Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 22:06:20 -0600 From: Matti Kirjailija Subject: Hayden, chapter 4 Hayden Chapter Four By Matti Kirjailija "I'll text Mom and let her know we've gone to the city to catch a game and have a mini-vacation, and won't be back for a couple days, okay? She'll never miss us." "Now, be nice," Nelson warned, stepping from the shower and reaching for a towel. "Your mother has become . . . distant, but she still loves you." "And you?" Hayden asked, watching his father's reflection. "Yeah, and me, too." Nelson watched as his son began coaxing his gel-coated hair into an artistic arrangement, somewhat resembling a shag rug. "Do you even know if the team is in town, this weekend?" He turned his son to face him, for a closer examination. "You know, of course, that if it rains, and all that gel runs down your body, your clothes will be glued to your skin. Getting you naked will peel off every hair you have." "Oh, geez, I hadn't thought about that!" He turned away; then, as quickly, turned back. "I never know when you're joking with me!" He playfully punched his father's shoulder. "It doesn't matter if the team's in town, though. I'm not wanting to see a friggin' baseball game, anyhow. I'm wanting to hang out with you. I think it's so cool that you'd spend a whole weekend with me." "I'm feeling the same way." Hayden gave his father a quick one-arm hug, then scrambled into his bedroom. We don't need many clothes, right?" he called. "We're going out for a nice dinner, so take appropriate clothes for that. A decent pair of slacks," Nelson shouted, from his bedroom . . . not shorts, "and, a sport coat. Oh, and your gym stuff and swim suit." "A sport coat and swim suit, at dinner?" Hayden laughed. "Do I have'ta wear underwear, or can I let it . . . dangle?" "Smart ass!" ---------- Hayden looked around the lobby of the large hotel, his eyes wide, taking in everything. "Geez," he murmured, when the valet left with the car. "Suppose we'll get it back in one piece?" He looked over his shoulder. "We could'a parked it ourselves." Nelson laughed, patting his son on the back. "This is the way things are done, my man," he continued, guiding the young man toward the entrance, and the waiting door attendant. "My bag!" Hayden turned toward the departing car. "I've got some important stuff in my bag! Y'sure that valet-guy won't go through my clothes n'junk?" "Something more important than your fancy clothes?" Hayden made a throw-away gesture, dismissing the clothes with a single movement. "Well . . ." he drawled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. After a stern look, he relented. "Yeah, well, okay." He glanced at the door attendant as they passed into the hotel. "I brought along a double-headed dildo. And, don't ask where I got it!" he added, as his father's brows rose. "Hayden . . ." "Oh, hell, okay. I bought it online, with some of the money you gave me for a new vid game, for my birthday. I've never had a chance to play with it yet . . . The dildo, not the game," he grinned. "Y'know," he added, wearing a slight frown, "those suckers don't come cheap. The game or . . . the other . . . " he hesitated, changing what he was about to say, as a man and woman passed close-by. "A double-headed . . ." "Dildo," Hayden finished. "I decided against the extra large super deluxe model that vibrates, an'll make you curl your toes." He paused. "Those are the words from the advertisement, not mine." He looked toward his father. "Curled toes? Is that good? Anyhow. I didn't know about you, but I didn't think I could handle anything named "super massive" . . . unless it's a hamburger, or something. I measured my dick before I ordered. I wanted something no larger than I am, so I ordered one that I thought would work." He looked concerned. "The damn thing looks sorta large though." "Why, double headed?" "Oh, I thought it'd be way cool for the two of us to use it . . . you know, together. We could stick it in, then back up against one another on our hands and knees, and sorta rub butts together as we fuck ourselves. Cool, huh?" he asked, nodding his head, letting his father know what he thought. "Hmm," Nelson grinned, hoping the thickening of his penis wasn't visible. "Maybe we shouldn't talk about your . . . purchase . . . in the lobby. Y'think?" Hayden grinned. "You're getting hard just thinking about it, aren't you? I can tell, 'cause you're sorta red and breathing hard." He continued speaking, as they approached the registration desk. "Y'know, Dad, I thought that when a guy's you know . . . hard," he added, in a lower vice, "that he couldn't blush, like you are, 