Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2010 16:40:04 -0600 From: Matti Kirjailija Subject: Hayden - chapter 2 - Gay Incest Section Hayden Chapter Two By Matti Kirjailija 'Is this really happening?' Nelson asked himself. 'Do I have any idea of what I'm doing?' He stood, dimly aware that his son was watching his every movement, focusing on his erection, which strained at the thin fabric of his jogging shorts. 'I'm going to have sex with my friggin' son! I could be sent to jail for even thinking about him like I am.' He returned an uneasy smile, as his son took his hand and squeezed it encouragingly. 'He has some inkling of what I'm thinking,' Nelson realized. 'We're both so caught up in the idea of being with each other that neither of us has stopped to consider the consequences of what we're about to do. Hell!' he softly snorted, drawing his son's attention. 'If we had any sense at all, each of us would run, screaming, in the opposite direction.' He moistened his lips. 'After last night's webcast, I'm finding that I'm not thinking of much of anything, other than seeing . . . and touching . . . my son, at close range. Hayden pulled his father close, with an arm around the waist, as they left the kitchen. "It's alright, Dad," he murmured. "We're not going to do anything we don't both want." Nelson jerked an uncertain nod. The boy's words made him feel obscurely better, but he knew those words would be meaningless to anyone else. 'And, my friggin' wife is an attorney!' he almost screamed. He welcomed his son's warmth at his side. They were both shirtless, as they padded barefooted through the house. 'I want this more than just about anything," he murmured, as they slowly walked down the hall, side-by-side. "At the same time, I'm scared spitless. This isn't something a guy and his son are supposed to do. I know it's my dick guiding me, rather than common sense.' He turned to Hayden as they entered his and his wife's bedroom, the bed still a mess from their early-morning lovemaking. "Um," Nelson grinned, crookedly. "Here we are." "Yes." Hayden's grin caused what little resolve he'd been trying to muster, to crumble. "Here we are." Hayden raised both arms slightly, then dropped them. "I'm feeling sorta weird." He grinned, uneasily. "Sorta like a virgin, on her wedding night." He made a face. "Pardon the heterosexual humor." He hugged his father. "Seriously, Dad, both of us are getting what we want. We're sorta like two people who have been in love for years, and have finally decided to move on to something deeper." "Profound," Nelson grinned, finally beginning to relax. Hayden shrugged. "I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean, but it's the way I feel." He tightened both arms around his father's waist. "Teach me how to kiss," he murmured, his breath warm against his father's face. "Every time I've seen you kiss Mom . . . I mean every time, I wished you were kissing me. Even when I was a small kid, I was wishing that you were kissing me, not her. The kisses you've always given me were not the kind of kisses I want." He nuzzled the crook of his father's neck. "Y'think I'm obsessed, or something?" Hayden looked into his father's eyes. "Teach me." His words were scarcely more than a whisper. "Ohhhh," Nelson sighed on an outward breath, pulling his son closer. The first touch of their lips was barely more than a hint of a kiss . . . a first step to something greater. "Oh, Hayden," Nelson murmured, as his son opened his mouth, silently demanding a taste of his father's tongue. With a barely stifled groan, their tongues found one another's, in a kiss which quickly escalated from self-conscious to passionate. "Geez," Hayden managed, during a brief separation, to catch their breath. "I never realized . . ." He ran his hands over his father's back, through the hair on the back of his head, and over his buttocks, grinding their groins together. The beard-stubble on his father's cheek added extra excitement. 'This is really happening!' He opened his mouth wider, as his father mashed their lips together and did battle with his tongue. 