Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2012 23:18:36 -0400 From: Phillip McCormick Subject: Home Alone with Dad Chapter 1 (Gay> Incest) *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* "Argh... Fuck me!" I moaned, as the annoying alarm of my clock woke me up. Waking up at 8 in the morning was not the way I wanted to things to be the summer before Senior year, but coach scheduled Rugby practice, and being that there was a huge tournament in two weeks, it was my duty to show up. I rolled my naked body out of my bed, and checked myself out in the mirror. Standing at 5'7" I wasn't the tallest 18 year old guy, but all the cardio and weight training for rugby really helped my body. My biceps were extremely firm, and I have a lower half to die for, including the important part. And with that, I grabbed my 7 inch dick, and rubbed the tip a little. "Listen Bubby, I'd love to play, but we need to get to practice." I said to my dick, "But I promise it'll be worth the wait" With that, I searched the floor of my room for one of my jocks. Luckily, I found one, like my other ones, I don't wash it right after usage, I like to build a little musk, and the one I picked up was definitely building up some musk. I took a whiff, and my dick got hard again, but I just slipped on my ass-less jock, and then went in search for the rest of my rugby gear scattered in my room. "There you are!" I cheered to myself, as I finally found my rugby shorts. "Wow, wasn't expecting a show Fuzz-Ass!" I heard a deep voice chuckle from my door way. I stood up straight, and turned around quickly to see my dad standing in the door way of my room with a grin on his face. "Oh, morning, Dad." I replied with an embarrassed smile, as he just saw my hairy man hole. "Are the girls into hair now?" My dad asked. "Um..." I honestly had no idea how to reply. "I sure know your mother likes me trimmed, if you ever want to ,maybe, trim down that man forest, I have an electric trimmer under the sink." My dad informed me. The thought of my mother having a sexual preference on my dad's hair made me internally gag, a tad, but the thought of my dad manscaping was very appealing. Just thinking of him handling his meat to trim around it, and having his fingers graze over his own ass to trim that down too made my dick plump up a little. "Um... Thanks for the information Dad, I'll consider it." I said trying to get him to leave my room. "Okay," My dad responded, "Well I just wanted to stop by your room to tell you that I'm dropping your mother off at the airport, her flight leaves at 9, and then I have a few things to get done at the office. But I was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight." "Alright, sounds good." I smiled awkwardly. "Okay, well then we're off." My dad said as he walked away. "Tell mom I said goodbye!" I shouted, so my dad could hear me down the hallway. He didn't respond, but I heard a chuckle, and then the door clicked open, and shut. "Awesome, looks like after practice we'll have a lot of time to ourselves." I smiled down at my dick. *** Finally, I arrived at rugby, and we practiced for 3 hours. With all the practice scrums, tackles, and various other things, everyone on the team had built up sweat, along with strong manly smell. "Okay!" My coach shouted as he clapped his hands, "Final scrum for practice today, and then you can all go and fuck around." I took my position in the scrum, Hooker, and let my props bind onto me. "Crouch!" My coach shouted. Both sides crouched down, and the smell of sweaty balls and ass hit my nostrils, and made me extremely horny, but luckily my jock was holding everything down well. "Touch!" My coach added. The sound of the props' hands slapping against each other's skin filled the air. "Pause!" My coach ordered. Everything went silent. "Engage!" Coach demanded. With that, it was a sudden battle of power. The Scrum Half rolled the ball into the scrum, and it was Hooker on Hooker action. I tried to launch my feet as fast as possible, and luckily, I was able to grasp the ball and gently kick it back to my teammates. "Disengage!" My coach ordered. Everything stopped, and everyone stood up. "Awesome job Danny!" My coach smiled, and patted me on the shoulder, "Okay hoodlums, get the fuck out of my sight!" Everyone collectively chuckled, and walked over to the benches to collect their gym bags. I was pretty worn out, so I was in no rush to get my bag. As I was slowly walking toward the bench, so ran passed me, and slapped my ass. It was a sudden jolt of pleasure, and then I realized who it was. It was one of the props on our team, Jordan. As he ran passed me he gave an innocent little smirk, and wink. Jordan was possibly one of the most clueless people in the world, but he made up for it by being cute. He was about 6'4", blond hair, some facial scruff, and icy blue eyes. The fact that he just smacked my ass made me harder than I was before, and I knew it was time to get home and take care of the problem in my pants. "Nice job today, D." Jordan said, as I sat down on the bench, and started to take off my cleats. "I figured the ass tap implied that complement?" I jokingly asked and replied at the same. "Dude," Jordan said, puffing out his chest, so I knew was getting stupid, "I love it when my girl smacks my as, it sends a little jolt through me. I figured it was a good way to encourage you to keep it up next practice." "Well you're totally correct." I smiled, as I slipped on my shoes, and stood up. "Ass taps go a long way." I loved having conversations like this with the people on my team. I was the only gay teammate that I knew of, and everyone on my team seems fine with gay people, but I'm still hesitant to tell anyone on the team. Well, anyone for that matter. At this point on still totally closeted. "Well, listen D. Me and a few of the guys are going out tonight, want to join?" Jordan asked. I wanted to say yes, but I knew that if I blew off dinner with my dad it would hurt his feelings. "Sorry man," I replied, "Not tonight, but I'm basically free for the next week or so." "Fine," Jordan dramatically rolled his eyes, and let out a forced huff. "I guess we can do something another night." "Alright, well I gotta get home, so I'll see you at practice on Wednesday." I said, as I walked away and waved. "Cool, Bitch!" Jordan shouted at me, and then chuckled. *** The drive home was torture. Just knowing that I had a nice sweaty jock, ready for me to shove my face in made me precum like a waterfall. When I rolled into the driveway and parked the car, I bolted out