'cause all the extra blood was being used up . . . ahem," he cleared his throat, "down below, so-to-speak." "I just disproved your theory then, didn't I?" Nelson commented, lengthening his stride. Hayden skipped once to keep up. "I could try to see how long you'd be able to sustain that blush, plus the other, too. Wanna test it out?" he laughed, wearing a mischievous expression. At one look from his father, he calmed down. "Aw, I guess I'll have to wait until later to see if you blush and be . . ." "Hayden!" Nelson warned, in a low voice, as they approached the desk. "Be good." "I am. You said so. In fact, you said I was terrific!" "You know what I mean," Nelson warned, as the young woman staffer greeted them with a smile. "Hi," Hayden smiled back, turning his boyish charm on the woman. The boy was positively hyper. "I haven't seen him like this, since he went to visit Santa Claus, years ago." "My name's Hayden McCarthy, and this is my dad." Hayden said, flashing a smile any orthodontist would be proud of. His name's Nelson. That's his first name, not his last. It sorta confuses some people. He's got the same last name as me." He turned toward his father, who was standing one step behind his son, and smiled. "We should have a reservation," Hayden continued, turning back to the woman, who returned his smile, captivated by his outgoing personality . . . and his boyish looks. "It should be for a big room," he added, "with two big beds, and a balcony." Hayden flicked a quick glance at his father. "That's okay, huh? The balcony, I mean?" When Nelson nodded, barely able to contain his smile, Hayden resumed. "Do you have anything like that? Price is no object," he added, in an offhand manner. "Hayden . . ." "Oh," the young man grinned, appearing nonplussed. "Okay, so price is an issue." He stood on tiptoes in an effort to look over the tall counter and see what the woman was doing. "Do you have anything like what were looking for, ma'am?" he asked the young lady, who couldn't be more than three or four years older than he. By the way, do you know if the Rockies are at home today?" "The Rockies?" The woman looked totally perplexed, as she brushed her blonde hair back and attempted a seductive grin. 'It won't work, sweetie,' Nelson wanted to warn her. 'None of the things you're accustomed to using to get your way with a man will work with this one! Hayden is immune to them, and I think they make you look like a hooker who's found daytime work at the hotel.' "The baseball team," Nelson added, coming to her rescue, hoping to erase the . . . vacant . . . look. 'We're across the street from the friggin' baseball stadium! She can't possibly not know what the name of the team is.' "Oh, them." She dismissed the baseball team as insignificant, tossing her hair in a practiced move, and shook her head. "No, they're not in town this weekend. That's why we have a few rooms available. Are you disappointed that you won't see a game?" Hayden gave her an uncertain glance, then tried to smile. "Naw. Dad and I will find other ways to occupy our time. You do have a gym though, don't you?" he asked, his eyes widening slightly. "We've gotta have a gym . . . and a pool," he added, as an afterthought. "Oh, yes, we have those, and," she added, pleased to be able to answer a question without having to exert much thought, "a large room, on an upper floor, with big beds, and a balcony which has a view of the ballpark." She fluttered her lashes. "Will that be okay?" "Sounds good to me," Hayden smiled, not realizing, or caring, that he was being flirted with. "We'll take it, huh, Dad?" He gestured his father forward to handle any further details, now that his room negotiation skills were no longer needed. "Dad," Hayden spoke in a low voice, as they left the registration desk. He glanced over his shoulder to where the young lady was still watching. "D'you think that woman had something wrong with her eyes? I mean, she kept blinking. Probably her contact lenses were dry, or something." He shrugged, ignoring his father's snort of amusement, and returned to examining the surroundings, as they headed to their room. "Does he think we can't find the room by ourselves?" Hayden asked, nodding to the bellhop and speaking in a low voice. "Is that why he's with us?" He frowned. "And, why can't we carry our own stuff?" The bellhop escorted the two men to their room, grinning at the young man's wide-eyed expression, and his comments, as he opened the room door for the guests. "Look, Dad," Hayden called over his shoulder, as his father tipped the bellhop. "A whole wall of windows! And, a balcony!" He opened the sliding doors. "It's