'This is so fuckin' hot!' When they finally parted, they were both breathless. Their kisses had resulted in spit-wet cheeks for both of them. Hayden wiped his hand over his face, brushing away some of the wetness. "Wow," he grinned. "I never imagined a simple kiss could be like that!" Nelson grinned at his son's jump of surprise at a gently pinched nipple. "Nothing about sex is simple," he murmured, leaving behind a line of kisses over Hayden's neck and jaw. "What we're doing though, goes way beyond awesome." His son returned a tender kiss. "I don't think I've ever been as turned on as I am, right now." "I know I haven't," Hayden murmured, following his father's example by tweaking one of the older man's nipples. "My dick's drooling like something crazy," he said, as he squeezed his cock. "I always produce lotsa juice, but . . ." "Like father, like son," Nelson grinned, as he squeezed his son's erection through his clothing. "We've got to do something about getting rid of these shorts," he suggested. "Have any ideas?" "Fuck, yeah!" Hayden glanced around, then dragged a straight backed chair to the side of the large bed. "Geez, Dad," he smiled. "Have you ever considered making your bed, in the morning?" "Your mother and I . . ." Hayden held up a restraining hand. "I don't want to hear about it! There are some things we definitely do not need to share, and that's one of 'em. Deal?" His playful shudder accompanied a sound of disgust. Nelson nodded, with a grin. He'd never been one to meekly do what someone demanded, but today . . . was different. Hayden nodded to the chair, a silent order to sit. Nelson nervously licked his lips, as he lowered himself to the firm seat. He curled his bare toes into the thick carpet, and absently rubbed his hands over his thighs, and tried to work some moisture into his mouth. 'Aw, geez,' he thought, as he watched his son cross the room and close the drapes. The boy's firm buttocks filled his jogging shorts, his well-shaped legs carrying him with a grace Nelson had never been aware of. He took a ragged breath. 'This is becoming almost too much to handle.' Hayden glanced over his shoulder as he pulled the cord, closing the drapes, sending the room into an artificial twilight. "Mystery," he grinned, with a twinkle in his eyes. "We can do stuff in the daylight, later. Today, I'd like a dimly lit room. It makes things hotter for me. Besides, we don't want Mister Heinz, from next door, catching a glimpse of what we're doing, do we?" Nelson's eyes widened as he looked toward the window he often left open, while he lay in the middle of the expansive bed and masturbated. The boy grinned, as he crossed the room. "Just kidding." "More stuff?" Nelson asked, his son's words finally registering. "You're going to want to play more than this once?" He'd somehow never considered that his and Hayden's sexual encounter would be more than a one-time thing. 'Geez, I hope it's more than once.' Hayden grinned, as he stood, facing the chair, and his father, with the back of his legs touching his parents' bed. His father sat motionless, less than two feet away, wide-eyed and expectant. "Of course, we're going to do more stuff! This is only the beginning." "Uh," Nelson began. "Feel it," Hayden ordered, placing his hands on both hips and thrusting his crotch toward his father. "It's yours, Dad," he added, in the uncertain voice of a young man whose voice had only recently settled into its adult register. "I'm yours." He took a half-step closer. When he looked down, he noticed that his pre-cum had soaked through both his jock and the thin fabric of his jogging shorts, leaving a wet spot, which his father was gingerly touching with a forefinger. "I've always been yours, just like you've always been mine," he continued, entranced by his father's shy movements. He tenderly traced a finger over the jaw of his father's upturned face, pausing at the parted mouth, to run his finger over the man's lower lip. "My dick," he ordered, returning his hand to his hips. "Yessir," Nelson murmured, in a low, teasing voice, thrilled by the assertiveness of the young man who stood before him. "Good!" Hayden responded, in all seriousness. "As long as we know who's boss around here. You're always my Dad, but today, I'm the boss. Tomorrow," he grinned, "it'll be your turn to tell me what to do." "I can hardly wait." The boy thrust his hips forward, demanding attention. His father threw the last of his reticence away and reached out to cup his son's erection. His first thought was, 'It feels like I'm grabbing my own dick, it's so much the same." He tenderly squeezed Hayden's balls, feeling them shift beneath his fingers. 'Damn, the boy's got both the cock and nuts of an adult!' It was one thing to watch his son . . . perform . . . on the webcam; it was something else entirely to touch the object of his desires. His gentle squeeze brought an instant hiss of an indrawn breath. He withdrew his hand, doubt returning. "Y'okay? If it freaks you, doing this with a kid, I understand," the young man murmured, taking his father's hand and placing it on his crotch. "I've already gotten more than I ever expected. I won't like stopping, but I'll understand." There was a long pause. "If you want to," he added. Nelson cleared his throat, and began skimming his fingertips over the short blond hair of his son's thighs, answering his son's fears that they needed to stop. "I'll admit, I am sorta freaked, as you call