Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2010 19:59:53 -0600 From: Matti Kirjailija Subject: Hayden, chapter 3 - Gay incest group Hayden Chapter Three By Matti Kirjailija Following their first time together, Nelson had half-expected a daily encounter with his son; maybe not as hot and heavy as their first, but certainly . . . something, a deep kiss, a feel . . . anything. Each time he touched his son, even in passing, the passion he experienced, that first time, blossomed anew, only to be stifled when nothing happened. 'Am I expecting too much?' he asked himself. He snorted an amused laugh. 'I doubt it. Hayden's probably more sex obsessed than I am. Whatever the case, I'm frustrated and horny.' Throughout Nelson's life he'd masturbated often, but since his wife's promotion, and he'd begun working from home. . . making use of his company's new telecommuting policies, he'd masturbated more often. If he wasn't actually jacking off, he was thinking about jacking off. 'I'm a sick-o,' he silently told himself, using one of his son's phrases. Still, each time he'd touch his penis, the vision of his son, lying naked at his side, the taste of his mouth and his sperm, even the smell of the boy, pushed him over the edge before he'd hardly touched himself. He would shoot into his hand, then slowly lick it clean, imagining it was Hayden's sperm he was licking. 'I knew our relationship would change, after that first time, but I had absolutely no idea how much it would change . . . at least, in my own mind. If Hayden doesn't want to do anything, fine,' he told himself, knowing that wasn't speaking the truth, 'but he should at least tell me. At least, that way, I wouldn't feel like I'm beating my head against a wall for no reason. What I'd have was a reason to beat my head against the wall.' For his part, Hayden seemed unchanged. He was the same smiling young man he'd always been, hanging out with his friends, laughing and joking, loudly claiming superiority at some video game. He was affectionate, but no more so than usual. His hugs were welcomed, but brief; again, nothing unusual. From Nelson's point of view, his son was present, but untouchable. He was precisely what he always had been . . . before. 'I've spent nearly sixteen years expecting nothing more than what Hayden's always given . . . love, humor, intelligence, understanding, empathy. Many, if not most, fathers would be green with envy when seeing my relationship with Hayden. I should be content. I am . . . yet. No, I'm not! And now, with summer vacation starting, Hayden's going to be home all the time!' Nelson rubbed the bridge of his nose, in an attempt to stave off an incipient headache. "Honey," Nelson's wife, Nancy, said, as she folded the morning newspaper and finished the last of her coffee, frowning slightly. "Are you okay?" He nodded, attempting to look attentive, welcoming the interruption of his thoughts. "Have you noticed that Hayden's been behaving . . . strangely . . . lately?" "Um, no. Strange, in what way?" Nancy shrugged, already half-dismissing thoughts of her son, as she checked her iPhone for any messages she might have missed in the short time since she'd checked. "Damn! The day's barely begun, and I'm already behind schedule!" She picked up her briefcase, ready for a weekend to be spent in the office, preparing for a big trial. 'All trials are big,' Nelson mused. 'My wife, the big-time attorney.' "Maybe you should have a talk with him," she suggested, after giving her husband a sisterly peck on the cheek in lieu of a proper kiss, as she headed to the front door. She raised an arm in farewell. "It's going to be a long day, sweetheart," she called, without turning around. "Don't wait up." The slamming of the front door cut off anything else she might have said. He heard the noise of the garage door as it shimmied closed; then the sound of his wife's sports car, as it accelerated down the quiet street, announcing her recent promotion to all the neighbors. 'She's having her mid-life crisis fifteen years too early,' he sighed, as he sat back on his kitchen chair, wondering what to do; unaccountably irritated by his wife's cavalier treatment of what she described as her son's "strange" behavior; her near-constant absences . . . her red sports car. 'I just need to admit it. I'm in a foul mood, and I have nothing to do.' It was Saturday, so he needn't do any office work. The lawn had been mowed, the flower beds planted, the trees trimmed, the dog fed. 'Oh, wait,' he grinned. 'We don't have a dog.' There was little left to do but the laundry and cleaning the house. He screwed up his nose, reluctant to do either. 