huge!" He turned around, just as the bellhop was closing the door. "Bye!" he shouted. "Thanks for looking after our stuff!" "My pleasure," the employee smiled, bringing his hand to his forehead in a casual salute. "This is beyond awesome," Hayden laughed, turning around in a circle, to see the entire room. "Way beyond," he added, then rushed across the room and hugged his father. "I hope we didn't break the bank, or anything, asking for the big beds and balcony. I probably should have asked for just one bed. But, the balcony is definitely cool." He turned toward the window, with a calculating look. "I wonder if someone down there," he said, pointing to the pool deck, many floors below, "could see if I pushed my bare butt against the window. Y'think?" he asked. "Maybe I could leave a butt-print on the glass for the next person who has this room. Or," he added, warming to his ideas, "we could go out on the balcony and jerk off, and shoot our stuff over the side." He stepped out onto the balcony and looked down toward the pool deck. "I wonder if our stuff might land in some lady's hair, or something. Way cool," he added, to himself, with a calculated expression, as if making a mental to-do list of exciting things to do. "Hayden . . ." Nelson warned. "Choose your times to show off, wisely." The young man nodded an abstracted response. "Oh, my dildo!" He rushed across the room and tugged at the zipper to his bag, then reached in and rummaged about. "Yep," he called out, holding up the obscenely long black, double-headed dildo, and wiggling back and forth. "It's still here! Y'think it's too big, or something?" he asked, holding it at his crotch, and wagging it from side to side. I hope not. I think it's gonna be awesome to watch as I slide this baby into your asshole. I can almost pop just imagining what it's gonna be like to rub butt cheeks with you with this thing in us both. Cool, huh?" he asked, as he unabashedly reached out and groped the mound of his father's groin. I've gotta get in some practice time, before trying to handle you!" With a determined look, he tugged down the zipper of his father's slacks and fished inside the opening for a better feel of his father's penis. When he'd worked the cock free of the confining underwear, he glanced from the dildo to the real thing. "Holy smoke!" He wiggled the dildo. "I thought this was big. You're bigger! What'd you do? You didn't look this big at home." He frowned slightly, then held up the dildo. "Pretty cool, huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm glad I'm starting out with an imitation dick . . ." He wiggled the silicone toy, while continuing to fondle his father's erection. "I think starting off with the real thing would have been sorta rough." He smiled brightly. "If you haven't had a guy inside you in a few years, you probably need practice, too. I may not be as big as you are . . . yet," he added, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "but, I'm guessing that you're gonna be . . ." He squeezed his father's erection. "Tight." His eyes lit. "Wanna suck it?" he asked, before slipping one end of the dildo into his own mouth and closing his eyes, lightly humming his pleasure. He sucked for a few moments, stretching his mouth around the dildo, then held the wet end in front of his father. "Taste my spit," he ordered, holding the dildo while his father sucked on it. "Let's get nekkid," he shouted, tossing the dildo onto one of the beds, where it lay, a promise of future pleasures. "Better yet," he added, "I'll strip while you watch." He released his father's erection, then licked over his hand. "You're drooling. So . . . you can just . . . hang out . . . while I strip-off. Then," he aded, nodding toward the bed and the dildo, "we're gonna use that baby. "I brought along some lube-stuff," Hayden added, holding up a black tube. "When I bought 'Mister Ed,'" he nodded to the impressive black silicone object in the center of the bed, I got a free tube of this stuff." He read the label. "It's called Swiss Navy Cream Masturbation Lubricant." He thought a moment, then turned to his father with a puzzled expression. "D'you suppose they pass this stuff out to all those Swiss Navy guys? Hmm. I didn't even know the Swiss had a navy. But, if they pass this stuff out, I'm sure those sailor-guys go around with a smile on their face and a tube of masturbation cream in their back pocket . . . for those unexpected opportunities, y'know," he added, grinning. Hayden turned away. "Damn, I'm so horned-up I can barely stand it!" He turned back to his father, who had been watching his son with lust-filled eyes. "Um, you don't mind