it. I never expected to be doing something like this with my own son. But," he continued, "I'm also very excited." "Me, too," Hayden murmured. "So, it's okay with you if we go on?" "Oh, yes." His son's legs were almost smooth, just like his own. He could feel the muscles tense, then relax as the young man sought to maintain balance as he slowly moved his hips forward, then back. Each time Nelson approached the legs of the boy's shorts, he explored more, until he had finally snaked a hand beneath the nylon fabric and was cupping his son's cock through his damp jock. "You're leaking," he murmured, removing his hand and licking his fingertips. "Fuuuuck," he sighed. "You taste better than I could have imagined. Passion was building. He grabbed his son's hips and pulled him closer, burying his face against the boy's erection, opening his mouth wide and gently biting, wanting nothing more than to rip the shorts off the young man and suck him dry. "You were gonna give me a show . . ." Nelson murmured, as he backed away, trying to curb his passion. "Then sit back, Dad." Nelson did as he was told, spreading his legs to either side of his son, continuing to curl his toes into the thick carpeting, as he alternately groped himself or toyed with his own nipples. Hayden began to sensuously run his hands over his own chest, mimicking his father's actions, all the while moving to music only he could hear. Next, he slowly teased each nipple to firmness. He caressed his own belly, rocking his hips from side to side, grinning at his father's reaction, when he cupped his own groin. He hooked both thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and pressed his hands flat, framing his erection, and the spreading pre-cum stain. "Oh, yeah," he murmured, as he stepped forward and pressed his fabric-covered groin against his father's open mouth. "That's it, Dad," he said, in a husky voice. "You're as turned on as I am," he continued, making low moaning sounds, deep in his throat as he rocked his hips in a slow rhythm. "Oh, Dad," he breathed. "This is so fuckin' hot, doing this in front of you." He pulled the waist band of his shorts and jock down far enough to expose the dense mat of his pubes. "Feel," he ordered, nodding toward his crotch. He continued speaking as his father caressed his chest, flat belly, and pubic hair. "You're the guy I always thought of whenever I was in front of my computer cam," he said, in the voice of someone much older. "You were the man I jerked off for, when I was on cam, not someone I didn't know. I always imagined it was you who was watching me. You were the person I was thinking of, each time I shot my stuff. When I licked the jiz off my hand, I imagined it was you who was licking me. When I showed off my asshole, I was showing off for you." He moved closer. "Sniff," he ordered, pushing his father's face against his pubes. Nelson buried his nose in the wiry hair and inhaled. The scent was like an electric spark, igniting his passion and causing it to flare. He grabbed his son's hips and roughly pulled him closer, as he licked over the pubic hair and the beginnings of a treasure trail leading to the boy's navel. He half stood, capturing one nipple in his mouth, then moving to the other, licking each one, sucking it, and tweaking the firm nub with his teeth. "Fuuuuck," Hayden groaned, pressing his father's face to his chest for a moment, before stepping back. "Y'like?" he asked, breathlessly, already knowing the answer by the glazed expression on his father's face, as he sank back to the chair, licking his lips and breathing heavily. "Then, you'll probably like this even more," Hayden added, as he slowly skinned out of his shorts and jock. When his erection bounced free, he smiled. This was more intense than anything he'd ever imagined. His dreams and fantasies paled by comparison. This was the real thing. The man he had dreamt of, was his captive, as sure as if he had been tied with a rope. 'And,' Hayden thought, 'I am his captive. We are tied together. Before this, we were son and father. Now, we're something . . . more; something deeper.' "Is this what you wanted to see?" He brushed his father's hand away. "Not yet," he murmured. "I touch you, you don't touch me . . . yet." He dragged the drooling, wide head of his penis across his father's cheek and lips, allowing the older man to lick the piss slit as he momentarily paused. "There's more to show you. "Lick," he ordered, as he turned his back to his father, exposing the milky white, smooth skin of his buttocks. "Only with your tongue," he added. His moans of pleasure joined his father's, as the older man lapped wide swaths over each cheek with his tongue. When the young man didn't move, Nelson licked over the back of the boy's thighs, and over the