'Maybe I should buy a dog, just so I'll have something to do.' He thought a moment, then grimaced and shook his head. 'All that fur . . . and slobbering . . . yuck.' "Daaaaad!" "Whatcha need?" Nelson shouted, answering his son's call, as be began clearing the morning breakfast dishes from the table. "C'mere!" "Why can't you come here?" he shouted, continuing the conversation. "I can't. You come here." Nelson shook his head in exasperation, set the dishes on the counter, wiped his hands on a dishtowel, then turned toward his son's bedroom. He knocked on the closed door . . . two light taps with his knuckles. "Enter," Hayden called, in a a poorly rendered pseudo British accent. "I was thinking that maybe the two of us could go to a baseball game tonight," Hayden said, as if making a comment at the breakfast table. instead of being naked, kneeling on his bed, with his head resting on a pillow, and his spread butt cheeks exposing his tight pink pucker to his father. "Maybe we could even spend the night downtown at one of those big hotels, so we could swim, and use their gym and stuff," he continued, as he reached between his legs and lightly ran a fingertip over his hole. "We'd also be totally alone, in our room, so we could play as much as we wanted, for the next couple days . . . and, since it'll be my birthday, we can celebrate, nekkid as jay-birds, and you can give me my gift." "Huh?" "You can teach me how to fuck! What more could a boy want? Isn't everyone supposed to lose their virginity on their sixteenth birthday? If I don't learn quick, I'm going to be the only old, gay, grey-haired virgin in town. "Well?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder. "Earth to Dad. Earth to Dad! What's the deal? You've seen me starkers before. There's no need to be shocked or anything. Hey, Dad . . . do . . . something!" When his father didn't move, Hayden, never at a loss for words, continued. "I'm thinking that before we head out to the city, you could start off by giving me a good morning kiss, right here," he extended his hand between his legs and pointed to his butthole, grazing his scrotum and making it sway. "Y'know, the kind of kiss I'm thinking of . . . one of those deep kisses of yours, that lasts forever, and makes me squirt?" From where he stood, Nelson could see his son's smooth balls and stiff cock. The boy's hole, though, was what captured his attention. It opened and closed in rhythm with the young man's bobbing penis. Nelson was facing one of his masturbation fantasies, and that fantasy was urging him to act. "Damn!" He took the few steps necessary to cross the brightly lit bedroom to where his son knelt, in the sunny patch of light which covered his young body, then draped over the bedspread. "You are one sexy little fucker." Nelson ran his finger up and down his boy's ass crack, pausing each time he passed the thickly muscled ring surrounding his anus. "Kiss it, Dad," Hayden urged. "I've jerked almost every night, dreaming of how good it feels when you're playing with my hole." Nelson sank to his knees and buried his face between his boy's butt cheeks, sinking his tongue into the young man's hot opening. The ring of muscle relaxed, inviting him in, then tightened. When Nelson firmly pressed on the swell of his son's perineum, the boy would alternately shiver with pleasure, or groan, urging his father to, "Stick it in, deeper! Press harder! Jack my cock, or lick my nuts." Hearing his son using the language of sex was almost as exciting as seeing his son naked, or licking his hole. "Strip-off, Dad," Hayden urged, looking over his shoulder. "Then, let's play. I've been waiting for you to come into my room to say goodnight, for the past couple weeks, but, since you didn't show up, I thought I'd better take matters into my own hands, so to speak," he giggled, as he shook his erection from side to side. Nelson hurriedly stripped, dropping his clothes in a pile at the side of the bed. "I didn't realize you'd been waiting for me to say goodnight," he said, running the palm of one hand over the milky-white skin of his son's bare butt. The butt crack was still spit-wet from his rimming. "I assure you, from now on, I'll be in every night to kiss whatever you want," he added, kneeling at the edge of the bed. His son smelled of soap, from his morning shower, combined with his own heady fragrance. In fact, he'd been out of the shower for such a short time, small beads of water still clung to his shoulders. "Trust me, handsome, my dick drools every time I think of you. In fact, I don't believe I've beat-off more often than since we fooled around. You have become a fantasy for me . . . 