if I talk nasty when we're alone, like this, do you?" he asked. "I sorta like saying nasty stuff." "Just like you enjoy being the boss?" Nelson asked, in a low, smiling-voice." "Yeah, just like that." Hayden tugged his Polo shirt over his head and tossed it aside. "Suck 'em," he ordered, gently pinching both of his nipples, then lick, he added, as he held up an arm, displaying the light brown hair of an armpit. "We're gonna have so much fun," he murmured, as he pressed his father's face against his chest. "I'm wondering what it'd be like to have someone with us," Hayden murmured, raising his brows when his father looked at him. "I've never wanted to play with someone else, but," he grinned. "I'm thinking that it'd be super cool to watch while you're playing with someone." "Playing?" Nelson asked, feeling a surge of excitement at the idea of playing in front of his son. "What sort of playing?" "Anything," Hayden grinned. "I want you first, of course, but seeing you and another guy, or a couple of guys, would be very hot. "What about having those guys watch you and I . . . playing? I think that would be hot, too." "Uuu, yeah! Very cool. Then, when you and I finish, the guys could do you, or you could do them." "Do?" "Yeah." Hayden made a vague gesture. "Y'know . . . fuck." "It seems as if you've given a lot of thought to the idea of watching me." "Nah. I've just thought of it, but I'd like to see you and another guy . . . kissing, sucking, fucking, n'stuff." "You wouldn't get jealous?" Hayden thought a moment. "No, I don't think so. After all, I'd be the one you're going home with. They would be the ones who would be jealous . . . of me." "I like the idea of you and me showing off, though. Hayden said , slowly unzipping his shorts. He rubbed the open palm of a hand over his chest and belly, finally pushing his fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear so he could toy with himself. "I'm thinking that'd be cool," he added. "Sorta like being on-cam, only with the audience in the same room." He stepped out of his shorts. "Now, all we've gotta do is make contact with someone who wants to do stuff." He turned his back to his father and slowly lowered his underwear, bending at the waist, and finally spreading his ass cheeks with both hands, exposing his pink hole. "You know what to do," he said. "Get me all sloppy-wet. "I jerked last night," he murmured, pushing himself against his father's tongue, "thinking 'bout us rubbing our butts together, with that dildo inside us." He squirmed slightly. "Whenever one of us moves, the other one will feel that thing move around inside. Plus," he added, "you've got a hot butt." He pulled away from his father's tongue. "Damn! That feels good." He unbuckled his father's belt, then tugged at the older man's shirt, pulling it free. "We've gotta get you naked . . . quick. I'm so horny, and you're so fucking sexy, that I could pop without touching myself. And, I don't wanna shoot, for a while, yet." He tossed his father's shirt in the general direction of his own. "C'mon, Dad," he urged, anxiously bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. "Lose the shorts. I'm dying to lick your hole." Nelson quickly dropped his slacks and underwear, then kicked them out of the way. "My butt's all yours," Nelson said, as he knelt at the edge of the bed, his butt facing his son. "Fuuuuck," he groaned, as Hayden tenderly kissed his hole, then mashed his face against the hot opening, pushing the tip of his tongue past the muscular ring, alternately rimming his father, tenderly kissing his butt cheeks, while wiping his lips, face, and nose up and down his father's butt crack. "You do that like a pro," Nelson groaned, jumping slightly when his son expertly, and firmly, massaged his perineum, stimulating his prostate. "Let's fuck ourselves," he husked, pushing back against his son's face. "You're driving me nuts." He patted the bed at his side. Hayden took the hint, climbing onto the bed, and kneeling at his father's side. "C'mon, Dad, do it to me. Get me ready for your dick." He reached back and slapped one cheek. Nelson liberally smeared some of the lube gel both over his son's hole, and deep inside, slowly inserting one finger, then two. 'I'm going to have my dick up here, before the weekend is over,' he promised himself. 'My boy's hot hole is going to be filled with my sperm.' His cock jumped at the thought of pushing into his son. 'And,' he added, 'my butthole is going to be filled by Hayden's jiz. This isn't like one of those stories one reads where the father fucks his son. I want him in me as much as I think he wants me in him.' Nelson probed his son's opening, firmly pressing against his swollen prostate. 