length of his butt crack, wishing, all the while, that he could taste his son's pucker. He licked the boy's ass cheeks, then up his back to his neck, where he buried his nose in the thick hair at the back of his son's head, before returning to the chair, and the boy's firm butt cheeks. Hayden reluctantly moved away, sinking to the edge of the bed. He spread his legs wide, and began using his toes to tease his father's bare feet. "Geez, Dad," he sighed, "all that licking was fuckin' great. I can barely stand it." Nelson barely nodded, drinking in the sight of his naked son, - the boy's heavy balls; his straight, thick, penis, standing proud, surrounded by thick pubes; his small nipples; his flat belly, and graceful legs and feet. "You wanna suck on something?" Hayden asked, a teasing note to his voice. "Try this," he added, offering his father the fingers of one of his hands. "Holy . . ." he jumped, as the older man immediately engulfed a couple fingers in his mouth and began nursing on them. Hayden could feel his father's tongue caress the sensitive skin, and imagined what it would be like to have his cock caressed in the same way. "Stand!" he ordered. He reluctantly withdrew his fingers from his father's mouth, then immediately sucked on them, sharing some of his father's spit. Nelson followed orders, standing on rubbery legs. He braced himself with one hand on the chair back and looked on, with an open mouth, as his son stood and began tenderly rubbing his chest. At first, the boy merely ran his hand close enough to tease the short hair which spread over the older man's chest. Soon, though, he was teasing his father's nipples with his teeth. "Hot chest, Dad," he murmured, after licking over the swell of his father's pecs. "Fuckin' hot." He nuzzled beneath an armpit. "Love the hair!" When Nelson held onto his son's shoulders, in an attempt to brace himself, Hayden looked up. "No touching," he murmured, with a mischievous smile. "Yet," he added. "That comes later. We're just getting acquainted, now." Nelson whimpered, totally enthralled by his son's actions, cursing his trembling leg muscles and rapid breathing. He desperately wanted to touch his son, suck him, taste his sperm, kiss him deeply . . . lick his butthole . . . fuck him, then lap up his own stuff as it oozed out. He wanted to do anything, but experience the exquisite torture his son was inflicting on him. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, as Hayden hitched his fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts and began to slowly lower them. 'My son's stripping me!' Nelson inwardly groaned. 'He's torturing himself, as much as he is me,' Nelson realized, snatching a glance at his son's rapt attention. 'Damn, if he doesn't have more self control than I do.' Hayden lowered the shorts just enough to expose his father's pubes, almost a mirror duplicate of his own. He'd seen his father naked, often enough, when he was younger, but that had been before he was old enough to truly appreciate what he was seeing. Now, he was amazed at how closely he had grown to resemble his father . . . down there. He had, long ago, realized that he would never be the macho man his father was. He had too many of his mother's genes, leaving him with dark blond hair and arctic blue eyes instead of his father's brown. He cursed the fact that he looked younger than he actually was, and probably always would. 'Still,' he thought, as he slowly freed his father's erection from the confines of his shorts and strap. 'We're alike where it matters.' "Fuckin' hot," he murmured, flicking a glance to his father, who was watching him with a knowing smile, as his cock sprang free, trailed by a strand of thick, clear, pre-cum. His father's cock was a near mirror image of his own. His balls were large, again, like his own, and hung free, swaying from side to side with each movement. He'd always loved toying with his own nut sac, and could barely restrain himself from kneeling and sucking on his dad's nuts. His father's cock-head was glistening with pre-cum, and, as he watched, the older man's penis squeezed out another dollop of clear liquid, which dangled, then slowly stretched to the floor. Hayden held his father's eyes for a moment, then slowly dragged a forefinger over the prominent piss slit of his penis, gathering up as much of the thick juice as he could, with one stroke. He held the finger up, for both of them to see, then brought it to his mouth and licked it clean, closing his eyes in pleasure. It was the first taste of his father, and he wanted to savor it, capturing the moment to be relived later, in the quiet of his own room. His father's juice was slightly saltier than his own, and made him wonder what the older man's sperm would taste like. "Soon," he