of the car, and ran into my room, up the stairs to my room. When I was finally through the doorway I shucked my clothes off, and slipped off my jock. I threw it onto my pillow, and then knelt on the floor to grab a special something. I grabbed the old shoe box under my bed, and pulled it out quickly. I ripped off the lip, and there sitting inside were the various dildos and vibrators I bought myself since I turned 18. Now that I have the ability to purchase sex toys, I honestly can't see myself just going back to my fingers and spit like I used to use. Well, maybe the spit, but dildos are a huge upgrade from a few fingers. I grabbed a bottle of lube, and a 10 inch black dildo from the box, and slip the rest back under my bed. I hopped onto my bed, and went to work. I lubed up my hairy teen hole, and started to tease myself with the dildo. I kept grazing my tight hole with the tips, and would push it in a little further every time. Finally, after enough fucking around, I gently slipped it all the way in. "Fuck yes!" I moaned as I felt it knocked against my prostate. I started to rock back and forth on my ass to get the dildo to move inside on my hole, and then when I felt like I was close to cumming I started to slow down. I laid down flat on my back, and grabbed my dirty jock. I put it against my nose, and inhaled the sweet scent of my musk. After a few minutes of just sniffing my jock, I decided to start speeding things up again. I started to squeeze my sphincter muscles on the dildo, and the feeling was amazing. Finally, I spit onto my palm, and grabbed hold of my precum soaked dick. I slowly ran my clasped fist up and down my dick as I sniffed the dirty jock, and squeezed the dildo. After about ten minutes of the process, I felt myself reach the point of no return, and I kept going. "OH, FUCK ME!!!" I shouted at the tops of my lungs as my ass muscles squeezed down as hard as possible on the dildo, and cum flew from my penis. It was like a never ending fountain of cum. Rope after rope burst out and landed on my chest, face, and even a little in my gaping mouth. With a loud plop, I slid the dildo out of my hole, and inspected it. It was a little dirty, seeing as I hadn't douche in a few days, and the shit I took this morning wasn't the most firm. "Guess I'll just clean you in the shower." I said, as I rose from my bed, with dildo in hand. When I was on both my feet, I turned to get my jock, and I noticed a rope of cum on the poster above my bed. I wiped it off with my finger, and licked it off with my finger. "Yum," I said to myself, as I exited my room, and walked down the hall to the bathroom for a shower. Halfway down the hallway, I heard the front door open. "Dan, I'm home!" My dad bellowed, "Are you home?" I didn't expect my dad to be home so early, and to make matters worse, I had a messy dildo in my hand. "Yeah, I was just about to take a shower." I called back, as I dashed for the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, I closed the door, and went straight into the shower. I turned the hot water nozzle, set my dildo on the floor of the shower, and let the warm water hit my sore body. Just when I started to clean the lube from my ass, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Come in," I shouted from the shower. "Hey," my dad greeted as he stepped into the steamy bathroom, and closed the door. "The restrooms at work were out of order, and I seriously need to take care of some paper work, if you know what I mean." "Whatever, we all shit, I don't care." I replied. "That's a boy!" My dad chuckled. I heard him unbuckle his belt, and his pants drop to the floor. The I heard the lid hit the tank, and him sit down in relief. "Smells like sex in here." My dad remarked, "Did you fuck a girl after practice?" Luckily, my dad couldn't see me blushing through the shower curtain, but I was red as a fire truck with that remark. "No, I didn't bring any girls home, Dad." I stated, with a hint of embarrassment. "Oh," My dad replied, "Well son, there's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself. Everyone does it. Like you said, everyone shits, and everyone jerks off. No shame. And as for the smell, I feel like my own smell is going to take over soon." The awkward conversation of jerking off was not something I wanted to discus with my dad, but I didn't want to leave the conversation hanging. That would just make things worse, well at least I felt so. "Yeah, I guess rugby practice just got my blood flowing. After practice I was ready to pump anything" I said, not really sure what else to say. "Believe me," My dad replied, letting out some loud gas, "I know how you feel. After a workout at the gym, I feel like I can fuck a whole whore house." I didn't know what to do, so I just shut the water off, and chuckled. "Yeah, that's for damn sure." I said, as I drew back the curtain, and grabbed a towel. "Wow," My dad said, jokingly covering his eyes, still sitting on the toilet, "Put that equipment away." "What, never seen a dick before?" I sarcastically retorted. "I prefer to see and handle my own." My dad said as he grabbed his own dick. "Oh," I said as I looked down, and saw his huge dick, and balls hanging dangerous close to the toilet water. "Don't worry; you'll have one like me one day." My dad smiled. "How big are you hard?" This time he could totally see me blush as I wrapped the towel around my waist. "Umm... About 7 inches I guess." My dad just smirked, "Well, I get around 10 inches, so don't worry, if you're anything like me, you'll be set for college." With that, my dad turned his torso to flush the toilet, and stood up. Then, he stood up, put down the lid, and took his shirt off. "I think I'm going to hop in, just to clean up a little." My dad said, pointing at his ass. "Okay, cool." I replied, "I'm gonna go get changed, and play some video games." "Alright," My dad replied, still standing in the middle of the bathroom, "Think about what you want for dinner while I'm showering." "Okay," I said, as I walked out of the bathroom, and my dad turned the shower water on. Once I closed the door, the unthinkable hit me... I left my dildo on the floor of the shower! TO BE CONTINUED... *** I'd like to thank everyone for reading the first chapter of my story. This is my first attempt at writing any Gay Erotica. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have any input, please feel free to email me. I'd really love to heard feedback from all my readers!!! My email is thebestboys84@gmail.com , and again, please feel free to write me about anything.