'In fact, I think I may want him in me, more than he wants to be fucked.' His hole twitched. 'Oh, yeah,' he thought, 'we're going to have fun.' "C'mon, Dad," Hayden urged, glancing over his shoulder. "Your fingers are fuckin' sweet, but grease that thing up and slide it in. You've loosened me up as much as you can." Nelson squeezed out a generous dollop of gel onto his hand and smeared it over his own hole, probing deeply. It had been a long time since he'd been fucked by anything. Early in their marriage, his wife would play with his hole, using a dildo she'd owned since her college days. Later, she complained that playing with his butthole bordered on perversion, and announced that the trash men had hauled away the dildo, along with the household rubbish. "Y'know," he said, as he fingered his own hole. Your mother has used one of these on me." Hayden looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide. "Euuuuuw," he groaned. "I don't wanna hear about it!" There was a slight pause, while he tried to envision the scene. "Mom? You sure?" He shook his head. "There's no need to ever mention that again, okay? Here I am, nice and hard, and you have to mention Mom playing with your butt! Ugh." His shudder caused his father to smile. Hayden used both hands to spread his butt cheeks wide. His almost-hairless hole was shiny with lube. A thick strand of pre-cum dangled from the end of the boy's penis, while his smooth nuts swayed with each movement. The clear liquid slowly extended from the boy's large cock head, then fell. Hayden was very much like him. He'd always produced lots of, what one of his college roommates had called, "fuck juice." Hayden did the same thing. Nelson coated both ends of the dildo, then knelt behind his son's upturned ass. "Fuck, you're sexy," he murmured, toying with the young man's hole one last time, then spreading some of the leftover lube over Hayden's erection. "Relax," he urged, in a calm voice, positioning the blunt edge of the dildo at his son's butthole. Hayden's sphincter relaxed, parting slightly, allowing some of the toy to penetrate. At his son's hiss, he paused. "We're in no hurry," he murmured, tenderly rubbing an open palm over one of his son's ass cheeks. "We'll go at your pace. If you think this is too much to handle, I can go out and get a smaller one, or we can just rub butts and masturbate. Or, we could use fingers. Hayden determinedly shook his head. "No. I'm gonna do this. Just gimmie a minute. I guess this qualifies as losing my virginity, huh?" he asked, obviously trying to take his mind off the pain. "Or do I have to wait for that until you fuck me?" He paused. "Geeeez," he exhaled. "I'm glad we're starting with something smaller than you." "I'll let you do the work, handsome," Nelson continued speaking in a comforting voice, recalling the first time his ass had been penetrated. "Whenever you're ready, you can back up some and push as much as you want inside." He ran his hand between his son's legs and toyed with his softening cock. "Trust me. Once it's in and is massaging your prostate, you're going to love it." Hayden jerked an uncertain nod, then took a deep breath and slowly backed up against the black invader. "Easy handsome," Nelson cooed. "Take it slowly." "Aw fuck," Hayden groaned, as the muscles of his sphincter snapped around the head of the dildo. "Geez, Dad. Maybe I shoulda opted for the beginner's model, instead of this one. Y'think?" "You're doing fine, Hay," Nelson murmured, using his pet name for his son. "I'm glad you think so," Hayden murmured. "Geez," he grunted. "This is not easy!" "Don't forget. It'll also get me ready for you," Nelson added. "You definitely do not have what anyone would call a beginner's-model dick, between your legs. That cock of yours looks awesome, especially since you're more slightly built than I am." He caressed the thickening length of his son's cock. "A dangerous weapon would be more like it." "Really" Hayden asked, sounding like a small boy who wants to make sure his father isn't teasing him. "I wish I was built like you," he added, slowly beginning to accommodate more of the silicone toy. "You're so fuckin' hot." "Don't wish to be anything other than yourself," Nelson murmured, leaning forward and kissing his son's back, then an ass cheek. "You are perfect, just as you are." He paused, amazed that his son had been able to so easily handle close to half of the dildo. "I couldn't ask for a better son," Nelson added. "You'd be perfect even if we never did the stuff we're doing. All this doesn't change anything." "'Cept, I bet