murmured, gently teasing the underside of his father's penis, "You're gonna lay on top of me and pump me full of your stuff." He moved close enough that he could press the head of his cock against his father's, their pre-cum mixing with one another's. He stroked his hand over his, then his father's cock, using the slick juice as a lube, and breathed into the older man's ear. "Am I gonna get to fuck you, too?" he murmured, then nipped his father's earlobe. "I'm thinking I'd like the two of us to . . . play, whenever we have a chance." He grinned. "Since Mom's gone a lot, I'm hoping we'll be doing a lot of . . . playing," he added, in a husky voice. "Would that be cool?" he asked, as he continued to caress the length of the side-by-side erections, while he and his father kissed. His answer was a barely controlled whimper, so unlike his normally macho father. "So, you like seeing a guy on his back with his legs spread, exposing himself?" Nelson was beyond being able to articulate an answer. He merely nodded once. He'd never experienced anything that even came close to what he was experiencing with his son. The boy was playing him like an expert, using everything he knew his father loved, to tease him. The behavior would have angered him, had he not been confident that they would . . . eventually . . . get to cum. Every time he reached for his own, or Hayden's erection, his hand was casually brushed away. "You wanna see my hole?" Hayden mischievously grinned, as he slowly sat on the edge of the bed, spread his legs wide, and rested his feet on his father's knees. The young man's nuts now were tightly held against his body, his erection throbbing as it lay on his stomach. "Feel it!" Hayden ordered, drawing his knees back to his shoulders, allowing the barely-haired pink pucker to open slightly. This was the treasure Nelson had dreamt of, every minute, since seeing the boy spread his cheeks the night before. He wanted to kneel and bury his face between the spread cheeks, then lick the ring of muscle. The thought of what pleasure the muscles of that opening would . . . someday . . . bring him, sent chills through his body. 'Someday,' he promised himself, 'I'm gonna slide into that hole and he's going to milk me until I give him my sperm.' "Feel it!" Hayden repeated. "Go ahead. Touch it. Guys on the Web talk abut how much pleasure their assholes bring them." He took a shuddering breath. "Show me what they're talking about." There was another pause, this one longer, as his boy made, and held, eye contact. "Please, Dad," he begged, no longer playing at being, boss. Nelson fell to his knees, and, like he'd hoped of doing only minutes earlier, buried his face against his son's butthole. The boy's bulging perineum pressed against his nose; the heavy scrotum rested against the bridge of his nose and forehead. It had been years since he'd rimmed another man, and he'd never even contemplated doing it to his son. But, here he was, his tongue lapping at the smooth opening, burrowing into the hole as deeply as his tongue would allow, and groaning with pleasure, both with the sensations he was experiencing, as well as Hayden's groans of pleasure. "Fuuuuck, Dad," the young man hissed, as he tried to push himself further onto his father's invading tongue. "This is so freakin' hot." He reached between his spread legs and pushed his father's face against his hole. "Oh, geez," he whimpered, as the tonguing intensified. "So good. So good." Hayden's warning of, "I'm not gonna last much longer," caused Nelson to abandon his son's hole. He lowered the boy's legs onto his own shoulders, and buried the young man's penis in his throat. There were no preliminaries, no teasing, or time spent admiring the straight, thick cock. He just swallowed the entire thing, and began sucking, while firmly rubbing a thumb over his son's bulging perineum, stimulating the boy's prostate. "Holy . . ." Hayden jumped, as his penis hit the back of his father's throat, at the same time that pressure from his father's thumb against his prostate sent waves of pleasure washing over his body. He arched his back, thrusting his erection down his father's throat, as he felt his orgasm build. The pressure against his prostate increased, causing him to groan, loudly, and twist with the exquisite pleasure his father was bringing him. He arched his back and thrust once . . . twice . . . three times. On the fourth, his entire body jerked, and he began sending torrents of boy-sperm into his father's mouth. He heard the older man swallow, then swallow again, as he continued to milk and tongue the cock. Hayden couldn't remember such an all-consuming orgasm since his very first one . . . in the locker room's showers . . . with two coaches watching. He'd sprayed, then, just as he did now. It