24/7." "For real?" Hayden's voice rose, making him sound younger than he actually was. "You bet," Nelson murmured, as he pushed his nose against his son's butthole, then moved up and down the ass crack. "I've jerked at least once a day, since then, sometimes two or three times, imagining what it would feel like . . . and look like . . . to be sliding into your asshole. He felt his cock squeeze out a drop of pre-cum, as he slowly dragged a finger over his boy's tight opening, feeling it pulse at the touch. "Spread some of your juice over me then, and lick it off. We both make lots of pre-cum, so . . . I'm already dripping; I know you are. Get me all slimy," Hayden ordered, once again falling into the role of the boss. "After the game, we can shower together and you can show me what it's like to fuck and get fucked." He glanced over his shoulder and grinned. "In fact, I have a little surprise that's gonna help both of us get the juices flowing . . . sorta been a fantasy of mine." "Oh?" Nelson asked, from where he knelt, facing his son's butt. "Relax. It'll be fun." "If I'm doing it with you, I know it will be," Nelson grinned, caressing his boy's butt. Hayden looked over his shoulder, then swiftly switched position to sit on the edge of the bed, facing his father. "Oh, Dad," he murmured, taking his father's head in both of his hands and tenderly kissing him. "That was such a cool thing to say. For sure." Their second kiss was deeper and more prolonged. "I'm feelin' the same way about you." He reached out and groped his father's erection. "I've been wanting to be with you so bad. Every night, I'd lay here wishing you were in bed with me, sleeping with me, like we did that first time. It was awesome, feeling you next to me. A' course, the hard dick poking me in the back all night, was pretty cool, too. I loved it when we'd end up in one of those spoon positions, with your chest to my back and your arm holding me close. I could feel each breath you took, and it was so cool. A couple times, you murmured my name in your sleep, just before you kissed me, telling me you loved me." He blinked his suddenly watery eyes, and tried to grin, his emotions barely held in check. In order to hide his raw feelings, he resorted to humor, as he'd always done. Hayden laid back, pulling his father on top of him. "Uuuu, your whiskers," he murmured, rubbing his smooth face against his father's early morning beard-stubble. "Hey, Dad," he murmured, as he wrapped his legs around his father's hips, and pulled him close. "We've gotta figure out some ways where the two of us can show off. Not on the web," he quickly added. "I know you're not ready for that. Besides, since you and I have done some sex stuff, I've not been using my cam." He arched his back, forcing his cock against his father's. "I know you like to show your stuff as much as I do. Y'think maybe there'll be a chance to let guys see our stuff . . . at the hotel's gym, or something? "Y'know," he continued, after separating from a kiss. "I think it'd be so cool to have some guys watch as we make love. I'm not talking about anonymously, like on the webcam, but within touching distance. I'd like to hear 'em jack off their dicks, while they're watching us. Who knows? Maybe they'd squirt on us." He shivered beneath his father. "That'd be so cool, to be sprayed with some guys' jiz . . . especially if I didn't know 'em." After a lengthy kiss, he reached back and spread his father's butt cheeks. "Wouldn't it be cool if there was someone outside the house, watching us through the window?" He chuckled. "I bet they'd be getting an awesome view of your butthole right now." "Think so?" Nelson grinned, knowing no one could possibly be looking into the window. After all, there was a wall between his house and his neighbor's. He slid off the bed and crossed the room, where he turned his back to the large glass doors. He leaned forward, spread his butt cheeks, and pressed his hole against the glass. "How'd you think they'd like that?" he grinned, looking up at his son, who was watching him with an open-mouthed look of surprise. Nelson wasn't finished though. He spread his legs, brought a hand to his mouth, and liberally wet a couple fingers. Making sure the imagined viewer would get a good show, he spread his cheeks with one hand, while he pumped two fingers in and out of his own hole. Nelson turned back to his son. "Now, it's your turn, young man. I've licked your butthole,; why don't you do the same to mine?" He motioned for his son to lay on the floor, then slowly squatted over the boy's open mouth, facing the window, giving the would-be observers a show. 