you never expected to see me mooning you, with a monster dildo up my butt, huh?" he chuckled. "This is gonna give a whole new meaning to the phrase, cheek-to-cheek," he continued, beginning to nervously babble. "I wish we were on cam, now. I think it'd be so freakin' hot for the whole world to see us doing this." Hayden looked over his shoulder at his father's own hiss of pain, as the dildo penetrated him. "Holy fuck," Nelson groaned. "I'd forgotten what it's like." He huffed a dry chuckle. "Damn, Hay! I'm even more impressed that you were able to handle this thing." Hayden felt more of the dildo slide into him as his father pushed backward, forcing the thing into his own hole. He closed his eyes and made a face, silently wondering when he was going to start having fun. 'This friggin' hurts!' he wanted to shout at the top of his lungs. A few moments later, he felt the heat of his father's butt cheeks press against his own, causing his cock to snap to a full erection. 'Now,' he exulted, 'this is what I wanted!' "Fuck, Dad," he loudly groaned, as he began to rock his hips, pressing against his father. "Feeling your butt skin against mine is so damn hot." He looked over his shoulder and saw his father's broad back, tapering to a narrow waist, and the tan line accenting the white skin of his butt cheeks, and cursed that he had not asked for a room with a large mirror next to the bed, when he'd been speaking with the lady at the counter. 'It'd be way-cool to be able to see this thing sliding into both of us,' he thought, beginning to breathe rapidly. The dildo rubbed over his prostate, stimulating him in ways he'd never expected. His cock was pumping out a steady stream of pre-cum, contracting with each inward movement of the dildo, and squeezing out some more of the clear liquid. Already, there was a slimy wet spot on the bedspread. His father's cheeks, rubbing against his own, felt even more erotic than he'd thought it might. He couldn't describe what he was feeling, even if he'd been asked. He grimaced at the first thought that came to him. 'I'm feeling more connected to Dad than I ever have. Whenever he moves, I feel it, just like he feels every move I make. "Feel good, Dad?" he groaned, beginning to vigorously fuck himself on the long dildo, knowing that his father was being stimulated by each of his movements. "Good practice for when we fuck each other, huh?" he added, between rapid breaths. His father groaned a response, expertly moving his hips in such a way as to stimulate both him and his son. He'd move from side to side, then back and forth, meeting each of his son's movements. Then, he'd pause, completely burying the dildo in both his hole and his son's, and rub butt cheeks, surprised that merely rubbing the cheeks of his butt against another person's could be so erotic. 'But, this is my boy,' he added, as Hayden pushed against him, then moved up and down. 'Anything I do with him is exciting . . . even if we're only sitting on the bed watching television.' "I can't last much longer," he groaned. "Should we stop for a while?" Hayden grunted. "Fuck no!" he almost shouted, breathlessly. "I've gotta fuckin' lose my load!" He vigorously pushed himself against his father, as he fisted his own cock with a hand. "Geez, Dad," he began, as the tingling, centered on his engorged prostate, rapidly spread through his groin, then his entire body. "Geez," he repeated, shuddering. "I'm gonna . . ." Nelson began, experiencing the same feelings as his son. He concentrated his attention on his pre-cum lubed cock head. "I'm gonna shoot!" Hayden interrupted, mashing his butt cheeks against his father's. Nelson felt his son's orgasm begin at the same time as his own. He jerked, and shot a thick strand of sperm onto the bedspread. With each breath, either he or his son pumped out some more thick jiz onto the bed. "Aw, fuck!" Hayden shouted, as the muscles of his cock contracted, pushing out the last of his sperm. He gasped for breath, and began to ease the dildo from his and his father's asshole. "I never would'a thought," he groaned, gasping slightly, as the dildo fell to the bedspread with a dull thud. "Don't move!" Nelson ordered. He shimmied beneath his son, on his stomach, and began to loudly slurp up the young man's spent load, moaning with pleasure with each lick across the fabric. When he'd finished, he turned over and sucked on Hayden's softening cock, causing the boy to jump with surprise. "Yeah, Dad," Hayden said, on an exhaled breath. "Clean it good. The next time you suck it will be after I finish shooting my stuff into your hole." ~ 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.