seemed to never end. "Oh, fuck!" his father groaned. He hurriedly released his son's cock and scrambled onto the bed, straddling Hayden's chest, just as his own cock erupted, shooting three strong jets of jiz onto his son's astonished face. He tightened his muscles, squeezing out the last drop of pearlescent liquid, then pushed the head of his cock past Hayden's lips, onto his waiting tongue. "Lick it clean," Nelson ordered. He brushed some of his own load away from one of his son's eyes, then scooped up as much as he could gather, and wiped his finger across the boy's eagerly extended tongue. "Next time . . . we fuck," he said, in a husky voice, gasping in a reaction to over-stimulated nerves, as Hayden continued to work the head of his erection. "Yeah," the young man answered, licking his lips. "That's for another time. Now, can we just cuddle and kiss?" He grinned. "I'm thinking that, maybe, we can still taste one another's cum on our tongues." Hours later, the two men were still awake, their arms and legs intertwined. "Thanks, Dad," Hayden murmured, idly stroking the closely cropped hair on his father's chest. "For everything," he continued, snuggling closer. "Not only the sex stuff, but the understanding. That was awesome. I can't think of anyone else's father doing the same thing for his son." He kissed Nelson's neck. "You're the best." He lay quietly for a moment. "Are you bothered by what we did? Are you sorry?" Nelson stirred. He'd been content to lay with his son half-draped over him, basking in the afterglow of what had happened. Hayden's questions brought their own questions. "I'm not sorry about it," he murmured, "but I am troubled. Not about your being on the Web or anything," he added quickly. "I'm thinking about your mother and what her reaction to all this would be. I'm thinking about the opportunities I've had to do something, in the past, and am wondering what about you . . . and today, was different enough that I acted on my desires. I'm wondering what this means for our relationship, as father and son, both today and in the future. I'm wondering what we'll think about what did tonight, ten, fifteen years from now." "Hmm," Hayden murmured, a barely concealed laugh coloring his voice. "I have always believed that you think entirely too much. You should just do, like we did this afternoon. I don't know anything about missed opportunities. I do know that Mom would be pissed, but I don't plan to tell her. Hell, I want to be with you lotsa times, from here on out. I'm not gonna do anything to spoil what we've got. "As for our relationship. You're my Dad. Nothing's changed. I love you, just as I always have, only more." Hayden chuckled, nuzzling the nape of his father's neck. And . . ." he continued, "you gave in to your urges today 'cause I'm such a sexy guy, huh?" He nudged his father. "I'm right, aren't I, about being outrageously sexy, desirable, cute, hunky, hung like a horse, and all that other good stuff? Besides all that, I've got a killer butthole and great tasting sperm." He giggled. "I seem to recall you saying something about all those things. Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention my bull balls. Right?" Hayden nodded, as he smiled, asking for confirmation of his description. "Hmm," Nelson said. "I'd agree with the cute, desirable, and sexy bits, but hung?" Hayden backed up in feigned outrage, and playfully punched his father's shoulder. "I'm 'bout as big as you, and I've still got some growing to do." "Yeah? Who told you that? I think you've maxed out already." "No, I haven't," Hayden began, then paused. "For real? Are you joking?" He raised the sheet to examine himself. "Geez, I hope not. I'd like to be at least as big as you." "Nelson laughed. "I'm teasing, handsome. You'll probably end up bigger than me. Then I will have trouble keeping you dressed. You'll be wanting to show off for everyone." Hayden scrambled into a cross-legged position at his father's side. "Hey, Dad, d'you think that . . . sometime . . . the two of us can appear on cam together? No faces or anything, just beating off or fucking or something. I think that'd be so cool, to let the whole world know what we've got. Even though no one would know who we are. We'd know." ~ to be continued If you like this story, you might be interested in reading my other story, Seth, also in the Nifty Incest section. I have also been asked by Roy Reinikainen, the author of the incest stories, Travis and Jess to add to his stories. I'll post chapters as time and inspiration permit. If you'd like to comment on my work, you can send me an email at: matti-kirjailija@me.com And, in case you're wondering what the name means, and how it's pronounced, it means, Matti, the writer, and is pronounced, MAW-tea KEAR-yawl-e-yaw.