewi@gay.com (as well as any general comments on the story which I am always pleased to receive).