'I'm learning that the desire to show off is still with me,' he thought, wishing that someone was outside, and was turned on by what he and Hayden were doing. The boy's fantasy of having sex in front of anonymous onlookers had started him thinking. 'Maybe we should try to make our mutual fantasies come to life.' He rocked his hips forward and back, dragging his hole over his son's tongue, as he alternated between slowly masturbating himself and his son. Each time he touched Hayden's cock, the young man would dig his heels into the carpet and arch his back, thrusting his hips and cock upward. He was wildly trying to spread his father's cheeks further apart, so he could dig his tongue in deeper. "Suck on my nuts," Nelson ordered, in a husky voice, as he dangled his scrotum above his son's waiting tongue. Hayden sucked one of the testicles, then switched to the other. At the same time, he toyed with his father's sphincter. "Before this weekend's over with, I'm gonna have shot a few loads up here," he grunted, pushing a finger into his father. "C'mon, Dad, stick a finger up my butt. Let's massage each other's prostate." "Aw fuuuuck," Nelson groaned, shivering with pleasure, as he moved into a kneeling position, and pulling his son's legs back to expose the boy's tight pucker. He rubbed a forefinger around the perimeter, wondering what it would be like to sink his cock into the warmth of his son's anus. "Y'think we can find an audience to watch us fuck?" he asked, wetting a finger and sliding it into his son. "When I was in high school and college, I used to love having a guy shoot up my hole." He paused, shivering as Hayden firmly rubbed a finger over his prostate. His actions mirrored his son's, with each firm stroke of the boy's prostate producing a contraction, which forced out even more pre-cum. "Y'thinking you'd like to be fucked by a bunch of guys?" Hayden breathlessly asked, between groans of pleasure. "I think it'd be cool, not only to fuck you, but to watch other guys pump a load up your butthole," Hayden chuckled. "Uuuuu, I'm thinking you get off on the idea, by the way you're fucking yourself on my finger. "Having guys in you is a real turn on, huh?" "Fuuuuck, yeah," Nelson groaned. "It's been years, but yeah, it's a turn on." He rhythmically pressed against his son's invading finger. "Having you inside me sounds best, though. I'm not talking about you only shooting in me once, or a couple times, though. When I said I love getting fucked, I mean I love getting fucked," Nelson chuckled. "Maybe . . . someday . . . we could figure out a way that you could fuck me on that cam of yours." "Yeah, and, in the background, we could hang a sign. 'For a good fuck, call Nelson McCarthy at 918-1918.'" "For that comment, I'm gonna suck you dry, young man," Nelson murmured, as he began sucking on his son's erection. The boy's cock felt wonderful, as it slid over his tongue and tickled the back of Nelson's throat. Hayden's pre-cum was salty-sweet, and, due to the constant prostate massage, prodigious. "Dad," he gasped, removing his finger from his father. "Y'think we can shower, then head into the city? If we're gonna be watched, I'd like those guys to be strangers, not some neighbor, or something. Besides, I get this twitchy feeling, expecting Mom to barge in on us. I can't behave the way I want, thinking she's lurking somewhere nearby." Nelson reluctantly released his son's penis, and withdrew his finger. "Is this the same man speaking, who exposes his asshole to the whole world?" "Yeah, well . . ." Hayden chuckled, as he accepted his father's hand to help him stand. "Geez, my legs are all rubbery from what we're doing." He quickly kissed his father. "Yeah, I'm the same guy. It's just that if anyone sees us doing stuff here, they know who I am. I may be an exhibitionist, but I'm not a guy who goes looking for trouble, or who gets off tempting fate. I like to show off to people who want to watch. Besides, I'm looking forward to doin' stuff we can't do at the house . . . showing off at a gym, or at the pool, or stuff." "I bet we'll run across some guys who are staying at the hotel, and are all horny 'cause they're away from home. They'll be just like us . . . anxious to do some daring sorta stuff, just because they can do it anonymously. So . . . let's get cleaned up and hit the road!" Nelson hugged his son, kneading his butt cheeks as they kissed. "You got it, Boss. Your wish is my command." He stepped away from their embrace and caught . . . what? . . . something, out of the corner of his eye, outside the glass doors. "Wha . . .?" He hurried to the doors and scanned the backyard, but saw nothing, or no one. "You see something?" Hayden asked, joining him. "I would have sworn . . ." Nelson shrugged. "I guess not." "Maybe someone was enjoying the show." Hayden's smile faded when it became clear that his father was troubled. "Sorry, Dad," he said, snaking an arm around his father's waist and pulling him close. "I shouldn't be joking. You're bothered, aren't you? That's why I wanna go someplace more private." He snorted amusement. "Sounds sorta strange for an exhibitionist . . . me . . . wanting to be someplace more private." Nelson's frown deepened. He flicked a glance out the window, as if to reassure himself. "I don't know." He paused. "As long as it wasn't your mother . . ." It was Hayden's turn to look through the window, this time seriously. "Mom?" He glanced toward his father. "Why would she be out there? We haven't given her any reason to think something's going on between us, have we? Even if we had done something, I doubt she'd notice," Hayden said, in a voice of barely hidden disgust. "Since she got that promotion, she doesn't have time for either of us." "She thinks you're behaving strangely. Before she left today, she asked if I would have a talk with you." He nuzzled his son's neck, trying to dismiss the feeling that he and Hayden had been watched . . . by someone. "What have you been doing to make her think you're behaving strangely?" "Other than hugging you lots . . ." Nelson's snort of, "not nearly enough," caused his son to grin. Hayden continued, "Seriously, I don't know. I don't think I'm doing anything weird. Oh, I know!" His eyes brightened. "I bet she wants you to talk to me about all the extra cum-towels that are suddenly appearing in the laundry. I've been shooting a lot lately . . . and since you're not around to suck up all my stuff . . . After I tasted yours, Dad, my jiz doesn't taste nearly as good as it used to. So . . . I have to get rid of it all, somehow. Thus, the towels." He giggled, as his father licked over his neck and cheek. "That wouldn't be the reason." He nipped at his son's earlobe. "Y'see, I've been intercepting all those towels, and have been using them whenever I masturbate." "Use 'em?" Nelson nodded. "Sometimes, I sniff 'em. Other times, especially if your stuff is pretty fresh, I'll suck on em, trying to taste you." "For real?" Hayden seemed inordinately pleased his father would do such a thing. "What about I start shooting in your handkerchiefs, then hand 'em to you right after, so you can get a taste of me whenever you want?" Hayden warmed to the possibilities. "Or, I could shoot into a small container, so you could drink down my stuff." He wiggled his eyebrows, his ice blue eyes twinkling. "In fact, you could do the same thing, and we could exchange containers." He rubbed his hands together. "This is just too sweet." "Are we about ready to shower?" Hayden made a face, as they turned toward the shower in his bathroom. "If it'll get us out of here, and to a hotel someplace, the answer is yes!" He wrapped an arm around his father's waist, as they crossed the bedroom. "I really would like to spend some uninterrupted time with you. Y'know, by ourselves. I wasn't kidding about the hotel, the gym, and pool and stuff. I think we'd both like those things. Besides, I'm thinking that I'd like to be naked with you for hours and hours, just hanging out, talking 'bout stuff, kissing, and whatever. We don't even have to have sex. I'm just wanting to spend some time with you." He paused, and looked at his father, wearing a puzzled expression. "Will I get to be as tall as you, y'think? A'course, I'm not ever gonna be a big, burly guy like you . . . too many of Mom's blond, blue-eyed genes for that to happen. But, it would be nice not to have to look up at you." "You're nearly my height," Nelson laughed, after leaning into the shower to turn on the water. He stepped closer to his son. "See, you hardly have to tilt your head back at all whenever we kiss. I'm betting you'll be as tall, or taller, than I am . . . and who cares about burly. I only look like that because I look like I always need a shave. Since you're blond, you won't have that problem." Nelson reached down and toyed with his son's dark pubes. "I love your bush, by the way," he murmured, leaning close to Hayden and kissing him tenderly on the ear. "In fact, I'm pretty much in love with what they're attached to, also." Hayden tried not to giggle, as his father ran his fingertips up and down his flanks. "You're just saying that 'cause you want my body," he laughed, ducking under his father's arm, hoping to escape a tickling. "I've already had your body, my man," the older man laughed, as they entered the shower and stood beneath the warm spray. "And, I intend to have it many more times," he growled. "I want you in me, on me, spraying on me, and shooting down my throat. I want to feel your weight on top of me, and your breath on my skin as you sleep at my side." "Geez, Dad, that was almost poetic, or something," Hayden grinned. "I love it." He began soaping his father's back, doing his best to pay attention to more than the man's butt-cleft. "Y'know, Dad," he said. "All this," he made a gesture with his arm, "you, me, and the stuff we're doing, is so awesome. I've always been close to you, but now . . ." He snaked both arms around his father's waist and puled him close, his chest and cock against his father's back and buttocks. "It's more than I ever dreamt of." "Yeah, well," Nelson turned, in his son's embrace. "Very few people would feel the way you and I do, about what we've been doing." "I don't know. I bet we'd be surprised. If people felt free to say what they actually think, instead of saying what they think they're supposed to say, we might find that they're not as bothered by what a couple guys do in their own home, as we might think." He looked into his father's eyes. "You're still bothered by it all, aren't you? You'n me, I mean." Nelson tried to hide his disquiet by reaching for the bath gel and mesh scrubber. "Some, I guess. I'm afraid you're going to finish growing up, and in a few years, you may recall how all this started, and feel differently. I don't want to become the villain in my son's memory. I don't want you believing that I somehow forced you into something you were unwilling to participate in." Nelson looked away. "I don't want to lose my wonderful boy. It doesn't matter how old you are, you will always be my boy." "Aw, c'mon, Dad, don't get all choked up on me." He cleared his throat, and grinned, realizing that his father was not the only one choked up. "I'll remember doing the cam stuff, and you texting me, telling me how cool it was. I was the one who forced things." "How?" Hayden's expression became mischievous. "You really wanna know?" His father nodded. "I added that cam site to your computer and fixed it so, if I was on cam, it would automatically show my cam." Hayden giggled. "Pretty cool, huh?" he asked, nodding his head. "I thought so. Besides, it got me what I wanted." He patted himself on the back. "Yep, Hayden, boy. You are a freaking genius!" "You're a scamp, too!" Nelson laughed. "Oh, okay. I'm one of those, too." He paused. "Is that good?" Nelson rolled his eyes, letting the water sluice over him and his son. "I was counting on you not to get freaked, but, I never expected a text telling me you thought I'm a stud." He quickly kissed his father's lips. "That was awesome." "Thanks, and it's true, but, I was . . . freaked, at first. That reaction lasted a couple . . . maybe thirty seconds . . . Then, I was proud." Hayden's brows drew down in puzzlement. "My boy was no longer a boy." Nelson caressed his son's cock. "He is, most definitely, a man. And . . . he has the nerve to do something I never would have. Oh, I've done my share of showing off, but I don't think I'd ever have been able to do something like you have. Hayden shook his head in amazement. "You have absolutely no idea how exciting doing that sorta thing is, Dad. Knowing that there are people watching, maybe from all over the world, is so cool. I don't try to make friends with 'em, like some guys do. I just want to play with myself, on cam. If they wanna visit with the person they're watching, they can watch someone else. But," he caressed his father's chest, "now that you and I have started playing, showing off for you is all I need." Nelson raised his eyebrows in skepticism. "Well," Hayden continued, "I'd still like to show off, preferably with you nearby, or better yet, with you, with other guys watching us." His eyes unfocused, as if he was envisioning scenarios which included his father. "Way cool," he murmured, then looked up, catching his father's eye, and grinning. "I guess I never really thought about what might happen if you saw my show." He shrugged. "Once I knew for sure that you'd seen me and knew what I'd been doing, and that I like guys, n'stuff, and that you knowing all that stuff wasn't gonna make you hate me, I got all emotional." He looked at his father, wearing a crooked smile. "I guess I musta been more nervous about the whole thing than I realized." ~ 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.